-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Луиза Мэй Олкотт
-
- Маленькие женщины
-
- Стр. 316/451
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Thursday
Yesterday
was
a
quiet
day
spent
in
teaching
,
sewing
,
and
writing
in
my
little
room
,
which
is
very
cozy
,
with
a
light
and
fire
.
I
picked
up
a
few
bits
of
news
and
was
introduced
to
the
Professor
.
It
seems
that
Tina
is
the
child
of
the
Frenchwoman
who
does
the
fine
ironing
in
the
laundry
here
.
The
little
thing
has
lost
her
heart
to
Mr
.
Bhaer
,
and
follows
him
about
the
house
like
a
dog
whenever
he
is
at
home
,
which
delights
him
,
as
he
is
very
fond
of
children
,
though
a
‘
bacheldore
’
.
Kitty
and
Minnie
Kirke
likewise
regard
him
with
affection
,
and
tell
all
sorts
of
stories
about
the
plays
he
invents
,
the
presents
he
brings
,
and
the
splendid
tales
he
tells
.
The
younger
men
quiz
him
,
it
seems
,
call
him
Old
Fritz
,
Lager
Beer
,
Ursa
Major
,
and
make
all
manner
of
jokes
on
his
name
.
But
he
enjoys
it
like
a
boy
,
Mrs
.
Kirke
says
,
and
takes
it
so
good
-
naturedly
that
they
all
like
him
in
spite
of
his
foreign
ways
.
The
maiden
lady
is
a
Miss
Norton
,
rich
,
cultivated
,
and
kind
.
She
spoke
to
me
at
dinner
today
(
for
I
went
to
table
again
,
it
’
s
such
fun
to
watch
people
)
,
and
asked
me
to
come
and
see
her
at
her
room
.
She
has
fine
books
and
pictures
,
knows
interesting
persons
,
and
seems
friendly
,
so
I
shall
make
myself
agreeable
,
for
I
do
want
to
get
into
good
society
,
only
it
isn
’
t
the
same
sort
that
Amy
likes
.
I
was
in
our
parlor
last
evening
when
Mr
.
Bhaer
came
in
with
some
newspapers
for
Mrs
.
Kirke
.
She
wasn
’
t
there
,
but
Minnie
,
who
is
a
little
old
woman
,
introduced
me
very
prettily
.
"
This
is
Mamma
’
s
friend
,
Miss
March
.
"
"
Yes
,
and
she
’
s
jolly
and
we
like
her
lots
,
"
added
Kitty
,
who
is
an
‘
enfant
terrible
’
.
We
both
bowed
,
and
then
we
laughed
,
for
the
prim
introduction
and
the
blunt
addition
were
rather
a
comical
contrast
.
"
Ah
,
yes
,
I
hear
these
naughty
ones
go
to
vex
you
,
Mees
Marsch
.
If
so
again
,
call
at
me
and
I
come
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
threatening
frown
that
delighted
the
little
wretches
.
I
promised
I
would
,
and
he
departed
,
but
it
seems
as
if
I
was
doomed
to
see
a
good
deal
of
him
,
for
today
as
I
passed
his
door
on
my
way
out
,
by
accident
I
knocked
against
it
with
my
umbrella
.
It
flew
open
,
and
there
he
stood
in
his
dressing
gown
,
with
a
big
blue
sock
on
one
hand
and
a
darning
needle
in
the
other
.
He
didn
’
t
seem
at
all
ashamed
of
it
,
for
when
I
explained
and
hurried
on
,
he
waved
his
hand
,
sock
and
all
,
saying
in
his
loud
,
cheerful
way
.
.
.
