автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Ethan Frome

Edith Wharton

she wanted sympathy, not consolation

Bettsbridge and Shadd's Falls

careless powerful look he had, in spite of a lameness checking each step like the jerk of a chain.

but all their intercourse had been made up of just such inarticulate flashes, when they seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods...

But a wet snow, melting to sleet, had fallen in the night and turned the roads to glass.

the air was so still that now and then he heard a lump of snow come thumping down from a tree