-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Теодор Драйзер
-
- Сестра Керри
-
- Стр. 85/524
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
In
the
bedroom
,
off
the
front
room
,
was
Carrie
’
s
trunk
,
bought
by
Drouet
,
and
in
the
wardrobe
built
into
the
wall
quite
an
array
of
clothing
—
more
than
she
had
ever
possessed
before
,
and
of
very
becoming
designs
.
There
was
a
third
room
for
possible
use
as
a
kitchen
,
where
Drouet
had
Carrie
establish
a
little
portable
gas
stove
for
the
preparation
of
small
lunches
,
oysters
,
Welsh
rarebits
,
and
the
like
,
of
which
he
was
exceedingly
fond
;
and
,
lastly
,
a
bath
.
The
whole
place
was
cosey
,
in
that
it
was
lighted
by
gas
and
heated
by
furnace
registers
,
possessing
also
a
small
grate
,
set
with
an
asbestos
back
,
a
method
of
cheerful
warming
which
was
then
first
coming
into
use
.
By
her
industry
and
natural
love
of
order
,
which
now
developed
,
the
place
maintained
an
air
pleasing
in
the
extreme
.
Here
,
then
,
was
Carrie
,
established
in
a
pleasant
fashion
,
free
of
certain
difficulties
which
most
ominously
confronted
her
,
laden
with
many
new
ones
which
were
of
a
mental
order
,
and
altogether
so
turned
about
in
all
of
her
earthly
relationships
that
she
might
well
have
been
a
new
and
different
individual
.
She
looked
into
her
glass
and
saw
a
prettier
Carrie
than
she
had
seen
before
;
she
looked
into
her
mind
,
a
mirror
prepared
of
her
own
and
the
world
’
s
opinions
,
and
saw
a
worse
.
Between
these
two
images
she
wavered
,
hesitating
which
to
believe
.
“
My
,
but
you
’
re
a
little
beauty
,
”
Drouet
was
wont
to
exclaim
to
her
.
She
would
look
at
him
with
large
,
pleased
eyes
.
“
You
know
it
,
don
’
t
you
?
”
he
would
continue
.
“
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
”
she
would
reply
,
feeling
delight
in
the
fact
that
one
should
think
so
,
hesitating
to
believe
,
though
she
really
did
,
that
she
was
vain
enough
to
think
so
much
of
herself
.
Her
conscience
,
however
,
was
not
a
Drouet
,
interested
to
praise
.
There
she
heard
a
different
voice
,
with
which
she
argued
,
pleaded
,
excused
.
It
was
no
just
and
sapient
counsellor
,
in
its
last
analysis
.
It
was
only
an
average
little
conscience
,
a
thing
which
represented
the
world
,
her
past
environment
,
habit
,
convention
,
in
a
confused
way
.
With
it
,
the
voice
of
the
people
was
truly
the
voice
of
God
.
“
Oh
,
thou
failure
!
”
said
the
voice
.
“
Why
?
”
she
questioned
.
“
Look
at
those
about
,
”
came
the
whispered
answer
.
“
Look
at
those
who
are
good
.
How
would
they
scorn
to
do
what
you
have
done
.
Look
at
the
good
girls
;
how
will
they
draw
away
from
such
as
you
when
they
know
you
have
been
weak
.
