Граф Монте-Кристо

How a Gardener May Get Rid of the Dormice that Eat His Peaches

           

           "Themanatthetelegraph,"saidhe,"musteitherengageagardenerordevotehimselfpassionatelytoagriculture."Suddenlyhestruckagainstsomethingcrouchingbehindawheelbarrowfilledwithleaves;thesomethingrose,utteringanexclamationofastonishment,andMonteCristofoundhimselffacingamanaboutfiftyyearsold,whowaspluckingstrawberries,whichhewasplacingupongrapeleaves.Hehadtwelveleavesandaboutasmanystrawberries,which,onrisingsuddenly,heletfallfromhishand."Youaregatheringyourcrop,sir?"saidMonteCristo,smiling.

           "Excuseme,sir,"repliedtheman,raisinghishandtohiscap;"Iamnotupthere,Iknow,butIhaveonlyjustcomedown."

           "Donotletmeinterferewithyouinanything,myfriend,"saidthecount;"gatheryourstrawberries,if,indeed,thereareanyleft."

           "Ihavetenleft,"saidtheman,"forhereareeleven,andIhadtwenty-one,fivemorethanlastyear.ButIamnotsurprised;thespringhasbeenwarmthisyear,andstrawberriesrequireheat,sir.Thisisthereasonthat,insteadofthesixteenIhadlastyear,Ihavethisyear,yousee,eleven,alreadypluckedtwelve,thirteen,fourteen,fifteen,sixteen,seventeen,eighteen.Ah,Imissthree,theywereherelastnight,sirIamsuretheywerehereIcountedthem.ItmustbetheMereSimon’ssonwhohasstolenthem;Isawhimstrollingaboutherethismorning.Ah,theyoungrascalstealinginagardenhedoesnotknowwherethatmayleadhimto.

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