«Little women» kitabından alıntılar, sayfa 12
...некоторые из лучших и глубоко уважаемых всеми женщин были бедными девушками, но столь достойными любви, что им не позволили остаться старыми девами
There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.
It's past nine, and dark as Egypt.
Старый дом семейства Марчей всегда слыл оплотом добродетели, а за неделю отсутствия миссис Марч добродетелей в нем накопилось столько, что впору открывать торговлю излишками. Девочки вели себя просто как ангелы. Они с таким рвением пытались перещеголять друг друга в деле самопожертвования, точно это стало последним криком моды.
Господь мой, доволен я тем, что имею,
И, много иль мало дано мне судьбой,
Я в мире земном ни о чем не жалею,
Лишь те, кто доволен, пребудут с тобой.
Jo was very tall, thin, and brown, and reminded one of a colt, for she never seemed to know what to do with her long limbs, which were very much in her way. She had a decided mouth, a comical nose, and sharp, gray eyes, which appeared to see everything, and were by turns fierce, funny, or thoughtful. Her long, thick hair was her one beauty, but it was usually bundled into a net, to be out of her way. Round shoulders had Jo, big hands and feet, a flyaway look to her clothes, and the uncomfortable appearance of a girl who was rapidly shooting up into a woman and didn't like
was easier to try for your sakes than for my own.
There never was such a woman for givin' away vittles and drink, clothes and firin',"
Beth's bundle was such a funny one that everybody wanted to laugh, but nobody did, for it would have hurt her feelings very much. "Let us do
You think your temper is the worst in the world, but mine used to be just like it."
