"Alexander Green - The Seeker Of Adventure" - читать интересную книгу автора (Green Alexander)

tempted me with his description of Liliana's charms: the city itself, the
surroundings, and your marvellous estate. I feel that my camera is stirring
impatiently in my suitcase and that the shutter is snapping by itself from
impatience. Have you known Tonar for long, Dogger?"
"For a very long time. We became acquainted while we were both
negotiating to buy this estate, but I outbid him. We're on most excellent
terms, and sometimes he drops by. He likes country life very much."
"It's strange that he doesn't live like this himself," said Ammon.
"You know," rejoined Elma, putting her head onto her arms and her
arms onto the back of the chair, "to do that you have to be born a person
like myself and my husband. Am I right, dear?"
"You're right," said Dogger pensively. "But, Ammon, I'll show you the
farm while dinner is being prepared. Will you come along, Elma?"
"No," the young woman refused with a laugh, "I'm the hostess, and I
must look after things."
"In that case..." Dogger stood up. Ammon did so as well. "In that case
we'll set off on our trip."




IV. OUTSIDE


"A true seeker of adventure," Ammon said to himself as he walked
alongside Dogger, "differs from a tritely curious person in that he
thoroughly explores any obscure situation. Now I have to look into
everything. I don't believe Dogger." Without further introspection he
surrendered himself to his impressions. Dogger led Ammon along the
garden's vaulted avenues to the backyard. Their conversation touched on
nature, and Dogger, with a subtlety that one would not expect from his
appearance, penetrated to the very core of the chaotic and contradictory
feelings-as slight as the flicker of an eyelash -- produced by natural
phenomena. He spoke rather phlegmatically, and yet any general concept
of nature suddenly ceased to exist for Ammon. Nature, like a house made
of blocks, collapsed before his very eyes into its constituent parts. Then,
just as carefully and imperceptibly, as though playing, Dogger restored
what had been destroyed; he harmoniously and methodically fused the
disintegrated concept back into its original form, and Ammon again saw
the momentarily lost aggregate of the world's beauty.
"You are an artist, or you ought to be one," said Ammon.
"Now I'll show you the cow," said Dogger animatedly, "it's of a good
breed and a healthy specimen."
They emerged into the cheery, spacious yard, where a lot of poultry was
wandering about: variegated hens, fiery roosters, motley ducks, irritable
turkeys, baby chickens as yellow as dandelions, and several pairs of
pheasants. A huge chained dog was lying in a green kennel with his tongue
hanging out. Pigs that looked like pink logs glittered within an enclosure;
a donkey flapped its ears and cast a good-natured sidelong look at a
rooster, which was rummaging with his claw in some manure under the