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

"I told you!" he said, running to the dresser for his cap.

"Take your pudding in your hand--and it's only five past one,
so you were wrong--you haven't got your twopence," cried the mother
in a breath.

The boy came back, bitterly disappointed, for his twopence,
then went off without a word.

"I want to go, I want to go," said Annie, beginning to cry.

"Well, and you shall go, whining, wizzening little stick!"
said the mother. And later in the afternoon she trudged up the
hill under the tall hedge with her child. The hay was gathered
from the fields, and cattle were turned on to the eddish.
It was warm, peaceful.

Mrs. Morel did not like the wakes. There were two sets of horses,
one going by steam, one pulled round by a pony; three organs
were grinding, and there came odd cracks of pistol-shots, fearful
screeching of the cocoanut man's rattle, shouts of the Aunt Sally man,
screeches from the peep-show lady. The mother perceived her son gazing
enraptured outside the Lion Wallace booth, at the pictures of this
famous lion that had killed a negro and maimed for life two white men.
She left him alone, and went to get Annie a spin of toffee.
Presently the lad stood in front of her, wildly excited.

"You never said you was coming--isn't the' a lot of things?-
that lion's killed three men-l've spent my tuppence-an' look here."

He pulled from his pocket two egg-cups, with pink moss-roses
on them.

"I got these from that stall where y'ave ter get them marbles
in them holes. An' I got these two in two goes-'aepenny a go-they've
got moss-roses on, look here. I wanted these."

She knew he wanted them for her.

"H'm!" she said, pleased. "They ARE pretty!"

"Shall you carry 'em, 'cause I'm frightened o' breakin' 'em?"

He was tipful of excitement now she had come, led her about
the ground, showed her everything. Then, at the peep-show, she
explained the pictures, in a sort of story, to which he listened
as if spellbound. He would not leave her. All the time he
stuck close to her, bristling with a small boy's pride of her.
For no other woman looked such a lady as she did, in her little black