-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Фрэнсис Скотт Фицджеральд
-
- Ночь нежна
-
- Стр. 275/351
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
All
goes
smooth
domestically
.
But
my
God
,
Franz
,
we
had
a
rotten
scene
this
morning
.
"
"
How
?
What
was
it
?
"
Dick
walked
around
the
room
while
Franz
got
in
touch
with
his
villa
by
telephone
.
After
the
family
exchange
was
over
,
Dick
said
:
"
The
Morris
boy
was
taken
away
—
there
was
a
row
.
"
Franz
’
s
buoyant
face
fell
.
"
I
knew
he
’
d
left
.
I
met
Ladislau
on
the
veranda
.
"
"
What
did
Ladislau
say
?
"
"
Just
that
young
Morris
had
gone
—
that
you
’
d
tell
me
about
it
.
What
about
it
?
"
"
The
usual
incoherent
reasons
.
"
"
He
was
a
devil
,
that
boy
.
"
"
He
was
a
case
for
anesthesia
,
"
Dick
agreed
.
"
Anyhow
,
the
father
had
beaten
Ladislau
into
a
colonial
subject
by
the
time
I
came
along
.
What
about
Ladislau
?
Do
we
keep
him
?
I
say
no
—
he
’
s
not
much
of
a
man
,
he
can
’
t
seem
to
cope
with
anything
.
"
Dick
hesitated
on
the
verge
of
the
truth
,
swung
away
to
give
himself
space
within
which
to
recapitulate
.
Franz
perched
on
the
edge
of
a
desk
,
still
in
his
linen
duster
and
travelling
gloves
.
Dick
said
:
