Маленькие женщины

Meg Goes to Vanity Fair

           "Howabsurdofyou!Thegirlsdressedmeupforfun,andIratherlikeit.Wouldn’tJostareifshesawme?"saidMeg,bentonmakinghimsaywhetherhethoughtherimprovedornot.

           "Yes,Ithinkshewould,"returnedLauriegravely.

           "Don’tyoulikemeso?"askedMeg.

           "No,Idon’t,"wasthebluntreply.

           "Whynot?"inananxioustone.

           Heglancedatherfrizzledhead,bareshoulders,andfantasticallytrimmeddresswithanexpressionthatabashedhermorethanhisanswer,whichhadnotaparticleofhisusualpolitenessinit.

           "Idon’tlikefussandfeathers."

           Thatwasaltogethertoomuchfromaladyoungerthanherself,andMegwalkedaway,sayingpetulantly,"YouaretherudestboyIeversaw."

           Feelingverymuchruffled,shewentandstoodataquietwindowtocoolhercheeks,forthetightdressgaveheranuncomfortablybrilliantcolor.Asshestoodthere,MajorLincolnpassedby,andaminuteaftersheheardhimsayingtohismother...

           "Theyaremakingafoolofthatlittlegirl.Iwantedyoutoseeher,buttheyhavespoiledherentirely.She’snothingbutadolltonight."

           "Oh,dear!"sighedMeg."IwishI’dbeensensibleandwornmyownthings,thenIshouldnothavedisgustedotherpeople,orfeltsouncomfortableandashamedofmyself."

           Sheleanedherforeheadonthecoolpane,andstoodhalfhiddenbythecurtains,nevermindingthatherfavoritewaltzhadbegun,tillsomeonetouchedher,andturning,shesawLaurie,lookingpenitent,ashesaid,withhisverybestbowandhishandout...

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