-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Гай де Мопассан
-
- Милый друг
-
- Стр. 106/190
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
As
Georges
remained
silent
,
his
wife
,
who
divined
his
thoughts
,
asked
in
her
soft
voice
:
"
Of
what
are
you
thinking
?
For
half
an
hour
you
have
not
uttered
a
word
.
"
He
replied
with
a
sneer
:
"
I
am
thinking
of
all
those
fools
who
kiss
one
another
,
and
I
believe
truly
that
there
is
something
else
to
be
done
in
life
.
"
She
whispered
:
"
Yes
,
but
it
is
nice
sometimes
!
It
is
nice
when
one
has
nothing
better
to
do
.
"
Georges
'
thoughts
were
busy
with
the
dead
;
he
said
to
himself
angrily
:
"
I
am
foolish
to
worry
,
to
torment
myself
as
I
have
done
.
"
After
remonstrating
thus
with
himself
,
he
felt
more
reconciled
to
the
thought
of
Forestier
,
and
felt
like
exclaiming
:
"
Good
evening
,
old
fellow
!
"
Madeleine
,
who
was
bored
by
his
silence
,
asked
:
"
Shall
we
go
to
Tortoni
's
for
ices
before
returning
home
?
"
He
glanced
at
her
from
his
corner
and
thought
:
"
She
is
pretty
;
so
much
the
better
.
Tit
for
tat
,
my
comrade
.
But
if
they
begin
again
to
annoy
me
with
you
,
it
will
get
somewhat
hot
at
the
North
Pole
!
"
Then
he
replied
:
"
Certainly
,
my
darling
,
"
and
before
she
had
time
to
think
he
kissed
her
.
It
seemed
to
Madeleine
that
her
husband
's
lips
were
icy
.
However
he
smiled
as
usual
and
gave
her
his
hand
to
assist
her
to
alight
at
the
cafe
.
On
entering
the
office
the
following
day
,
Du
Roy
sought
Boisrenard
and
told
him
to
warn
his
associates
not
to
continue
the
farce
of
calling
him
Forestier
,
or
there
would
be
war
.
When
Du
Roy
returned
an
hour
later
,
no
one
called
him
by
that
name
.
From
the
office
he
proceeded
to
his
home
,
and
hearing
the
sound
of
ladies
'
voices
in
the
drawing-room
,
he
asked
the
servant
:
"
Who
is
here
?
"
"
Mme.
Walter
and
Mme.
de
Marelle
,
"
was
the
reply
.
His
heart
pulsated
violently
as
he
opened
the
door
.
Clotilde
was
seated
by
the
fireplace
;
it
seemed
to
Georges
that
she
turned
pale
on
perceiving
him
.
