-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- О. Генри
-
- Короли и капуста
-
- Стр. 39/130
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Mine
and
Henry
's
money
was
counterfeit
.
Everything
was
on
Homer
P.
Mellinger
.
That
man
could
find
rolls
of
bills
concealed
in
places
on
his
person
where
Hermann
the
Wizard
could
n't
have
conjured
out
a
rabbit
or
an
omelette
.
He
could
have
founded
universities
,
and
made
orchid
collections
,
and
then
had
enough
left
to
purchase
the
colored
vote
of
his
country
.
Henry
and
me
wondered
what
his
graft
was
.
One
evening
he
told
us
.
"
'
Boys
,
'
said
he
,
'
I
've
deceived
you
.
You
think
I
'm
a
painted
butterfly
;
but
in
fact
I
'm
the
hardest
worked
man
in
this
country
.
Ten
years
ago
I
landed
on
its
shores
;
and
two
years
ago
on
the
point
of
its
jaw
.
Yes
,
I
guess
I
can
get
the
decision
over
this
ginger
cake
commonwealth
at
the
end
of
any
round
I
choose
.
I
'll
confide
in
you
because
you
are
my
countrymen
and
guests
,
even
if
you
have
assaulted
my
adopted
shores
with
the
worst
system
of
noises
ever
set
to
music
.
"
'
My
job
is
private
secretary
to
the
president
of
this
republic
;
and
my
duties
are
running
it
.
I
'm
not
headlined
in
the
bills
,
but
I
'm
the
mustard
in
the
salad
dressing
just
the
same
.
There
is
n't
a
law
goes
before
Congress
,
there
is
n't
a
concession
granted
,
there
is
n't
an
import
duty
levied
but
what
H.
P.
Mellinger
he
cooks
and
seasons
it
.
In
the
front
office
I
fill
the
president
's
inkstand
and
search
visiting
statesmen
for
dirks
and
dynamite
;
but
in
the
back
room
I
dictate
the
policy
of
the
government
.
You
'd
never
guess
in
the
world
how
I
got
my
pull
.
It
's
the
only
graft
of
its
kind
on
earth
.
I
'll
put
you
wise
.
You
remember
the
old
top-liner
in
the
copy
book
--
"
Honesty
is
the
Best
Policy
"
?
That
's
it
.
I
'm
working
honesty
for
a
graft
.
I
'm
the
only
honest
man
in
the
republic
.
The
government
knows
it
;
the
people
know
it
;
the
boodlers
know
it
;
the
foreign
investors
know
it
.
I
make
the
government
keep
its
faith
.
If
a
man
is
promised
a
job
he
gets
it
.
If
outside
capital
buys
a
concession
it
gets
the
goods
.
I
run
a
monopoly
of
square
dealing
here
.
There
's
no
competition
.
If
Colonel
Diogenes
were
to
flash
his
lantern
in
this
precinct
he
'd
have
my
address
inside
of
two
minutes
.
There
is
n't
big
money
in
it
,
but
it
's
a
sure
thing
,
and
lets
a
man
sleep
of
nights
.
'
"
Thus
Homer
P.
Mellinger
made
oration
to
me
and
Henry
Horsecollar
.
And
,
later
,
he
divested
himself
of
this
remark
:
"
'
Boys
,
I
'm
to
hold
a
soirée
this
evening
with
a
gang
of
leading
citizens
,
and
I
want
your
assistance
.
You
bring
the
musical
corn
sheller
and
give
the
affair
the
outside
appearance
of
a
function
.
There
's
important
business
on
hand
,
but
it
must
n't
show
.
I
can
talk
to
you
people
.
I
've
been
pained
for
years
on
account
of
not
having
anybody
to
blow
off
and
brag
to
.
I
get
homesick
sometimes
,
and
I
'd
swap
the
entire
perquisites
of
office
for
just
one
hour
to
have
a
stein
and
a
caviare
sandwich
somewhere
on
Thirty-fourth
Street
,
and
stand
and
watch
the
street
cars
go
by
,
and
smell
the
peanut
roaster
at
old
Giuseppe
's
fruit
stand
.
'
"
'
Yes
,
'
said
I
,
'
there
's
fine
caviare
at
Billy
Renfrew
's
café
,
corner
of
Thirty-fourth
and
--
'
"
'
God
knows
it
,
'
interrupts
Mellinger
,
'
and
if
you
'd
told
me
you
knew
Billy
Renfrew
I
'd
have
invented
tons
of
ways
of
making
you
happy
.
Billy
was
my
side-kicker
in
New
York
.
There
is
a
man
who
never
knew
what
crooked
was
.
Here
I
am
working
Honesty
for
a
graft
,
but
that
man
loses
money
on
it
.
Carrambos
!
I
get
sick
at
times
of
this
country
.
Everything
's
rotten
.
From
the
executive
down
to
the
coffee
pickers
,
they
're
plotting
to
down
each
other
and
skin
their
friends
.
If
a
mule
driver
takes
off
his
hat
to
an
official
,
that
man
figures
it
out
that
he
's
a
popular
idol
,
and
sets
his
pegs
to
stir
up
a
revolution
and
upset
the
administration
.
It
's
one
of
my
little
chores
as
private
secretary
to
smell
out
these
revolutions
and
affix
the
kibosh
before
they
break
out
and
scratch
the
paint
off
the
government
property
.
That
's
why
I
'm
down
here
now
in
this
mildewed
coast
town
.
The
governor
of
the
district
and
his
crew
are
plotting
to
uprise
.
I
've
got
every
one
of
their
names
,
and
they
're
invited
to
listen
to
the
phonograph
to-night
,
compliments
of
H.
P.
M.
That
's
the
way
I
'll
get
them
in
a
bunch
,
and
things
are
on
the
programme
to
happen
to
them
.
'
