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

it was himself I was after hearing, and I wasn't afeard any more.

NORA
{Speaking sorrowfully and slowly.}
God spare Darcy, he'ld always look in here and he passing up or
passing down, and it's very lonesome I was after him a long while
{she looks over at the bed and lowers her voice, speaking very
clearly,} and then I got happy again -- if it's ever happy we
are, stranger, -- for I got used to being lonesome.
{A short pause; then she stands up.}

NORA
Was there any one on the last bit of the road, stranger, and you
coming from Aughrim?

TRAMP
There was a young man with a drift of mountain ewes, and he
running after them this way and that.

NORA
{With a half-smile.}
Far down, stranger?

TRAMP
A piece only.

{She fills the kettle and puts it on the fire.}

NORA
Maybe, if you're not easy afeard, you'ld stay here a short while
alone with himself.

TRAMP
I would surely. A man that's dead can do no hurt.

NORA
{Speaking with a sort of constraint.}
I'm going a little back to the west, stranger, for himself would
go there one night and another and whistle at that place, and
then the young man you're after seeing -- a kind of a farmer has
come up from the sea to live in a cottage beyond -- would walk
round to see if there was a thing we'ld have to be done, and I'm
wanting him this night, the way he can go down into the glen when
the sun goes up and tell the people that himself is dead.

TRAMP
{Looking at the body in the sheet.}
It's myself will go for him, lady of the house, and let you not
be destroying yourself with the great rain.