Портрет художника в юності

Chapter 1

           ItwasWellswhohadshoulderedhimintothesquareditchthedaybeforebecausehewouldnotswophislittlesnuffboxforWells’sseasonedhackingchestnut,theconquerorofforty.Itwasameanthingtodo;allthefellowssaiditwas.Andhowcoldandslimythewaterhadbeen!Andafellowhadonceseenabigratjumpplopintothescum.

           Thecoldslimeoftheditchcoveredhiswholebody;and,whenthebellrangforstudyandthelinesfiledoutoftheplayrooms,hefeltthecoldairofthecorridorandstaircaseinsidehisclothes.Hestilltriedtothinkwhatwastherightanswer.Wasitrighttokisshismotherorwrongtokisshismother?Whatdidthatmean,tokiss?Youputyourfaceuplikethattosaygoodnightandthenhismotherputherfacedown.Thatwastokiss.Hismotherputherlipsonhischeek;herlipsweresoftandtheywettedhischeek;andtheymadeatinylittlenoise:kiss.Whydidpeopledothatwiththeirtwofaces?

           Sittinginthestudyhallheopenedthelidofhisdeskandchangedthenumberpastedupinsidefromseventy-seventoseventy-six.ButtheChristmasvacationwasveryfaraway:butonetimeitwouldcomebecausetheearthmovedroundalways.

           Therewasapictureoftheearthonthefirstpageofhisgeography:abigballinthemiddleofclouds.Fleminghadaboxofcrayonsandonenightduringfreestudyhehadcolouredtheearthgreenandthecloudsmaroon.

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