Принц и нищий
The Prince with the Tramps
Hewasfreeofthebondsofservitudeandcrime,freeofthecompanionshipofbaseandbrutaloutlaws;hewaswarm;hewassheltered;inaword,hewashappy.Thenightwindwasrising;itsweptbyinfitfulguststhatmadetheoldbarnquakeandrattle,thenitsforcesdieddownatintervals,andwentmoaningandwailingaroundcornersandprojections—butitwasallmusictotheKing,nowthathewassnugandcomfortable:letitblowandrage,letitbatterandbang,letitmoanandwail,hemindeditnot,heonlyenjoyedit.Hemerelysnuggledtheclosertohisfriend,inaluxuryofwarmcontentment,anddriftedblissfullyoutofconsciousnessintoadeepanddreamlesssleepthatwasfullofserenityandpeace.Thedistantdogshowled,themelancholykinecomplained,andthewindswentonraging,whilstfurioussheetsofraindrovealongtheroof;buttheMajestyofEnglandslepton,undisturbed,andthecalfdidthesame,itbeingasimplecreature,andnoteasilytroubledbystormsorembarrassedbysleepingwithaking.
