-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Кеннет Грэм
-
- Ветер в ивах
-
- Стр. 113/117
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Now
,
look
here
,
Toad
,
"
said
the
Rat
.
"
It
's
about
this
Banquet
,
and
very
sorry
I
am
to
have
to
speak
to
you
like
this
.
But
we
want
you
to
understand
clearly
,
once
and
for
all
,
that
there
are
going
to
be
no
speeches
and
no
songs
.
Try
and
grasp
the
fact
that
on
this
occasion
we
're
not
arguing
with
you
;
we
're
just
telling
you
.
"
Toad
saw
that
he
was
trapped
.
They
understood
him
,
they
saw
through
him
,
they
had
got
ahead
of
him
.
His
pleasant
dream
was
shattered
.
"
May
n't
I
sing
them
just
one
little
song
?
"
he
pleaded
piteously
.
"
No
,
not
one
little
song
,
"
replied
the
Rat
firmly
,
though
his
heart
bled
as
he
noticed
the
trembling
lip
of
the
poor
disappointed
Toad
.
"
It
's
no
good
,
Toady
;
you
know
well
that
your
songs
are
all
conceit
and
boasting
and
vanity
;
and
your
speeches
are
all
self-praise
and
--
and
--
well
,
and
gross
exaggeration
and
--
and
--
"
"
And
gas
,
"
put
in
the
Badger
,
in
his
common
way
.
"
It
's
for
your
own
good
,
Toady
,
"
went
on
the
Rat
.
"
You
know
you
must
turn
over
a
new
leaf
sooner
or
later
,
and
now
seems
a
splendid
time
to
begin
;
a
sort
of
turning-point
in
your
career
.
Please
do
n't
think
that
saying
all
this
does
n't
hurt
me
more
than
it
hurts
you
.
"
Toad
remained
a
long
while
plunged
in
thought
.
At
last
he
raised
his
head
,
and
the
traces
of
strong
emotion
were
visible
on
his
features
.
"
You
have
conquered
,
my
friends
,
"
he
said
in
broken
accents
.
"
It
was
,
to
be
sure
,
but
a
small
thing
that
I
asked
--
merely
leave
to
blossom
and
expand
for
yet
one
more
evening
,
to
let
myself
go
and
hear
the
tumultuous
applause
that
always
seems
to
me
--
somehow
--
to
bring
out
my
best
qualities
.
However
,
you
are
right
,
I
know
,
and
I
am
wrong
.
Henceforth
I
will
be
a
very
different
Toad
.
My
friends
,
you
shall
never
have
occasion
to
blush
for
me
again
.
But
,
O
dear
,
O
dear
,
this
is
a
hard
world
!
"
And
,
pressing
his
handkerchief
to
his
face
,
he
left
the
room
,
with
faltering
footsteps
.
"
Badger
,
"
said
the
Rat
,
"
I
feel
like
a
brute
;
I
wonder
what
you
feel
like
?
"
