Мартин Иден

Chapter 17

           Helookedit. Indomitable,neverresting,fightingforsecondsandminutesallweek,circumventingdelaysandcrushingdownobstacles,afountofresistlessenergy,ahigh-drivenhumanmotor,ademonforwork,nowthathehadaccomplishedtheweek’staskhewasinastateofcollapse. Hewaswornandhaggard,andhishandsomefacedroopedinleanexhaustion. Hepulledhiscigarettespiritlessly,andhisvoicewaspeculiarlydeadandmonotonous. Allthesnapandfirehadgoneoutofhim. Histriumphseemedasorryone. 

           "An’nextweekwegottodoitalloveragain,"hesaidsadly. "An’what’sthegoodofitall,hey? SometimesIwishIwasahobo. Theydon’twork,an’theygettheirlivin’. Gee! IwishIhadaglassofbeer; butIcan’tgetupthegumptiontogodowntothevillagean’getit. You’llstayover,an’sendyourbooksdawnbyexpress,orelseyou’readamnfool." 

           "ButwhatcanIdoherealldaySunday?"Martinasked. 

           "Rest. Youdon’tknowhowtiredyouare. Why,I’mthattiredSundayIcan’tevenreadthepapers. Iwassickoncetyphoid. Inthehospitaltwomonthsan’ahalf. Didn’tdoatapofworkallthattime. Itwasbeautiful." 

           "Itwasbeautiful,"herepeateddreamily,aminutelater. 

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