Таинственный сад
XXVII. In The Garden
Whenhermindgraduallyfilleditselfwithrobins,andmoorlandcottagescrowdedwithchildren,withqueercrabbedoldgardenersandcommonlittleYorkshirehousemaids,withspringtimeandwithsecretgardenscomingalivedaybyday,andalsowithamoorboyandhis“creatures,”therewasnoroomleftforthedisagreeablethoughtswhichaffectedherliverandherdigestionandmadeheryellowandtired.
SolongasColinshuthimselfupinhisroomandthoughtonlyofhisfearsandweaknessandhisdetestationofpeoplewholookedathimandreflectedhourlyonhumpsandearlydeath,hewasahystericalhalf-crazylittlehypochondriacwhoknewnothingofthesunshineandthespringandalsodidnotknowthathecouldgetwellandcouldstanduponhisfeetifhetriedtodoit.Whennewbeautifulthoughtsbegantopushouttheoldhideousones,lifebegantocomebacktohim,hisbloodranhealthilythroughhisveinsandstrengthpouredintohimlikeaflood.Hisscientificexperimentwasquitepracticalandsimpleandtherewasnothingweirdaboutitatall.Muchmoresurprisingthingscanhappentoanyonewho,whenadisagreeableordiscouragedthoughtcomesintohismind,justhasthesensetorememberintimeandpushitoutbyputtinginanagreeabledeterminedlycourageousone.Twothingscannotbeinoneplace.
“Whereyoutendarose,mylad,
Athistlecannotgrow.
