Рождественская история
Chapter 5
‘There’sthesaucepanthatthegruelwasin,’criedScrooge,startingoffagain,andgoingroundthefireplace.‘There’sthedoor,bywhichtheGhostofJacobMarleyentered.There’sthecornerwheretheGhostofChristmasPresent,sat.There’sthewindowwhereIsawthewanderingSpirits.It’sallright,it’salltrue,itallhappened!Hahaha!’
Really,foramanwhohadbeenoutofpracticeforsomanyyears,itwasasplendidlaugh,amostillustriouslaugh.Thefatherofalong,longlineofbrilliantlaughs.
‘Idon’tknowwhatdayofthemonthitis,’saidScrooge.‘Idon’tknowhowlongI’vebeenamongtheSpirits.Idon’tknowanything.I’mquiteababy!Nevermind.Idon’tcare.I’dratherbeababy!Hallo!Whoop!Hallohere!’
Hewascheckedinhistransportsbythechurchesringingoutthelustiestpealshehadeverheard.Clash,clang,hammer;ding,dong,bell!Bell,dong,ding;hammer,clang,clash.Oh,glorious,glorious.
Runningtothewindow,heopenedit,andputouthishead.Nofog,nomist;clear,bright,jovial,stirring,cold;cold,pipingforthebloodtodanceto;Goldensunlight;Heavenlysky;sweetfreshair;merrybells.Oh,glorious.Glorious.
‘What’sto-day?’criedScrooge,callingdownwardtoaboyinSundayclothes,whoperhapshadloiteredintolookabouthim.
‘Eh?’returnedtheboy,withallhismightofwonder.
‘What’sto-day,myfinefellow?’saidScrooge.
‘To-day?’repliedtheboy.‘Why,ChristmasDay!’
‘It’sChristmasDay!’saidScroogetohimself.
