автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Canterville Ghost

Oscar Wilde

was frightened into a fit

the sky became suddenly overcast with clouds

Now and then they heard a wood-pigeon brooding over its own sweet voice, or saw, deep in the rustling fern, the burnished breast of the pheasant.

he air was delicate with the scent of the pinewoods

winning by a length and a half

lithe and lovely as a fawn

resisted the overtures of your enterprising impresarios

amount of animal spirits

lack velvet band

strip of yellow linen,