Над пропастью во ржи/The Catcher in the Rye (Джером Дэвид Сэлинджер). Страница 155 из 155

Понятно

Понятно

Для того чтобы воспользоваться закладками, необходимо

Войти или зарегистрироваться

Отмена

Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо

Войти или зарегистрироваться

Отмена

Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа

Купить PRO-доступ

Отмена

Предыдущая страница

She

kept

hanging

around

,

though

.

"

Did

you

mean

it

what

you

said

?

You

really

are

n't

going

away

anywhere

?

Are

you

really

going

home

afterwards

?

"

she

asked

me

.

"

Yeah

,

"

I

said

.

I

meant

it

,

too

.

I

was

n't

lying

to

her

.

I

really

did

go

home

afterwards

.

"

Hurry

up

,

now

,

"

I

said

.

"

The

thing

's

starting

.

"

Отключить рекламу

She

ran

and

bought

her

ticket

and

got

back

on

the

goddam

carrousel

just

in

time

.

Then

she

walked

all

the

way

around

it

till

she

got

her

own

horse

back

.

Then

she

got

on

it

.

She

waved

to

me

and

I

waved

back

.

Boy

,

it

began

to

rain

like

a

bastard

.

In

buckets

,

I

swear

to

God

.

All

the

parents

and

mothers

and

everybody

went

over

and

stood

right

under

the

roof

of

the

carrousel

,

so

they

would

n't

get

soaked

to

the

skin

or

anything

,

but

I

stuck

around

on

the

bench

for

quite

a

while

.

I

got

pretty

soaking

wet

,

especially

my

neck

and

my

pants

.

My

hunting

hat

really

gave

me

quite

a

lot

of

protection

,

in

a

way

;

but

I

got

soaked

anyway

.

I

did

n't

care

,

though

.

I

felt

so

damn

happy

all

of

sudden

,

the

way

old

Phoebe

kept

going

around

and

around

.

I

was

damn

near

bawling

,

I

felt

so

damn

happy

,

if

you

want

to

know

the

truth

.

I

do

n't

know

why

.

It

was

just

that

she

looked

so

damn

nice

,

the

way

she

kept

going

around

and

around

,

in

her

blue

coat

and

all

.

God

,

I

wish

you

could

've

been

there

.

That

's

all

I

'm

going

to

tell

about

.

I

could

probably

tell

you

what

I

did

after

I

went

home

,

and

how

I

got

sick

and

all

,

and

what

school

I

'm

supposed

to

go

to

next

fall

,

after

I

get

out

of

here

,

but

I

do

n't

feel

like

it

.

I

really

do

n't

.

That

stuff

does

n't

interest

me

too

much

right

now

.

Отключить рекламу

A

lot

of

people

,

especially

this

one

psychoanalyst

guy

they

have

here

,

keeps

asking

me

if

I

'm

going

apply

myself

when

I

go

back

to

school

next

September

.

It

's

such

a

stupid

question

,

in

my

opinion

.

I

mean

how

do

you

know

what

you

're

going

to

do

till

you

do

it

?

The

answer

is

,

you

do

n't

.

I

think

I

am

,

but

how

do

I

know

?

I

swear

it

's

a

stupid

question

.

D.

B.

is

n't

as

bad

as

the

rest

of

them

,

but

he

keeps

asking

me

a

lot

of

questions

,

too

.

He

drove

over

last

Saturday

with

this

English

babe

that

's

in

this

new

picture

he

's

writing

.

She

was

pretty

affected

,

but

very

good-looking

.

Anyway

,

one

time

when

she

went

to

the

ladies

'

room

way

the

hell

down

in

the

other

wing

D.

B.

asked

me

what

I

thought

about

all

this

stuff

I

just

finished

telling

you

about

.

I

did

n't

know

what

the

hell

to

say

.

If

you

want

to

know

the

truth

,

I

do

n't

know

what

I

think

about

it

.

I

'm

sorry

I

told

so

many

people

about

it

.

About

all

I

know

is

,

I

sort

of

miss

everybody

I

told

about

.

Even

old

Stradlater

and

Ackley

,

for

instance

.

I

think

I

even

miss

that

goddam

Maurice

.

It

's

funny

.

Do

n't

ever

tell

anybody

anything

.

If

you

do

,

you

start

missing

everybody

.

Предыдущая страница

Предыдущая