Таинственный сад
XVII. A Tantrum
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Heclosedhiseyesandlayquitestillandsheheldhishandandbegantospeakveryslowlyandinaverylowvoice.
“Ithinkithasbeenleftalonesolong—thatithasgrownallintoalovelytangle.Ithinktheroseshaveclimbedandclimbedandclimbeduntiltheyhangfromthebranchesandwallsandcreepovertheground—almostlikeastrangegraymist.Someofthemhavediedbutmany—arealiveandwhenthesummercomestherewillbecurtainsandfountainsofroses.Ithinkthegroundisfullofdaffodilsandsnowdropsandliliesandirisworkingtheirwayoutofthedark.Nowthespringhasbegun—perhaps—perhaps—”
Thesoftdroneofhervoicewasmakinghimstillerandstillerandshesawitandwenton.
“Perhapstheyarecomingupthroughthegrass—perhapsthereareclustersofpurplecrocusesandgoldones—evennow.Perhapstheleavesarebeginningtobreakoutanduncurl—andperhaps—thegrayischangingandagreengauzeveiliscreeping—andcreepingover—everything.Andthebirdsarecomingtolookatit—becauseitis—sosafeandstill.Andperhaps—perhaps—perhaps—”verysoftlyandslowlyindeed,“therobinhasfoundamate—andisbuildinganest.”
AndColinwasasleep.
