Маленькие женщины

Harvest Time

           "Fritzisgettinggrayandstout.I’mgrowingasthinasashadow,andamthirty.Wenevershallberich,andPlumfieldmayburnupanynight,forthatincorrigibleTommyBangswillsmokesweet-ferncigarsunderthebed-clothes,thoughhe’ssethimselfafirethreetimesalready.Butinspiteoftheseunromanticfacts,Ihavenothingtocomplainof,andneverwassojollyinmylife.Excusetheremark,butlivingamongboys,Ican’thelpusingtheirexpressionsnowandthen."

           "Yes,Jo,Ithinkyourharvestwillbeagoodone,"beganMrs.March,frighteningawayabigblackcricketthatwasstaringTeddyoutofcountenance.

           "Nothalfsogoodasyours,Mother.Hereitis,andwenevercanthankyouenoughforthepatientsowingandreapingyouhavedone,"criedJo,withthelovingimpetuositywhichsheneverwouldoutgrow.

           "Ihopetherewillbemorewheatandfewertareseveryyear,"saidAmysoftly.

           "Alargesheaf,butIknowthere’sroominyourheartforit,Marmeedear,"addedMeg’stendervoice.

           Touchedtotheheart,Mrs.Marchcouldonlystretchoutherarms,asiftogatherchildrenandgrandchildrentoherself,andsay,withfaceandvoicefullofmotherlylove,gratitude,andhumility...

           "Oh,mygirls,howeverlongyoumaylive,Inevercanwishyouagreaterhappinessthanthis!"

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