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

He was always queer, stranger, and I suppose them that's queer
and they living men will be queer bodies after.

TRAMP
Isn't it a great wonder you're letting him lie there, and he is
not tidied, or laid out itself?

NORA
{Coming to the bed.}
I was afeard, stranger, for he put a black curse on me this
morning if I'ld touch his body the time he'ld die sudden, or let
any one touch it except his sister only, and it's ten miles away
she lives in the big glen over the hill.

TRAMP
{Looking at her and nodding slowly.}
It's a queer story he wouldn't let his own wife touch him, and he
dying quiet in his bed.

NORA
He was an old man, and an odd man, stranger, and it's always up
on the hills he was thinking thoughts in the dark mist. {She
pulls back a bit of the sheet.} Lay your hand on him now, and
tell me if it's cold he is surely.

TRAMP
Is it getting the curse on me you'ld be, woman of the house? I
wouldn't lay my hand on him for the Lough Nahanagan and it filled
with gold.

NORA
{Looking uneasily at the body.}
Maybe cold would be no sign of death with the like of him, for he
was always cold, every day since I knew him, -- and every night,
stranger, -- {she covers up his face and comes away from the
bed}; but I'm thinking it's dead he is surely, for he's
complaining a while back of a pain in his heart, and this
morning, the time he was going off to Brittas for three days or
four, he was taken with a sharp turn. Then he went into his bed
and he was saying it was destroyed he was, the time the shadow
was going up through the glen, and when the sun set on the bog
beyond he made a great lep, and let a great cry out of him, and
stiffened himself out the like of a dead sheep.

TRAMP
{Crosses himself.}
God rest his soul.

NORA
{Pouring him out a glass of whisky.}