«Peter Pan» kitabından alıntılar, sayfa 10
Вот галстук — так он не завязывается! Видишь ли, он желает завязываться только на спинке кровати. Двадцать раз я пробовал, и двадцать раз он завязывался. А вокруг шеи не желает. Отказывается!
"Can anything harm us, mother, after the night - lights are lit?"
" Nothing, precious," she said; "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children."
"I don't suppose," Tootles said diffidently, "that I could be father."
"No, Tootles."
Once Tootles began, which was not very often, he had a silly way of going on.
"As I can't be father," he said heavily, "I don't suppose, Michael, you would let me be baby?"
"No, I won't," Michael rapped out. He was already in his basket.
"As I can't be baby," Tootles said, getting heavier and heavier and heavier, "do you think I could be a
twin?"
"No, indeed," replied the twins; "it's awfully difficult to be a twin."
"As I can't be anything important," said Tootles, "would any of you like to see me do a trick?"
"No," they all replied.
Then at last he stopped. "I hadn't really any hope," he said.
"Hullo, Wendy," he said, not noticing any difference, for he was thinking chiefly of himself; and in the dim light her white dress might have been the nightgown in which he had seen her first."Hullo, Peter," she replied faintly, squeezing herself as small as possible. Something inside her was crying "Woman, Woman, let go of me."
Others [pirates] hid in dark recesses, where they were found by Slightly, who did not fight, but ran about with a lantern which he flashed in their faces, so that they were half blinded and fell as an easy prey to the reeking swords of the other boys. There was little sound to be heard but the clang of weapons, an occasional screech or splash, and Slightly monotonously counting--five--six--seven--eight--nine-- ten--eleven.
There was not a porthole on the grimy glass of which you might not have written with your finger "Dirty pig"; and she [Wendy] had already written it on several.
Even Slightly tried to tell a story that night, but the beginning was so fearfully dull that it appalled not only the others but himself, and he said happily:
“Yes, it is a dull beginning. I say, let us pretend that it is the end.”
In fanciful stories people can talk to the birds freely. <...> Well, not only could Peter and the Never bird not understand each other, but they forgot their manners.
<...>
The Never bird became irritated; they have very short tempers.
"You dunderheaded little jay," she screamed, "Why don't you do as I tell you?"
Peter felt that she was calling him names, and at a venture he retorted hotly:
"So are you!"
Then rather curiously they both snapped out the same remark:
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
It was then, but not till then, that his proud spirit broke. saw his men draw back from him.
"Have we been captained all this time by a codfish!" they muttered. "It is lowering to our pride."
<...>
He felt his ego slipping from him. "Don't desert me, bully," he whispered hoarsely to it. In his dark nature there was a touch of the feminine, as in all the great pirates, and it sometimes gave him intuitions.
"What's a mother?" asked the ignorant Smee. Wendy was so shocked that she exclaimed. "He doesn't know!" and always after this she felt that if you could have a pet pirate Smee would be her one.
