-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Чарльз Диккенс
-
- Дэвид Копперфильд
-
- Стр. 244/820
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Time
has
stolen
on
unobserved
,
for
Adams
is
not
the
head
-
boy
in
the
days
that
are
come
now
,
nor
has
he
been
this
many
and
many
a
day
.
Adams
has
left
the
school
so
long
,
that
when
he
comes
back
,
on
a
visit
to
Doctor
Strong
,
there
are
not
many
there
,
besides
myself
,
who
know
him
.
Adams
is
going
to
be
called
to
the
bar
almost
directly
,
and
is
to
be
an
advocate
,
and
to
wear
a
wig
.
I
am
surprised
to
find
him
a
meeker
man
than
I
had
thought
,
and
less
imposing
in
appearance
.
He
has
not
staggered
the
world
yet
,
either
;
for
it
goes
on
(
as
well
as
I
can
make
out
)
pretty
much
the
same
as
if
he
had
never
joined
it
.
A
blank
,
through
which
the
warriors
of
poetry
and
history
march
on
in
stately
hosts
that
seem
to
have
no
end
—
and
what
comes
next
!
I
am
the
head
-
boy
,
now
!
I
look
down
on
the
line
of
boys
below
me
,
with
a
condescending
interest
in
such
of
them
as
bring
to
my
mind
the
boy
I
was
myself
,
when
I
first
came
there
.
That
little
fellow
seems
to
be
no
part
of
me
;
I
remember
him
as
something
left
behind
upon
the
road
of
life
—
as
something
I
have
passed
,
rather
than
have
actually
been
—
and
almost
think
of
him
as
of
someone
else
.
And
the
little
girl
I
saw
on
that
first
day
at
Mr
.
Wickfield
’
s
,
where
is
she
?
Gone
also
.
In
her
stead
,
the
perfect
likeness
of
the
picture
,
a
child
likeness
no
more
,
moves
about
the
house
;
and
Agnes
—
my
sweet
sister
,
as
I
call
her
in
my
thoughts
,
my
counsellor
and
friend
,
the
better
angel
of
the
lives
of
all
who
come
within
her
calm
,
good
,
self
-
denying
influence
—
is
quite
a
woman
.
What
other
changes
have
come
upon
me
,
besides
the
changes
in
my
growth
and
looks
,
and
in
the
knowledge
I
have
garnered
all
this
while
?
I
wear
a
gold
watch
and
chain
,
a
ring
upon
my
little
finger
,
and
a
long
-
tailed
coat
;
and
I
use
a
great
deal
of
bear
’
s
grease
—
which
,
taken
in
conjunction
with
the
ring
,
looks
bad
.
Am
I
in
love
again
?
I
am
.
I
worship
the
eldest
Miss
Larkins
.
The
eldest
Miss
Larkins
is
not
a
little
girl
.
She
is
a
tall
,
dark
,
black
-
eyed
,
fine
figure
of
a
woman
.
The
eldest
Miss
Larkins
is
not
a
chicken
;
for
the
youngest
Miss
Larkins
is
not
that
,
and
the
eldest
must
be
three
or
four
years
older
.
Perhaps
the
eldest
Miss
Larkins
may
be
about
thirty
.
My
passion
for
her
is
beyond
all
bounds
.
The
eldest
Miss
Larkins
knows
officers
.
It
is
an
awful
thing
to
bear
.
I
see
them
speaking
to
her
in
the
street
.
I
see
them
cross
the
way
to
meet
her
,
when
her
bonnet
(
she
has
a
bright
taste
in
bonnets
)
is
seen
coming
down
the
pavement
,
accompanied
by
her
sister
’
s
bonnet
.
She
laughs
and
talks
,
and
seems
to
like
it
.
I
spend
a
good
deal
of
my
own
spare
time
in
walking
up
and
down
to
meet
her
.
If
I
can
bow
to
her
once
in
the
day
(
I
know
her
to
bow
to
,
knowing
Mr
.
Larkins
)
,
I
am
happier
.
I
deserve
a
bow
now
and
then
.
The
raging
agonies
I
suffer
on
the
night
of
the
Race
Ball
,
where
I
know
the
eldest
Miss
Larkins
will
be
dancing
with
the
military
,
ought
to
have
some
compensation
,
if
there
be
even
-
handed
justice
in
the
world
.
My
passion
takes
away
my
appetite
,
and
makes
me
wear
my
newest
silk
neckerchief
continually
.
I
have
no
relief
but
in
putting
on
my
best
clothes
,
and
having
my
boots
cleaned
over
and
over
again
.
I
seem
,
then
,
to
be
worthier
of
the
eldest
Miss
Larkins
.
Everything
that
belongs
to
her
,
or
is
connected
with
her
,
is
precious
to
me
.
Mr
.
Larkins
(
a
gruff
old
gentleman
with
a
double
chin
,
and
one
of
his
eyes
immovable
in
his
head
)
is
fraught
with
interest
to
me
.
When
I
can
’
t
meet
his
daughter
,
I
go
where
I
am
likely
to
meet
him
.
To
say
‘
How
do
you
do
,
Mr
.
Larkins
?
Are
the
young
ladies
and
all
the
family
quite
well
?
’
seems
so
pointed
,
that
I
blush
.
I
think
continually
about
my
age
.
Say
I
am
seventeen
,
and
say
that
seventeen
is
young
for
the
eldest
Miss
Larkins
,
what
of
that
?
Besides
,
I
shall
be
one
-
and
-
twenty
in
no
time
almost
.
I
regularly
take
walks
outside
Mr
.
Larkins
’
s
house
in
the
evening
,
though
it
cuts
me
to
the
heart
to
see
the
officers
go
in
,
or
to
hear
them
up
in
the
drawing
-
room
,
where
the
eldest
Miss
Larkins
plays
the
harp
.
I
even
walk
,
on
two
or
three
occasions
,
in
a
sickly
,
spoony
manner
,
round
and
round
the
house
after
the
family
are
gone
to
bed
,
wondering
which
is
the
eldest
Miss
Larkins
’
s
chamber
(
and
pitching
,
I
dare
say
now
,
on
Mr
.
Larkins
’
s
instead
)
;
wishing
that
a
fire
would
burst
out
;
that
the
assembled
crowd
would
stand
appalled
;
that
I
,
dashing
through
them
with
a
ladder
,
might
rear
it
against
her
window
,
save
her
in
my
arms
,
go
back
for
something
she
had
left
behind
,
and
perish
in
the
flames
.
For
I
am
generally
disinterested
in
my
love
,
and
think
I
could
be
content
to
make
a
figure
before
Miss
Larkins
,
and
expire
.
