Мартин Иден

Chapter 11

           Onethinghelearned,afterhehadreadheranumberofstories,namely,thatshelikedhappyendings. 

           "Thatstorywasperfectlygrand,"sheannounced,straighteningupfromthewash-tubwithatiredsighandwipingthesweatfromherforeheadwithared,steamyhand; "butitmakesmesad. Iwanttocry. Thereistoomanysadthingsintheworldanyway. Itmakesmehappytothinkabouthappythings. Nowifhe’dmarriedher,andYoudon’tmind,Mart?"shequeriedapprehensively. "Ijusthappentofeelthatway,becauseI’mtired,Iguess. Butthestorywasgrandjustthesame,perfectlygrand. Whereareyougoin’tosellit?" 

           "That’sahorseofanothercolor,"helaughed. 

           "Butifyoudidsellit,whatdoyouthinkyou’dgetforit?" 

           "Oh,ahundreddollars. Thatwouldbetheleast,thewaypricesgo." 

           "My! Idohopeyou’llsellit!" 

           "Easymoney,eh?" Thenheaddedproudly:"Iwroteitintwodays. That’sfiftydollarsaday." 

           HelongedtoreadhisstoriestoRuth,butdidnotdare. Hewouldwaittillsomewerepublished,hedecided,thenshewouldunderstandwhathehadbeenworkingfor. Inthemeantimehetoiledon. Neverhadthespiritofadventureluredhimmorestronglythanonthisamazingexplorationoftherealmofmind. Heboughtthetext-booksonphysicsandchemistry,and,alongwithhisalgebra,workedoutproblemsanddemonstrations. 

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