The Wonderful Wizard of Oz / Волшебник из страны Оз. Книга для чтения на английском языке. Лаймен Фрэнк Баум

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz / Волшебник из страны Оз. Книга для чтения на английском языке - Лаймен Фрэнк Баум


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about family ties. That does happen[45], you know.’

      ‘I suppose it does,’ said David slowly.

      ‘He’s an old man and he’s lonely.’

      He gave her a quick look. ‘You want me to go, don’t you, Hilda?’

      She said slowly: ‘It seems a pity – not to answer an appeal. I’m old-fashioned, I dare say, but why not have peace and goodwill at Christmas time?’

      ‘After all I’ve told you?’

      ‘I know, dear, I know. But all that’s in the past. It’s all done and finished with.’

      ‘Not for me.’

      ‘No, because you won’t let it die. You keep the past alive in your own mind.’

      ‘I can’t forget.’

      ‘You won’t forget – that’s what you mean, David.’

      His mouth set in a firm line. ‘We’re like that, we Lees. We remember things for years – brood about them, keep memory green[46].’

      Hilda said with a touch of impatience: ‘Is that anything to be proud of?[47] I do not think so!’

      He looked thoughtfully at her, a touch of reserve in his manner.

      He said: ‘You don’t attach much value to loyalty, then – loyalty to a memory?’

      Hilda said: ‘I believe the present matters – not the past! The past must go. If we seek to keep the past alive, we end, I think, by distorting it. We see it in exaggerated terms – a false perspective.’

      ‘I can remember every word and every incident of those days perfectly,’ said David passionately.

      ‘Yes, but you shouldn’t, my dear! It isn’t natural to do so! You’re applying the judgment of a boy to those days instead of looking back on them with the more temperate outlook of a man.’

      ‘What difference would that make?’ demanded David.

      Hilda hesitated. She was aware of unwisdom in going on, and yet there were things she badly wanted to say.

      ‘I think,’ she said, ‘that you’re seeing your father as a bogy! Probably, if you were to see him now, you would realize that he was only a very ordinary man; a man, perhaps, whose passions ran away with him, a man whose life was far from blameless, but nevertheless merely a man – not a kind of inhuman monster!’

      ‘You don’t understand! His treatment of my mother – ’

      Hilda said gravely: ‘There is a certain kind of meekness – of submission – brings out the worst in a man – whereas that same man, faced by spirit and determination, might be a different creature!’

      ‘So you say it was her fault – ’

      Hilda interrupted him. ‘No, of course I don’t! I’ve no doubt your father treated your mother very badly indeed, but marriage is an extraordinary thing – and I doubt if any outsider – even a child of the marriage – has the right to judge. Besides, all this resentment on your part now cannot help your mother. It is all gone – it is behind you! What is left now is an old man, in feeble health, asking his son to come home for Christmas.’

      ‘And you want me to go?’

      Hilda hesitated, then she suddenly made up her mind. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I do. I want you to go and lay the bogy once and for all[48].’

      V

      George Lee, M.P.[49] for Westeringham, was a somewhat corpulent gentleman of forty-one. His eyes were pale blue and slightly prominent with a suspicious expression, he had a heavy jowl, and a slow pedantic utterance.

      He said now in a weighty manner: ‘I have told you, Magdalene, that I think it my duty to go.’

      His wife shrugged her shoulders impatiently.

      She was a slender creature, a platinum blonde with plucked eyebrows and a smooth egg-like face. It could, on occasions, look quite blank and devoid of any expression whatever. She was looking like that now.

      ‘Darling,’ she said, ‘it will be perfectly grim, I am sure of it.’

      ‘Moreover,’ said George Lee, and his face lit up as an attractive idea occurred to him, ‘it will enable us to save considerably[50]. Christmas is always an expensive time. We can put the servants on board wages[51].’

      ‘Oh, well!’ said Magdalene. ‘After all, Christmas is pretty grim anywhere!’

      ‘I suppose,’ said George, pursuing his own line of thought, ‘they will expect to have a Christmas dinner? A nice piece of beef, perhaps, instead of a turkey.’

      ‘Who? The servants? Oh, George, don’t fuss so. You’re always worrying about money.’

      ‘Somebody has to worry,’ said George.

      ‘Yes, but it’s absurd to pinch and scrape[52] in all these little ways. Why don’t you make your father give you some more money?’

      ‘He already gives me a very handsome allowance[53].’

      ‘It’s awful to be completely dependent on your father, as you are! He ought to settle some money on you outright.’

      ‘That’s not his way of doing things.’

      Magdalene looked at him. Her hazel eyes were suddenly sharp and keen. The expressionless egg-like face showed sudden meaning.

      ‘He’s frightfully rich, isn’t he, George? A kind of millionaire, isn’t he?’

      ‘A millionaire twice over, I believe.’

      Magdalene gave an envious sigh. ‘How did he make it all? South Africa, wasn’t it?’

      ‘Yes, he made a big fortune there in his early days. Mainly diamonds.’

      ‘Thrilling!’ said Magdalene.

      ‘Then he came to England and started in business and his fortune has actually doubled or trebled itself[54], I believe.’

      ‘What will happen when he dies?’ asked Magdalene.

      ‘Father’s never said much on the subject. Of course one can’t exactly ask. I should imagine that the bulk of his money will go to Alfred and myself. Alfred, of course, will get the larger share.’

      ‘You’ve got other brothers, haven’t you?’

      ‘Yes, there’s my brother David. I don’t fancy he will get much. He went off to do art or some tomfoolery of that kind. I believe Father warned him that he would cut him out of his will[55] and David said he didn’t care.’

      ‘How silly!’ said Magdalene with scorn.

      ‘There was my sister Jennifer too. She went off with a foreigner – a Spanish artist – one of David’s friends. But she died just over a year ago. She left a daughter, I believe. Father might leave a little money to her, but nothing much. And of course there’s Harry – ’

      He stopped, slightly embarrassed.

      ‘Harry?’ said Magdalene, surprised. ‘Who is Harry?’

      ‘Ah – er – my brother.’

      ‘I never knew you had another brother.’

      ‘My dear, he wasn’t a great – er – credit – to us[56]. We don’t


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<p>45</p>

That does happen – (разг.) Такое иногда случается

<p>46</p>

keep memory green – (разг.) ничего не забываем

<p>47</p>

Is that anything to be proud of? – (разг.) Нашел чем гордиться!

<p>48</p>

once and for all – (разг.) раз и навсегда

<p>49</p>

M.P. – сокр. от Member of Parliament, член парламента

<p>50</p>

it will enable us to save considerably – (разг.) мы сможем хорошо сэкономить

<p>51</p>

put the servants on board wages – (разг.) платить слугам только за проживание и стол

<p>52</p>

to pinch and scrape – (разг.) ограничивать себя и экономить на всем

<p>53</p>

gives me a very handsome allowance – (разг.) платит мне приличное содержание

<p>54</p>

doubled or trebled itself – (разг.) удвоилось или даже утроилось

<p>55</p>

would cut him out of his will – (разг.) вычеркнет его из завещания

<p>56</p>

wasn’t a great – er – credit – to us – (разг.) не делал чести нашей семье