автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері Bliss, and Other Stories
Katherine Mansfield

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Фомина Ксениядәйексөз келтірді1 апта бұрын

A new silence came between them.

Фомина Ксениядәйексөз келтірді1 апта бұрын

Often when I am away from here I revisit it in spirit—wander about among your red chairs, stare at the bowl of fruit on the black table—and just touch, very lightly, that marvel of a sleeping boy’s head.”

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Фомина Ксениядәйексөз келтірді1 апта бұрын

She wanted time in which to free herself from all these familiar things with which she lived so vividly. For all these gay things round her were part of her—her offspring—and they knew it and made the largest, most vehement claims. But now they must go. They must be swept away, shooed away—like children, sent up the shadowy stairs, packed into bed and commanded to go to sleep—at once—without a murmur!

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Фомина Ксениядәйексөз келтірді1 апта бұрын

At those last words something strange and almost terrifying darted into Bertha’s mind. And this something blind and smiling whispered to her: “Soon these people will go. The house will be quiet—quiet. The lights will be out. And you and he will be alone together in the dark room—the warm bed. . . .” She jumped up from her chair and ran over to the piano.

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Фомина Ксениядәйексөз келтірді1 апта бұрын

And she seemed to see on her eyelids the lovely pear tree with its wide open blossoms as a symbol of her own life.

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Фомина Ксениядәйексөз келтірді1 апта бұрын

Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?

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Фомина Ксениядәйексөз келтірді1 апта бұрын

What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss—absolute bliss!—as though you’d suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle, into every finger and toe? . . .

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Фомина Ксениядәйексөз келтірді1 апта бұрын

“You must forgive me if I am impertinent . . . if I am too frank. But Dick hasn’t tried to disguise it—has he? There is something the matter. Can I help?”

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Фомина Ксениядәйексөз келтірді1 апта бұрын

But Dick was off again. He stared wildly at the cup of tea for a moment, glanced round him, put it down on the bed-table, caught up his hat and stammered at full gallop: “Oh, by the way, do you mind posting a letter for me? I want to get it off by to-night’s post. I must. It’s very urgent. . . .” Feeling her eyes on him, he flung: “It’s to my mother.” To me: “I won’t be long. I’ve got everything I want. But it must go off to-night You don’t mind? It . . . it won’t take any time.”

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Фомина Ксениядәйексөз келтірді1 апта бұрын

It even pulled Dick up. Like someone who has been unconscious for a long long time he turned slowly to Mouse and slowly looked at her with his tired, haggard eyes, and murmured with the echo of his dreamy voice: “Yes. That’s a good idea.” And then: “You must be tired, Mouse. Sit down.”

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автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері Bliss, and Other StoriesKatherine Mansfield

автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері Bliss, and Other Stories
Katherine Mansfield