"Synge, J M - In The Shadow Of The Glen" - читать интересную книгу автора (Synge John M)

{Slowly.}
I'm thinking many would be afeard, but I never knew what way I'd
be afeard of beggar or bishop or any man of you at all. {She
looks towards the window and lowers her voice.} It's other things
than the like of you, stranger, would make a person afeard.

TRAMP
{Looking round with a half-shudder.}
It is surely, God help us all!

NORA
{Looking at him for a moment with curiosity.}
You're saying that, stranger, as if you were easy afeard.

TRAMP
{Speaking mournfully.}
Is it myself, lady of the house, that does be walking round in
the long nights, and crossing the hills when the fog is on them,
the time a little stick would seem as big as your arm, and a
rabbit as big as a bay horse, and a stack of turf as big as a
towering church in the city of Dublin? If myself was easily
afeard, I'm telling you, it's long ago I'ld have been locked
into the Richmond Asylum, or maybe have run up into the back
hills with nothing on me but an old shirt, and been eaten with
crows the like of Patch Darcy -- the Lord have mercy on him -- in
the year that's gone.

NORA
{With interest.}
You knew Darcy?

TRAMP
Wasn't I the last one heard his living voice in the whole world?

NORA
There were great stories of what was heard at that time, but
would any one believe the things they do be saying in the glen?

TRAMP
It was no lie, lady of the house. . . . I was passing below on a
dark night the like of this night, and the sheep were lying under
the ditch and every one of them coughing, and choking, like an
old man, with the great rain and the fog. Then I heard a thing
talking -- queer talk, you wouldn't believe at all, and you out
of your dreams, -- and "Merciful God," says I, "if I begin
hearing the like of that voice out of the thick mist, I'm
destroyed surely." Then I run, and I run, and I run, till I was
below in Rathvanna. I got drunk that night, I got drunk in the
morning, and drunk the day after, -- I was coming from the races
beyond -- and the third day they found Darcy. . . . Then I knew