-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джеймс Джойс
-
- Дублинцы
-
- Стр. 160/192
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
How
cool
it
must
be
outside
!
How
pleasant
it
would
be
to
walk
out
alone
,
first
along
by
the
river
and
then
through
the
park
!
The
snow
would
be
lying
on
the
branches
of
the
trees
and
forming
a
bright
cap
on
the
top
of
the
Wellington
Monument
.
How
much
more
pleasant
it
would
be
there
than
at
the
supper-table
!
He
ran
over
the
headings
of
his
speech
:
Irish
hospitality
,
sad
memories
,
the
Three
Graces
,
Paris
,
the
quotation
from
Browning
.
He
repeated
to
himself
a
phrase
he
had
written
in
his
review
:
"
One
feels
that
one
is
listening
to
a
thought
--
tormented
music
.
"
Miss
Ivors
had
praised
the
review
.
Was
she
sincere
?
Had
she
really
any
life
of
her
own
behind
all
her
propagandism
?
There
had
never
been
any
ill-feeling
between
them
until
that
night
.
It
unnerved
him
to
think
that
she
would
be
at
the
supper-table
,
looking
up
at
him
while
he
spoke
with
her
critical
quizzing
eyes
.
Perhaps
she
would
not
be
sorry
to
see
him
fail
in
his
speech
.
An
idea
came
into
his
mind
and
gave
him
courage
.
He
would
say
,
alluding
to
Aunt
Kate
and
Aunt
Julia
:
"
Ladies
and
Gentlemen
,
the
generation
which
is
now
on
the
wane
among
us
may
have
had
its
faults
but
for
my
part
I
think
it
had
certain
qualities
of
hospitality
,
of
humour
,
of
humanity
,
which
the
new
and
very
serious
and
hypereducated
generation
that
is
growing
up
around
us
seems
to
me
to
lack
.
"
Very
good
:
that
was
one
for
Miss
Ivors
.
What
did
he
care
that
his
aunts
were
only
two
ignorant
old
women
?
A
murmur
in
the
room
attracted
his
attention
.
Mr.
Browne
was
advancing
from
the
door
,
gallantly
escorting
Aunt
Julia
,
who
leaned
upon
his
arm
,
smiling
and
hanging
her
head
.
An
irregular
musketry
of
applause
escorted
her
also
as
far
as
the
piano
and
then
,
as
Mary
Jane
seated
herself
on
the
stool
,
and
Aunt
Julia
,
no
longer
smiling
,
half
turned
so
as
to
pitch
her
voice
fairly
into
the
room
,
gradually
ceased
.
Gabriel
recognised
the
prelude
.
It
was
that
of
an
old
song
of
Aunt
Julia
's
--
Arrayed
for
the
Bridal
.
Her
voice
,
strong
and
clear
in
tone
,
attacked
with
great
spirit
the
runs
which
embellish
the
air
and
though
she
sang
very
rapidly
she
did
not
miss
even
the
smallest
of
the
grace
notes
.
To
follow
the
voice
,
without
looking
at
the
singer
's
face
,
was
to
feel
and
share
the
excitement
of
swift
and
secure
flight
.
Gabriel
applauded
loudly
with
all
the
others
at
the
close
of
the
song
and
loud
applause
was
borne
in
from
the
invisible
supper-table
.
It
sounded
so
genuine
that
a
little
colour
struggled
into
Aunt
Julia
's
face
as
she
bent
to
replace
in
the
music-stand
the
old
leather-bound
songbook
that
had
her
initials
on
the
cover
.
Freddy
Malins
,
who
had
listened
with
his
head
perched
sideways
to
hear
her
better
,
was
still
applauding
when
everyone
else
had
ceased
and
talking
animatedly
to
his
mother
who
nodded
her
head
gravely
and
slowly
in
acquiescence
.
At
last
,
when
he
could
clap
no
more
,
he
stood
up
suddenly
and
hurried
across
the
room
to
Aunt
Julia
whose
hand
he
seized
and
held
in
both
his
hands
,
shaking
it
when
words
failed
him
or
the
catch
in
his
voice
proved
too
much
for
him
.
"
I
was
just
telling
my
mother
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
never
heard
you
sing
so
well
,
never
.
No
,
I
never
heard
your
voice
so
good
as
it
is
tonight
.
Now
!
Would
you
believe
that
now
?
That
's
the
truth
.
Upon
my
word
and
honour
that
's
the
truth
.
I
never
heard
your
voice
sound
so
fresh
and
so
...
so
clear
and
fresh
,
never
.
"
Aunt
Julia
smiled
broadly
and
murmured
something
about
compliments
as
she
released
her
hand
from
his
grasp
.
Mr.
Browne
extended
his
open
hand
towards
her
and
said
to
those
who
were
near
him
in
the
manner
of
a
showman
introducing
a
prodigy
to
an
audience
:
"
Miss
Julia
Morkan
,
my
latest
discovery
!
"
He
was
laughing
very
heartily
at
this
himself
when
Freddy
Malins
turned
to
him
and
said
:
"
Well
,
Browne
,
if
you
're
serious
you
might
make
a
worse
discovery
.
All
I
can
say
is
I
never
heard
her
sing
half
so
well
as
long
as
I
am
coming
here
.
And
that
's
the
honest
truth
.
"
"
Neither
did
I
,
"
said
Mr.
Browne
.
"
I
think
her
voice
has
greatly
improved
.
"
