"D. H. Lawrence - Sons And Lovers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lawrence D. H)

"I never thought o' that. Tha'rt not long in taking the curl
out of me."

It was her turn to laugh quickly.

"You don't look as if you'd come much uncurled," she said.

"I'm like a pig's tail, I curl because I canna help it,"
he laughed, rather boisterously.

"And you are a miner!" she exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes. I went down when I was ten."

She looked at him in wondering dismay.

"When you were ten! And wasn't it very hard?" she asked.

"You soon get used to it. You live like th' mice, an' you pop
out at night to see what's going on."

"It makes me feel blind," she frowned.

"Like a moudiwarp!" he laughed. "Yi, an' there's some chaps
as does go round like moudiwarps." He thrust his face forward
in the blind, snout-like way of a mole, seeming to sniff and
peer for direction. "They dun though!" he protested naively.
"Tha niver seed such a way they get in. But tha mun let me ta'e
thee down some time, an' tha can see for thysen."

She looked at him, startled. This was a new tract of life
suddenly opened before her. She realised the life of the miners,
hundreds of them toiling below earth and coming up at evening.
He seemed to her noble. He risked his life daily, and with gaiety.
She looked at him, with a touch of appeal in her pure humility.

"Shouldn't ter like it?" he asked tenderly. "'Appen not,
it 'ud dirty thee."

She had never been "thee'd" and "thou'd" before.

The next Christmas they were married, and for three months
she was perfectly happy: for six months she was very happy.

He had signed the pledge, and wore the blue ribbon of a
tee-totaller: he was nothing if not showy. They lived, she thought,
in his own house. It was small, but convenient enough, and quite
nicely furnished, with solid, worthy stuff that suited her honest soul.
The women, her neighbours, were rather foreign to her, and Morel's