-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Люси Мод Монтгомери
-
- Аня с острова Принца Эдуарда
-
- Стр. 112/200
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
When
Phil
had
gone
Aunt
Jamesina
looked
solemnly
at
Anne
.
"
That
girl
is
pretty
and
sweet
and
goodhearted
,
but
do
you
think
she
is
quite
right
in
her
mind
,
by
spells
,
Anne
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
think
there
's
anything
the
matter
with
Phil
's
mind
,
"
said
Anne
,
hiding
a
smile
.
"
It
's
just
her
way
of
talking
.
"
Aunt
Jamesina
shook
her
head
.
"
Well
,
I
hope
so
,
Anne
.
I
do
hope
so
,
because
I
love
her
.
But
I
ca
n't
understand
her
--
she
beats
me
.
She
is
n't
like
any
of
the
girls
I
ever
knew
,
or
any
of
the
girls
I
was
myself
.
"
"
How
many
girls
were
you
,
Aunt
Jimsie
?
"
"
About
half
a
dozen
,
my
dear
.
"
"
This
has
been
a
dull
,
prosy
day
,
"
yawned
Phil
,
stretching
herself
idly
on
the
sofa
,
having
previously
dispossessed
two
exceedingly
indignant
cats
.
Anne
looked
up
from
Pickwick
Papers
.
Now
that
spring
examinations
were
over
she
was
treating
herself
to
Dickens
.
"
It
has
been
a
prosy
day
for
us
,
"
she
said
thoughtfully
,
"
but
to
some
people
it
has
been
a
wonderful
day
.
Some
one
has
been
rapturously
happy
in
it
.
Perhaps
a
great
deed
has
been
done
somewhere
today
--
or
a
great
poem
written
--
or
a
great
man
born
.
And
some
heart
has
been
broken
,
Phil
.
"
