-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Гай де Мопассан
-
- Милый друг
-
- Стр. 58/190
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Still
,
what
difference
does
a
little
more
or
a
little
less
genius
make
,
since
all
must
come
to
an
end
?
"
He
paused
,
and
Duroy
said
with
a
smile
:
"
You
are
gloomy
to-night
,
sir
!
"
The
poet
replied
:
"
I
always
am
,
my
child
;
you
will
be
too
in
a
few
years
.
While
one
is
climbing
the
ladder
,
one
sees
the
top
and
feels
hopeful
;
but
when
one
has
reached
that
summit
,
one
sees
the
descent
and
the
end
which
is
death
.
It
is
slow
work
ascending
,
but
one
descends
rapidly
.
At
your
age
one
is
joyous
;
one
hopes
for
many
things
which
never
come
to
pass
.
At
mine
,
one
expects
nothing
but
death
.
"
Duroy
laughed
:
"
Egad
,
you
make
me
shudder
.
"
Norbert
de
Varenne
continued
:
"
You
do
not
understand
me
now
,
but
later
on
you
will
remember
what
I
have
told
you
.
We
breathe
,
sleep
,
drink
,
eat
,
work
,
and
then
die
!
The
end
of
life
is
death
.
What
do
you
long
for
?
Love
?
A
few
kisses
and
you
will
be
powerless
.
Money
?
What
for
?
To
gratify
your
desires
.
Glory
?
What
comes
after
it
all
?
Death
!
Death
alone
is
certain
.
"
He
stopped
,
took
Duroy
by
his
coat
collar
and
said
slowly
:
"
Ponder
upon
all
that
,
young
man
;
think
it
over
for
days
,
months
,
and
years
,
and
you
will
see
life
from
a
different
standpoint
.
I
am
a
lonely
,
old
man
.
I
have
neither
father
,
mother
,
brother
,
sister
,
wife
,
children
,
nor
God
.
I
have
only
poetry
.
Marry
,
my
friend
;
you
do
not
know
what
it
is
to
live
alone
at
my
age
.
It
is
so
lonesome
.
I
seem
to
have
no
one
upon
earth
.
When
one
is
old
it
is
a
comfort
to
have
children
.
"
When
they
reached
Rue
de
Bourgogne
,
the
poet
halted
before
a
high
house
,
rang
the
bell
,
pressed
Duroy
's
hand
and
said
:
"
Forget
what
I
have
said
to
you
,
young
man
,
and
live
according
to
your
age
.
Adieu
!
"
With
those
words
he
disappeared
in
the
dark
corridor
.
Duroy
felt
somewhat
depressed
on
leaving
Varenne
,
but
on
his
way
a
perfumed
damsel
passed
by
him
and
recalled
to
his
mind
his
reconciliation
with
Mme.
de
Marelle
.
How
delightful
was
the
realization
of
one
's
hopes
!
The
next
morning
he
arrived
at
his
lady-love
's
door
somewhat
early
;
she
welcomed
him
as
if
there
had
been
no
rupture
,
and
said
as
she
kissed
him
:
