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

Maybe that would do you better than the milk of the sweetest cow
in County Wicklow.

TRAMP
The Almighty God reward you, and may it be to your good health.
{He drinks.}

NORA
{Giving him a pipe and tobacco.}
I've no pipes saving his own, stranger, but they're sweet pipes
to smoke.

TRAMP
Thank you kindly, lady of the house.

NORA
Sit down now, stranger, and be taking your rest.

TRAMP
{Filling a pipe and looking about the room.}
I've walked a great way through the world, lady of the house, and
seen great wonders, but I never seen a wake till this day with
fine spirits, and good tobacco, and the best of pipes, and no one
to taste them but a woman only.

NORA
Didn't you hear me say it was only after dying on me he was when
the sun went down, and how would I go out into the glen and tell
the neighbours, and I a lone woman with no house near me?

TRAMP
{Drinking.}
There's no offence, lady of the house?

NORA
No offence in life, stranger. How would the like of you, passing
in the dark night, know the lonesome way I was with no house near
me at all?

TRAMP
{Sitting down.}
I knew rightly. {He lights his pipe so that there is a sharp
light beneath his haggard face.} And I was thinking, and I
coming in through the door, that it's many a lone woman
would be afeard of the like of me in the dark night, in a place
wouldn't be so lonesome as this place, where there aren't two
living souls would see the little light you have shining from
the glass.

NORA