-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джеймс Джойс
-
- Дублинцы
-
- Стр. 20/192
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
She
was
about
to
explore
another
life
with
Frank
.
Frank
was
very
kind
,
manly
,
open-hearted
.
She
was
to
go
away
with
him
by
the
night-boat
to
be
his
wife
and
to
live
with
him
in
Buenos
Ayres
where
he
had
a
home
waiting
for
her
.
How
well
she
remembered
the
first
time
she
had
seen
him
;
he
was
lodging
in
a
house
on
the
main
road
where
she
used
to
visit
.
It
seemed
a
few
weeks
ago
.
He
was
standing
at
the
gate
,
his
peaked
cap
pushed
back
on
his
head
and
his
hair
tumbled
forward
over
a
face
of
bronze
.
Then
they
had
come
to
know
each
other
.
He
used
to
meet
her
outside
the
Stores
every
evening
and
see
her
home
.
He
took
her
to
see
The
Bohemian
Girl
and
she
felt
elated
as
she
sat
in
an
unaccustomed
part
of
the
theatre
with
him
.
He
was
awfully
fond
of
music
and
sang
a
little
.
People
knew
that
they
were
courting
and
,
when
he
sang
about
the
lass
that
loves
a
sailor
,
she
always
felt
pleasantly
confused
.
He
used
to
call
her
Poppens
out
of
fun
.
First
of
all
it
had
been
an
excitement
for
her
to
have
a
fellow
and
then
she
had
begun
to
like
him
.
He
had
tales
of
distant
countries
.
He
had
started
as
a
deck
boy
at
a
pound
a
month
on
a
ship
of
the
Allan
Line
going
out
to
Canada
.
He
told
her
the
names
of
the
ships
he
had
been
on
and
the
names
of
the
different
services
.
He
had
sailed
through
the
Straits
of
Magellan
and
he
told
her
stories
of
the
terrible
Patagonians
.
He
had
fallen
on
his
feet
in
Buenos
Ayres
,
he
said
,
and
had
come
over
to
the
old
country
just
for
a
holiday
.
Of
course
,
her
father
had
found
out
the
affair
and
had
forbidden
her
to
have
anything
to
say
to
him
.
"
I
know
these
sailor
chaps
,
"
he
said
.
One
day
he
had
quarrelled
with
Frank
and
after
that
she
had
to
meet
her
lover
secretly
.
The
evening
deepened
in
the
avenue
.
The
white
of
two
letters
in
her
lap
grew
indistinct
.
One
was
to
Harry
;
the
other
was
to
her
father
.
Ernest
had
been
her
favourite
but
she
liked
Harry
too
.
Her
father
was
becoming
old
lately
,
she
noticed
;
he
would
miss
her
.
Sometimes
he
could
be
very
nice
.
Not
long
before
,
when
she
had
been
laid
up
for
a
day
,
he
had
read
her
out
a
ghost
story
and
made
toast
for
her
at
the
fire
.
Another
day
,
when
their
mother
was
alive
,
they
had
all
gone
for
a
picnic
to
the
Hill
of
Howth
.
She
remembered
her
father
putting
on
her
mothers
bonnet
to
make
the
children
laugh
.
Her
time
was
running
out
but
she
continued
to
sit
by
the
window
,
leaning
her
head
against
the
window
curtain
,
inhaling
the
odour
of
dusty
cretonne
.
Down
far
in
the
avenue
she
could
hear
a
street
organ
playing
.
She
knew
the
air
Strange
that
it
should
come
that
very
night
to
remind
her
of
the
promise
to
her
mother
,
her
promise
to
keep
the
home
together
as
long
as
she
could
.
She
remembered
the
last
night
of
her
mother
's
illness
;
she
was
again
in
the
close
dark
room
at
the
other
side
of
the
hall
and
outside
she
heard
a
melancholy
air
of
Italy
.
The
organ-player
had
been
ordered
to
go
away
and
given
sixpence
.
She
remembered
her
father
strutting
back
into
the
sickroom
saying
:
"
Damned
Italians
!
coming
over
here
!
"
As
she
mused
the
pitiful
vision
of
her
mother
's
life
laid
its
spell
on
the
very
quick
of
her
being
--
that
life
of
commonplace
sacrifices
closing
in
final
craziness
.
She
trembled
as
she
heard
again
her
mother
's
voice
saying
constantly
with
foolish
insistence
:
"
Derevaun
Seraun
!
Derevaun
Seraun
!
"
