-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Гюстав Флобер
-
- Госпожа Бовари
-
- Стр. 165/303
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
When
she
knelt
on
her
Gothic
prie-Dieu
,
she
addressed
to
the
Lord
the
same
suave
words
that
she
had
murmured
formerly
to
her
lover
in
the
outpourings
of
adultery
.
It
was
to
make
faith
come
;
but
no
delights
descended
from
the
heavens
,
and
she
arose
with
tired
limbs
and
with
a
vague
feeling
of
a
gigantic
dupery
.
This
searching
after
faith
,
she
thought
,
was
only
one
merit
the
more
,
and
in
the
pride
of
her
devoutness
Emma
compared
herself
to
those
grand
ladies
of
long
ago
whose
glory
she
,
had
dreamed
of
over
a
portrait
of
La
Valliere
,
and
who
,
trailing
with
so
much
majesty
the
lace-trimmed
trains
of
their
long
gowns
,
retired
into
solitudes
to
shed
at
the
feet
of
Christ
all
the
tears
of
hearts
that
life
had
wounded
.
Then
she
gave
herself
up
to
excessive
charity
.
She
sewed
clothes
for
the
poor
,
she
sent
wood
to
women
in
childbed
;
and
Charles
one
day
,
on
coming
home
,
found
three
good-for-nothings
in
the
kitchen
seated
at
the
table
eating
soup
.
She
had
her
little
girl
,
whom
during
her
illness
her
husband
had
sent
back
to
the
nurse
,
brought
home
.
She
wanted
to
teach
her
to
read
;
even
when
Berthe
cried
,
she
was
not
vexed
.
She
had
made
up
her
mind
to
resignation
,
to
universal
indulgence
.
Her
language
about
everything
was
full
of
ideal
expressions
.
She
said
to
her
child
,
"
Is
your
stomach-ache
better
,
my
angel
?
"
Madame
Bovary
senior
found
nothing
to
censure
except
perhaps
this
mania
of
knitting
jackets
for
orphans
instead
of
mending
her
own
house-linen
;
but
,
harassed
with
domestic
quarrels
,
the
good
woman
took
pleasure
in
this
quiet
house
,
and
she
even
stayed
there
till
after
Easter
,
to
escape
the
sarcasms
of
old
Bovary
,
who
never
failed
on
Good
Friday
to
order
chitterlings
.
Besides
the
companionship
of
her
mother-in-law
,
who
strengthened
her
a
little
by
the
rectitude
of
her
judgment
and
her
grave
ways
,
Emma
almost
every
day
had
other
visitors
.
These
were
Madame
Langlois
,
Madame
Caron
,
Madame
Dubreuil
,
Madame
Tuvache
,
and
regularly
from
two
to
five
o'clock
the
excellent
Madame
Homais
,
who
,
for
her
part
,
had
never
believed
any
of
the
tittle-tattle
about
her
neighbour
.
The
little
Homais
also
came
to
see
her
;
Justin
accompanied
them
.
He
went
up
with
them
to
her
bedroom
,
and
remained
standing
near
the
door
,
motionless
and
mute
.
Often
even
Madame
Bovary
;
taking
no
heed
of
him
,
began
her
toilette
.
She
began
by
taking
out
her
comb
,
shaking
her
head
with
a
quick
movement
,
and
when
he
for
the
first
time
saw
all
this
mass
of
hair
that
fell
to
her
knees
unrolling
in
black
ringlets
,
it
was
to
him
,
poor
child
!
like
a
sudden
entrance
into
something
new
and
strange
,
whose
splendour
terrified
him
.
Emma
,
no
doubt
,
did
not
notice
his
silent
attentions
or
his
timidity
.
She
had
no
suspicion
that
the
love
vanished
from
her
life
was
there
,
palpitating
by
her
side
,
beneath
that
coarse
holland
shirt
,
in
that
youthful
heart
open
to
the
emanations
of
her
beauty
.
Besides
,
she
now
enveloped
all
things
with
such
indifference
,
she
had
words
so
affectionate
with
looks
so
haughty
,
such
contradictory
ways
,
that
one
could
no
longer
distinguish
egotism
from
charity
,
or
corruption
from
virtue
.
One
evening
,
for
example
,
she
was
angry
with
the
servant
,
who
had
asked
to
go
out
,
and
stammered
as
she
tried
to
find
some
pretext
.
Then
suddenly
--
"
So
you
love
him
?
"
she
said
.
And
without
waiting
for
any
answer
from
Felicite
,
who
was
blushing
,
she
added
,
"
There
!
run
along
;
enjoy
yourself
!
"
