Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter VI
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Thecarriagerolledondownthestatelyavenueunderthebeautiful,broad-branchedtrees,throughthespacesofgreenshadeandlanesofgoldensunlight.Fauntleroysawagainthelovelyplaceswherethefernsgrewhighandthebluebellsswayedinthebreeze;hesawthedeer,standingorlyinginthedeepgrass,turntheirlarge,startledeyesasthecarriagepassed,andcaughtglimpsesofthebrownrabbitsastheyscurriedaway.Heheardthewhirofthepartridgesandthecallsandsongsofthebirds,anditallseemedevenmorebeautifultohimthanbefore.Allhisheartwasfilledwithpleasureandhappinessinthebeautythatwasoneveryside.ButtheoldEarlsawandheardverydifferentthings,thoughhewasapparentlylookingouttoo.Hesawalonglife,inwhichtherehadbeenneithergenerousdeedsnorkindthoughts;hesawyearsinwhichamanwhohadbeenyoungandstrongandrichandpowerfulhadusedhisyouthandstrengthandwealthandpoweronlytopleasehimselfandkilltimeasthedaysandyearssucceededeachother;hesawthisman,whenthetimehadbeenkilledandoldagehadcome,solitaryandwithoutrealfriendsinthemidstofallhissplendidwealth;hesawpeoplewhodislikedorfearedhim,andpeoplewhowouldflatterandcringetohim,butnoonewhoreallycaredwhetherhelivedordied,unlesstheyhadsomethingtogainorlosebyit.Helookedoutonthebroadacreswhichbelongedtohim,andheknewwhatFauntleroydidnot—howfartheyextended,whatwealththeyrepresented,andhowmanypeoplehadhomesontheirsoil.
