-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джозеф Конрад
-
- Ностромо
-
- Стр. 216/274
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Old
Viola
walked
out
of
a
dark
corner
,
and
,
without
a
word
,
emptied
upon
the
table
out
of
his
hollowed
palms
a
few
dry
crusts
of
bread
and
half
a
raw
onion
.
While
the
Capataz
began
to
devour
this
beggar
's
fare
,
taking
up
with
stony-eyed
voracity
piece
after
piece
lying
by
his
side
,
the
Garibaldino
went
off
,
and
squatting
down
in
another
corner
filled
an
earthenware
mug
with
red
wine
out
of
a
wicker-covered
demijohn
.
With
a
familiar
gesture
,
as
when
serving
customers
in
the
cafe
,
he
had
thrust
his
pipe
between
his
teeth
to
have
his
hands
free
.
The
Capataz
drank
greedily
.
A
slight
flush
deepened
the
bronze
of
his
cheek
.
Before
him
,
Viola
,
with
a
turn
of
his
white
and
massive
head
towards
the
staircase
,
took
his
empty
pipe
out
of
his
mouth
,
and
pronounced
slowly
--
"
After
the
shot
was
fired
down
here
,
which
killed
her
as
surely
as
if
the
bullet
had
struck
her
oppressed
heart
,
she
called
upon
you
to
save
the
children
.
Upon
you
,
Gian
'
Battista
.
"
The
Capataz
looked
up
.
"
Did
she
do
that
,
Padrone
?
To
save
the
children
!
They
are
with
the
English
senora
,
their
rich
benefactress
.
Hey
!
old
man
of
the
people
.
Thy
benefactress
...
.
"
"
I
am
old
,
"
muttered
Giorgio
Viola
.
"
An
Englishwoman
was
allowed
to
give
a
bed
to
Garibaldi
lying
wounded
in
prison
.
The
greatest
man
that
ever
lived
.
A
man
of
the
people
,
too
--
a
sailor
.
I
may
let
another
keep
a
roof
over
my
head
.
Si
...
I
am
old
.
I
may
let
her
.
Life
lasts
too
long
sometimes
.
"
"
And
she
herself
may
not
have
a
roof
over
her
head
before
many
days
are
out
,
unless
I.
.
.
What
do
you
say
?
Am
I
to
keep
a
roof
over
her
head
?
Am
I
to
try
--
and
save
all
the
Blancos
together
with
her
?
"
"
You
shall
do
it
,
"
said
old
Viola
in
a
strong
voice
.
"
You
shall
do
it
as
my
son
would
have
...
.
"
