Цитаты из книги «David Copperfield», страница 6
Ну и человек! – воскликнула бабушка. – Всегда он ищет какую-то тайную цель! Да моя цель каждому ясна: хочу, чтобы ребенка сделали счастливым и полезным человеком.
Общество молодых девушек, знаете ли, Копперфилд, – замечательная вещь. Оно не совсем согласуется с моей профессией, но все же это замечательная вещь.
Not a thread changes, in the house of the two little bird-like ladies. The clock ticks over the fireplace, the weather-glass hangs in the hall. Neither clock nor weather-glass is ever right; but we believe in both, devoutly.
I was stronger than ever in those tremendous practical resolutions that I felt the crisis required. I continued to walk extremely fast, and to have a general idea that I was getting on. I made it a rule to take as much out of myself as I possibly could, in my way of doing everything to which I applied my energies. I made a perfect victim of myself. I even entertained some idea of putting myself on a vegetable diet, vaguely conceiving that, in becoming a graminivorous animal, I should sacrifice to Dora.
I loved her at that minute to distraction. I should always love her, every minute, to distraction. Lovers had loved before, and lovers would love again; but no lover had loved, might, could, would, or should ever love, as I loved Dora. The more I raved, the more Jip barked. Each of us, in his own way, got more mad every moment.
He solemnly conjured me, I remember, to take warning by his fate; and to observe that if a man had twenty pounds a-year for his income, and spent nineteen pounds nineteen shillings and sixpence, he would be happy, but that if he spent twenty pounds one he would be miserable.
After laying his head on the desk for a little while, he would cheer up, somehow, begin to laugh again, and draw skeletons all over his slate, before his eyes were dry. I used at first to wonder what comfort Traddles found in drawing skeletons; and for some time looked upon him as a sort of hermit, who reminded himself by those symbols of mortality that caning couldn't last for ever. But I believe he only did it because they were easy, and didn't want any features
From that blessed little room, Roderick Random, Peregrine Pickle, Humphrey Clinker, Tom Jones, the Vicar of Wakefield, Don Quixote, Gil Blas, and Robinson Crusoe, came out, a glorious host, to keep me company. They kept alive my fancy, and my hope of something beyond that place and time, - they, and the Arabian Nights, and the Tales of the Genii, - and did me no harm; for whatever harm was in some of them was not there for me; I knew nothing of it.
I don't know why one slight set of impressions should be more particularly associated with a place than another, though I believe this obtains with most people, in reference especially to the associations of their childhood.
– Несомненно, он еще долго проживет. Но если ты хочешь, милый Цветочек, получить собачку, чтобы с ней бегать, я тебе достану другую – Джип уже стар.
– Спасибо, бабушка, – тихо сказала Дора. – Не нужно.
– Не нужно? – переспросила бабушка, снимая очки.
– Кроме Джипа, мне не надо никакой собачки, – сказала Дора. – Это было бы обидно для Джипа. И я не могла бы ни с кем так подружиться, как дружна с ним. Ведь он знал меня еще до того, как я вышла замуж, и залаял на Доди, когда тот в первый раз пришел к нам. Мне кажется, бабушка, я не смогу любить никакой собачки, кроме Джипа.
