-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Колин Маккалоу
-
- Поющие в терновнике
-
- Стр. 74/535
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
No
use
worrying
about
blowing
them
now
!
"
Father
Ralph
shouted
.
"
Dig
your
heels
in
,
lad
,
or
you
'll
drown
in
the
mud
!
"
They
were
soaked
within
seconds
,
and
so
was
the
hard-baked
ground
.
The
fine
,
nonporous
soil
became
a
sea
of
mud
,
miring
the
horses
to
their
hocks
and
setting
them
floundering
.
While
the
grass
persisted
they
managed
to
press
on
,
but
near
the
creek
where
the
earth
had
been
trodden
to
bareness
they
had
to
dismount
.
Once
relieved
of
their
burdens
,
the
horses
had
no
trouble
,
but
Frank
found
it
impossible
to
keep
his
balance
.
It
was
worse
than
a
skating
rink
.
On
hands
and
knees
they
crawled
to
the
top
of
the
creek
bank
,
and
slid
down
it
like
projectiles
.
The
stone
roadway
,
which
was
normally
covered
by
a
foot
of
lazy
water
,
was
under
four
feet
of
racing
foam
;
Frank
heard
the
priest
laugh
.
Urged
on
by
shouts
and
slaps
from
sodden
hats
,
the
horses
managed
to
scramble
up
the
far
bank
without
mishap
,
but
Frank
and
Father
Ralph
could
not
.
Every
time
they
tried
,
they
slid
back
again
.
The
priest
had
just
suggested
they
climb
a
willow
when
Paddy
,
alerted
by
the
appearance
of
riderless
horses
,
came
with
a
rope
and
hauled
them
out
.
Smiling
and
shaking
his
head
,
Father
Ralph
refused
Paddy
's
offer
of
hospitality
.
"
I
'm
expected
at
the
big
house
,
"
he
said
.
Mary
Carson
heard
him
calling
before
any
of
her
staff
did
,
for
he
had
chosen
to
walk
around
to
the
front
of
the
house
,
thinking
it
would
be
easier
to
reach
his
room
.
"
You
're
not
coming
inside
like
that
,
"
she
said
,
standing
on
the
veranda
.
"
Then
be
a
dear
,
get
me
several
towels
and
my
case
.
"
Unembarrassed
,
she
watched
him
peel
off
his
shirt
,
boots
and
breeches
,
leaning
against
the
half-open
window
into
her
drawing
room
as
he
toweled
the
worst
of
the
mud
off
.
"
You
're
the
most
beautiful
man
I
've
ever
seen
,
Ralph
de
Bricassart
,
"
she
said
.
"
Why
is
it
so
many
priests
are
beautiful
?
The
Irishness
?
They
're
rather
a
handsome
people
,
the
Irish
.
