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8. The Musicker
SoasIbreathetolive,youknow,
IsqueezeoutmusicasIgo;
I’mverysorrythisisso—
Forgivemypiping,pray!
"Poorman,"saidPolychrome;"hecan’thelpit.Whatagreatmisfortuneitis!"
"Yes,"repliedtheshaggyman;"weareonlyobligedtohearthismusicashorttime,untilweleavehimandgoaway;butthepoorfellowmustlistentohimselfaslongashelives,andthatisenoughtodrivehimcrazy.Don’tyouthinkso?"
"Don’tknow,"saidButton-Bright.Totosaid,"Bow-wow!"andtheotherslaughed.
"Perhapsthat’swhyhelivesallalone,"suggestedDorothy.
"Yes;ifhehadneighbors,theymightdohimaninjury,"respondedtheshaggyman.
Allthiswhilethelittlefatmusickerwasbreathingthenotes:
Tiddle-tiddle-iddle,oom,pom-pom,
andtheyhadtospeakloudinordertohearthemselves.Theshaggymansaid:
"Whoareyou,sir?"
Thereplycameintheshapeofthissing-song:
I’mAllegrodaCapo,averyfamousman;
Justfindanother,highorlow,tomatchmeifyoucan.
Somepeopletry,butcan’t,toplay
Andhavetopracticeeveryday;
ButI’vebeenmusicalalways,sincefirstmylifebegan.
"Why,Ib’lievehe’sproudofit,"exclaimedDorothy;"andseemstomeI’veheardworsemusicthanhemakes."
"Where?"askedButton-Bright.
"I’veforgotten,justnow.ButMr.DaCapoiscertainlyastrangeperson—isn’the?—andp’r’apshe’stheonlyoneofhiskindinalltheworld.