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

"But if you're a MAN?" she had cried.

"Being a man isn't everything," he replied, frowning with
puzzled helplessness.

Now, as she moved about her work at the Bottoms, with some
experience of what being a man meant, she knew that it was NOT everything.

At twenty, owing to her health, she had left Sheerness.
Her father had retired home to Nottingham. John Field's father
had been ruined; the son had gone as a teacher in Norwood. She did
not hear of him until, two years later, she made determined inquiry.
He had married his landlady, a woman of forty, a widow with property.

And still Mrs. Morel preserved John Field's Bible. She did
not now believe him to be--- Well, she understood pretty well what he
might or might not have been. So she preserved his Bible, and kept
his memory intact in her heart, for her own sake. To her dying day,
for thirty-five years, she did not speak of him.

When she was twenty-three years old, she met, at a Christmas
party, a young man from the Erewash Valley. Morel was then
twenty-seven years old. He was well set-up, erect, and very smart.
He had wavy black hair that shone again, and a vigorous black
beard that had never been shaved. His cheeks were ruddy,
and his red, moist mouth was noticeable because he laughed so often
and so heartily. He had that rare thing, a rich, ringing laugh.
Gertrude Coppard had watched him, fascinated. He was so full of
colour and animation, his voice ran so easily into comic grotesque,
he was so ready and so pleasant with everybody. Her own father
had a rich fund of humour, but it was satiric. This man's
was different: soft, non-intellectual, warm, a kind of gambolling.

She herself was opposite. She had a curious, receptive mind
which found much pleasure and amusement in listening to other folk.
She was clever in leading folk to talk. She loved ideas, and was
considered very intellectual. What she liked most of all was an
argument on religion or philosophy or politics with some educated man.
This she did not often enjoy. So she always had people tell her
about themselves, finding her pleasure so.

In her person she was rather small and delicate, with a
large brow, and dropping bunches of brown silk curls. Her blue eyes
were very straight, honest, and searching. She had the beautiful
hands of the Coppards. Her dress was always subdued. She wore
dark blue silk, with a peculiar silver chain of silver scallops.
This, and a heavy brooch of twisted gold, was her only ornament.
She was still perfectly intact, deeply religious, and full
of beautiful candour.