Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 1
"Idon’tknowasingle——"
"YoumustknowGatsby."
"Gatsby?"demandedDaisy."WhatGatsby?"
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyneighbordinnerwasannounced;wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromtheroomasthoughheweremovingacheckertoanothersquare.
Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,thetwoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoarosy-coloredporch,opentowardthesunset,wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.
"Whycandles?"objectedDaisy,frowning.Shesnappedthemoutwithherfingers."Intwoweeksit’llbethelongestdayintheyear."Shelookedatusallradiantly."Doyoualwayswatchforthelongestdayoftheyearandthenmissit?Ialwayswatchforthelongestdayintheyearandthenmissit."
"Weoughttoplansomething,"yawnedMissBaker,sittingdownatthetableasifsheweregettingintobed.
"Allright,"saidDaisy."What’llweplan?"Sheturnedtomehelplessly:"Whatdopeopleplan?"
BeforeIcouldanswerhereyesfastenedwithanawedexpressiononherlittlefinger.
"Look!"shecomplained;"Ihurtit."
Wealllooked—theknucklewasblackandblue.
"Youdidit,Tom,"shesaidaccusingly."Iknowyoudidn’tmeanto,butyoudiddoit.
