-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Фрэнсис Скотт Фицджеральд
-
- По эту сторону рая
-
- Стр. 36/348
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
4
.
Gets
to
college
and
has
a
problematical
future
.
Feels
lost
without
his
circle
,
and
always
says
that
school
days
were
happiest
,
after
all
.
Goes
back
to
school
and
makes
speeches
about
what
St.
Regis
's
boys
are
doing
.
5
.
Hair
not
slicked
.
Amory
had
decided
definitely
on
Princeton
,
even
though
he
would
be
the
only
boy
entering
that
year
from
St.
Regis
'
.
Yale
had
a
romance
and
glamour
from
the
tales
of
Minneapolis
,
and
St.
Regis
'
men
who
had
been
"
tapped
for
Skull
and
Bones
,
"
but
Princeton
drew
him
most
,
with
its
atmosphere
of
bright
colors
and
its
alluring
reputation
as
the
pleasantest
country
club
in
America
.
Dwarfed
by
the
menacing
college
exams
,
Amory
's
school
days
drifted
into
the
past
.
Years
afterward
,
when
he
went
back
to
St
Regis
'
,
he
seemed
to
have
forgotten
the
successes
of
sixth-form
year
,
and
to
be
able
to
picture
himself
only
as
the
unadjustable
boy
who
had
hurried
down
corridors
,
jeered
at
by
his
rabid
contemporaries
mad
with
common
sense
.
At
first
Amory
noticed
only
the
wealth
of
sunshine
creeping
across
the
long
,
green
swards
,
dancing
on
the
leaded
window-panes
,
and
swimming
around
the
tops
of
spires
and
towers
and
battlemented
walls
.
Gradually
he
realized
that
he
was
really
walking
up
University
Place
,
self-conscious
about
his
suitcase
,
developing
a
new
tendency
to
glare
straight
ahead
when
he
passed
any
one
.
Several
times
he
could
have
sworn
that
men
turned
to
look
at
him
critically
.
He
wondered
vaguely
if
there
was
something
the
matter
with
his
clothes
,
and
wished
he
had
shaved
that
morning
on
the
train
.
He
felt
unnecessarily
stiff
and
awkward
among
these
white-flannelled
,
bareheaded
youths
,
who
must
be
juniors
and
seniors
,
judging
from
the
savoir
faire
with
which
they
strolled
.
He
found
that
12
University
Place
was
a
large
,
dilapidated
mansion
,
at
present
apparently
uninhabited
,
though
he
knew
it
housed
usually
a
dozen
freshmen
.
After
a
hurried
skirmish
with
his
landlady
he
sallied
out
on
a
tour
of
exploration
,
but
he
had
gone
scarcely
a
block
when
he
became
horribly
conscious
that
he
must
be
the
only
man
in
town
who
was
wearing
a
hat
.
He
returned
hurriedly
to
12
University
,
left
his
derby
,
and
,
emerging
bareheaded
,
loitered
down
Nassau
Street
,
stopping
to
investigate
a
display
of
athletic
photographs
in
a
store
window
,
including
a
large
one
of
Allenby
,
the
football
captain
,
and
next
attracted
by
the
sign
"
Jigger
Shop
"
over
a
confectionary
window
.
This
sounded
familiar
,
so
he
sauntered
in
and
took
a
seat
on
a
high
stool
.
"
Chocolate
sundae
,
"
he
told
a
colored
person
.
