"Dickens, Charles - A Christmas Carol" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dickens Charles) `Keep it!' repeated Scrooge's nephew. `But you
don't keep it.' `Let me leave it alone, then,' said Scrooge. `Much good may it do you! Much good it has ever done you!' `There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,' returned the nephew. `Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round -- apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that -- as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!' Becoming immediately sensible of the impropriety, he poked the fire, and extinguished the last frail spark for ever. `Let me hear another sound from you,' said Scrooge, `and you'll keep your Christmas by losing your situation! You're quite a powerful speaker, sir,' he added, turning to his nephew. `I wonder you don't go into Parliament.' `Don't be angry, uncle. Come! Dine with us tomorrow.' Scrooge said that he would see him -- yes, indeed he did. He went the whole length of the expression, and said that he would see him in that extremity first. `But why?' cried Scrooge's nephew. `Why?' `Why did you get married?' said Scrooge. `Because I fell in love.' `Because you fell in love!' growled Scrooge, as if that were the only one thing in the world more ridiculous |
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