Вітер у вербах
Wayfarers All
Talkofshell-fish!Why,sometimesIdreamoftheshell-fishofMarseilles,andwakeupcrying!"
"Thatremindsme,"saidthepoliteWaterRat;"youhappenedtomentionthatyouwerehungry,andIoughttohavespokenearlier.Ofcourse,youwillstopandtakeyourmid-daymealwithme?Myholeiscloseby;itissometimepastnoon,andyouareverywelcometowhateverthereis."
"NowIcallthatkindandbrotherlyofyou,"saidtheSeaRat."IwasindeedhungrywhenIsatdown,andeversinceIinadvertentlyhappenedtomentionshell-fish,mypangshavebeenextreme.Butcouldn’tyoufetchitalongouthere?Iamnonetoofondofgoingunderhatches,unlessI’mobligedto;andthen,whileweeat,IcouldtellyoumoreconcerningmyvoyagesandthepleasantlifeIlead—atleast,itisverypleasanttome,andbyyourattentionIjudgeitcommendsitselftoyou;whereasifwegoindoorsitisahundredtoonethatIshallpresentlyfallasleep."
"Thatisindeedanexcellentsuggestion,"saidtheWaterRat,andhurriedoffhome.Therehegotouttheluncheon-basketandpackedasimplemeal,inwhich,rememberingthestranger’soriginandpreferences,hetookcaretoincludeayardoflongFrenchbread,asausageoutofwhichthegarlicsang,somecheesewhichlaydownandcried,andalong-neckedstraw-coveredflaskwhereinlaybottledsunshineshedandgarneredonfarSouthernslopes.
