Черный тюльпан

Rosa’s Lover

           

           “Rosa,”saidCornelius,growingquitepale.

           “Well?”

           “Itwasnotyouhewasafter.”

           “Whoelse,then?”

           “Itisnotyouthathewasinlovewith!”

           “Butwithwhomelse?”

           “Hewasaftermybulb,andisinlovewithmytulip!”

           “Youdon’tsayso!Andyetitisverypossible,”saidRosa.

           “Willyoumakesureofit?”

           “Inwhatmanner?”

           “Oh,itwouldbeveryeasy!”

           “Tellme.”

           “Goto-morrowintothegarden;managematterssothatJacobmayknow,ashedidthefirsttime,thatyouaregoingthere,andthathemayfollowyou.Feigntoputthebulbintotheground;leavethegarden,butlookthroughthekeyholeofthedoorandwatchhim.”

           “Well,andwhatthen?”

           “Whatthen?Weshalldoashedoes.”

           “Oh!”saidRosa,withasigh,“youareveryfondofyourbulbs.”

           “Totellthetruth,”saidtheprisoner,sighinglikewise,“sinceyourfathercrushedthatunfortunatebulb,Ifeelasifpartofmyownselfhadbeenparalyzed.”

           “Nowjusthearme,”saidRosa;“willyoutrysomethingelse?”

           “What?”

           “Willyouacceptthepropositionofmyfather?”

           “Whichproposition?”

           “Didnotheoffertoyoutulipbulbsbyhundreds?”

           “Indeedhedid.”

           “Accepttwoorthree,and,alongwiththem,youmaygrowthethirdsucker.”

           “Yes,thatwoulddoverywell,”saidCornelius,knittinghisbrow;“ifyourfatherwerealone,butthereisthatMasterJacob,whowatchesallourways.”

           “Well,thatistrue;butonlythink!youaredeprivingyourself,asIcaneasilysee,ofaverygreatpleasure.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 165 из 284