Учебно-методическое пособие для факультативных занятий по английскому языку. Таганрог: Изд-во тти, 2013. 200 с
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I found it at the back of our communal drawer — the ideas-bank, do you remember? I thought I'd taken all my stuff away, but there it was between the leaves of the, story you started that heavenly summer, and never finished at Napoule. 6 Now I'm rambling on when all I really wanted to say was: Be happy, both of you. Love, Josephine Carter handed the letter to Julia and said, "It could have been worse." "But would she like me to read it?" "Oh, it's meant for both of us." Again he thought how wonderful it was to have no secrets. There had been so many secrets during the last ten years, even innocent secrets, for fear of misunderstanding, or Josephine's rage or silence. Now he had no fear of anything at all: he could have trusted even a guilty secret to Julia's sympathy and comprehension. He said, "I was a fool not to show you the letter yesterday. I'll never do anything like that again." He tried to recall Spenser's 7 line — Port after stormie seas. When Julia had finished reading the letter she said, "I think she's a wonderful woman. How very, very sweet of her to write like that. You know I was — only now and then of course — just a little bit worried about her. After all I wouldn't like to lose you after ten years." When they were in the taxi going back to Athens she said, "Were you very happy at Napoule?" "Yes. I suppose so. I don't remember. It wasn't like this." With the antennae 8 of a lover he could feel her moving away from him, though their shoulders still touched. The sun was bright on the road from Sunium, the warm sleepy loving siesta lay ahead, and yet... "Is anything the matter, darling?" he asked. "Not really ... It's only . . . do you think one day you'll say the same about Athens as about Napoule, 'I don't remember, it wasn't like this.'" "What a dear fool you are," he said and kissed her. "You aren't really a cold man, are you?" she asked, and he knew that all was right again. It was Josephine's fault that — momentarily — there had been a small division. 159 When they got out of bed to have supper, she said, "We must write to Josephine." "Oh no!" "Darling, I know how you feel, but really it was a wonderful letter." "A picture postcard then." So they agreed on that. Suddenly it was autumn when they arrived back in London—if not winter already, for there was ice in the rain falling on the tarmac 9 and they had quite forgotten how early the lights came on at home—passing Gillette and Lucozade and Smith's Crisps, and no view of the Parthenon anywhere. The BOAC 10 posters seemed more than usually sad — BOAC takes you there and brings you back. We'll put on all the electric fires as soon as we get in," Carter said, "and it will be warm in no time at all." But when they opened the door of the apartment they found the fires were already alight. Little glows greeted them in the twilight from the depths of ihe living room and the bedroom. "Some fairy has done this," Julia said. "Not a fairy of any kind," Carter said. He had already seen the envelope on the mantelpiece addressed in black ink to Mrs. Carter. Julia read it aloud. Dear Julia, You won’t mind my catling you Julia, will you? I feel we have so much in common, having loved the same man. Today was so icy-cold that I could not help thinking of how you two were returning from the sun and the warmth to a cold flat. ( I know how cold the flat can be. I used to catch a chill every year when we came back from the South of France.) So I’ve done a very presumptuous thing. I’ve slipped in and put on the fires, but to show you that I’11 never do such a thing again I’ve hidden my key under the mat outside the front door. That's just in case your plane is held up in Rome or somewhere. I’11 telephone the airport and if by some unlikely chance you haven't arrived, I’ll come back and turn out the fires for safety (and economy! the rates are awful). Wishing you a very warm evening in your new home, Love from Josephine P. S. I did notice that the coffee jar was empty, so I've left a packet of Blue Mountain in the kitchen. It's the only coffee Philip really cares for." 160 "Well," Julia said laughing, "she does think of everything." "I wish she'd just leave us alone," Carter said. "We wouldn't be warm like this, and we wouldn't have any coffee for breakfast." "I feel that she's lurking about the place and she'll walk in any moment. Just when I'm kissing you." He kissed Julia with one careful eye on the door. "You are a bit unfair, darling. After all, she's left her key under the mat." "She might have had a duplicate made." She closed his mouth with another kiss. He enjoyed marriage. So much that he blamed himself for not having married before, forgetting that in that case he would have been married to Josephine. He found Julia, who had no work of her own, almost miraculously available. There was no maid to mar their relationship with habits. As they were always together, at cocktail жүктеу/скачать 1,77 Mb. Достарыңызбен бөлісу:
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