-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Фрэнсис Скотт Фицджеральд
-
- По эту сторону рая
-
- Стр. 329/348
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
In
self-reproach
and
loneliness
and
disillusion
he
came
to
the
entrance
of
the
labyrinth
.
Another
dawn
flung
itself
across
the
river
,
a
belated
taxi
hurried
along
the
street
,
its
lamps
still
shining
like
burning
eyes
in
a
face
white
from
a
night
's
carouse
.
A
melancholy
siren
sounded
far
down
the
river
.
MONSIGNOR
Amory
kept
thinking
how
Monsignor
would
have
enjoyed
his
own
funeral
.
It
was
magnificently
Catholic
and
liturgical
.
Bishop
O'Neill
sang
solemn
high
mass
and
the
cardinal
gave
the
final
absolutions
.
Thornton
Hancock
,
Mrs.
Lawrence
,
the
British
and
Italian
ambassadors
,
the
papal
delegate
,
and
a
host
of
friends
and
priests
were
there
--
yet
the
inexorable
shears
had
cut
through
all
these
threads
that
Monsignor
had
gathered
into
his
hands
.
To
Amory
it
was
a
haunting
grief
to
see
him
lying
in
his
coffin
,
with
closed
hands
upon
his
purple
vestments
.
His
face
had
not
changed
,
and
,
as
he
never
knew
he
was
dying
,
it
showed
no
pain
or
fear
.
It
was
Amory
's
dear
old
friend
,
his
and
the
others
'
--
for
the
church
was
full
of
people
with
daft
,
staring
faces
,
the
most
exalted
seeming
the
most
stricken
.
The
cardinal
,
like
an
archangel
in
cope
and
mitre
,
sprinkled
the
holy
water
;
the
organ
broke
into
sound
;
the
choir
began
to
sing
the
Requiem
Eternam
.
All
these
people
grieved
because
they
had
to
some
extent
depended
upon
Monsignor
.
Their
grief
was
more
than
sentiment
for
the
"
crack
in
his
voice
or
a
certain
break
in
his
walk
,
"
as
Wells
put
it
.
These
people
had
leaned
on
Monsignor
's
faith
,
his
way
of
finding
cheer
,
of
making
religion
a
thing
of
lights
and
shadows
,
making
all
light
and
shadow
merely
aspects
of
God
.
People
felt
safe
when
he
was
near
.
Of
Amory
's
attempted
sacrifice
had
been
born
merely
the
full
realization
of
his
disillusion
,
but
of
Monsignor
's
funeral
was
born
the
romantic
elf
who
was
to
enter
the
labyrinth
with
him
.
He
found
something
that
he
wanted
,
had
always
wanted
and
always
would
want
--
not
to
be
admired
,
as
he
had
feared
;
not
to
be
loved
,
as
he
had
made
himself
believe
;
but
to
be
necessary
to
people
,
to
be
indispensable
;
he
remembered
the
sense
of
security
he
had
found
in
Burne
.
Life
opened
up
in
one
of
its
amazing
bursts
of
radiance
and
Amory
suddenly
and
permanently
rejected
an
old
epigram
that
had
been
playing
listlessly
in
his
mind
:
"
Very
few
things
matter
and
nothing
matters
very
much
.
"
On
the
contrary
,
Amory
felt
an
immense
desire
to
give
people
a
sense
of
security
.
