Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Vanishing Glass
TheDursleysoftenspokeaboutHarrylikethis, asthoughhewasn’tthere —orrather,asthoughhewassomethingverynasty thatcouldn’tunderstandthem,likeaslug.
"Whataboutwhat’s-her-name, yourfriend—Yvonne?"
"OnvacationinMajorca,"snappedAuntPetunia.
"Youcouldjustleavemehere," Harryputinhopefully (he’dbeabletowatchwhathewantedontelevisionforachange andmaybeevenhaveagoonDudley’scomputer).
AuntPetunialooked asthoughshe’djustswallowedalemon.
"Andcomebackandfindthehouseinruins?" shesnarled.
"Iwon’tblowupthehouse,"saidHarry, buttheyweren’tlistening.
"Isupposewecouldtakehimtothezoo,"saidAuntPetuniaslowly, "...andleavehiminthecar..."
"Thatcar’snew, he’snotsittinginitalone..."
Dudleybegantocryloudly. Infact,hewasn’treallycrying —ithadbeenyearssincehe’dreallycried —butheknewthatifhescreweduphisfaceandwailed, hismotherwouldgivehimanythinghewanted.
"DinkyDuddydums,don’tcry, Mummywon’tlethimspoilyourspecialday!" shecried,flingingherarmsaroundhim.
"I...don’t...want...him...t-t-tocome!" Dudleyyelledbetweenhuge,pretendsobs. "Healwayssp-spoilseverything!" HeshotHarryanastygrinthroughthegapinhismother’sarms.
