автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Bliss, and Other Stories

Katherine Mansfield

But the pear tree was as lovely as ever and as full of flower and as still.

“Good night, good-bye,” she cried from the top step, feeling that this self of hers was taking leave of them for ever.

But now—ardently! ardently! The word ached in her ardent body! Was this what that feeling of bliss had been leading up to?

They were so frank with each other—such good pals. That was the best of being modern.

For the first time in her life Bertha Young desired her husband.

Oh, she’d loved him—she’d been in love with him, of course, in every other way, but just not in that way.

“The trouble with our young writing men is that they are still too romantic. You can’t put out to sea without being seasick and wanting a basin. Well, why won’t they have the courage of those basins?”

My dear Mrs. Knight, don’t ask me about my baby. I never see her. I shan’t feel the slightest interest in her until she has a lover,

For ever—for a moment? And did Miss Fulton murmur: “Yes. Just that.” Or did Bertha dream it?

How long did they stand there? Both, as it were, caught in that circle of unearthly light, understanding each other perfectly, creatures of another world, and wondering what they were to do in this one with all this blissful treasure that burned in their bosoms and dropped, in silver flowers, from their hair and hands?

While she thought like this she saw herself talking and laughing. She had to talk because of her desire to laugh.

“I must laugh or die.”