Коллекционер
Chapter 1
"Yououghttoknowbetter,"shesaid,makingfunofme.Thenshesaid,"PleasecomeroundthissideandthenIcangetatthosebeautifulplatesbehindyou."Thereweretwobythedoor."Unlessyou’dliketosmashthemyourself."
Stopit,Isaidagain,that’senough.
Butsuddenlyshecamebehindthesofa,goingfortheplates.Igotbetweenherandthedoor,shetriedtododgeundermyarm;however,Icaughthers.
Thenshesuddenlychanged.
"Letgo,"shesaid,allquiet.OfcourseIdidn’t,Ithoughtshemightbejokingstill.
Butthensuddenlyshesaid,"Letgo,"inanastyvoicethatIdidatonce.Thenshewentandsatdownbythefire.
Afterawhileshesaid,"Getabroom.I’llsweepup."
I’lldoittomorrow.
"Iwanttoclearup."Verymy-lady.
I’lldoit.
"It’syourfault."
Ofcourse.
"You’rethemostperfectspecimenofpetitbourgeoissquarenessI’veevermet."
AmI?
"Yesyouare.Youdespisetherealbourgeoisclassesforalltheirsnobbishnessandtheirsnobbishvoicesandways.Youdo,don’tyou?Yetallyouputintheirplaceisahorridlittlerefusaltohavenastythoughtsordonastythingsorbenastyinanyway.Doyouknowthateverygreatthinginthehistoryofartandeverybeautifulthinginlifeisactuallywhatyoucallnastyorhasbeencausedbyfeelingsthatyouwouldcallnasty?Bypassion,bylove,byhatred,bytruth.Doyouknowthat?"
Idon’tknowwhatyou’retalkingabout,Isaid.
"Yesyoudo.
