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' языка. Нам было в классе по 6-7 лет и Он начал первый урок с чтения "Тома Сойера":
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' "TOM!"
' No answer.
' "TOM!"
' No answer.
' "What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!"
' No answer.
' The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the
' room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or
' never looked THROUGH them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her
' state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for "style," not
' service--she could have seen through a pair of stove-lids just as well.
' She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but
' still loud enough for the furniture to hear:
' "Well, I lay if I get hold of you I'll--"
' She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching
' under the bed with the broom, and so she needed breath to punctuate the
' punches with. She resurrected nothing but the cat.
' "I never did see the beat of that boy!"
' She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the
' tomato vines and "jimpson" weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom.
' So she lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for distance and
' shouted:
' "Y-o-u-u TOM!"
'
' Чудесный английский. Не это тыр-быр американское мычание, что сейчас всюду.
Самое парадоксальное, что автор ниразу не англечанен, а прямо таки непосрецтвенный амерекозз =)))
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Рецензия на книгу [+] -- Goblin -- 16.02.11@13:42 (Чит.: 279)