Herland. Gilman Charlotte Perkins

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СКАЧАТЬ they are interesting – I like them,” Jeff objected, “and I’m sure they are educational.”

      “I’m sick and tired of being educated,” Terry protested. “Fancy going to a dame school – at our age. I want to Get Out!”

      But we could not get out, and we were being educated swiftly. Our special tutors rose rapidly in our esteem. They seemed of rather finer quality than the guards, though all were on terms of easy friendliness. Mine was named Somel, Jeff’s Zava, and Terry’s Moadine. We tried to generalize from the names, those of the guards, and of our three girls, but got nowhere.

      “They sound well enough, and they’re mostly short, but there’s no similarity of termination – and no two alike. However, our acquaintance is limited as yet.”

      There were many things we meant to ask – as soon as we could talk well enough. Better teaching I never saw. From morning to night there was Somel, always on call except between two and four; always pleasant with a steady friendly kindness that I grew to enjoy very much. Jeff said Miss Zava – he would put on a title, though they apparently had none – was a darling, that she reminded him of his Aunt Esther at home; but Terry refused to be won, and rather jeered at his own companion, when we were alone.

      “I’m sick of it!” he protested. “Sick of the whole thing. Here we are cooped up as helpless as a bunch of three-year-old orphans, and being taught what they think is necessary – whether we like it or not. Confound their old-maid impudence!”

      Nevertheless we were taught. They brought in a raised map of their country, beautifully made, and increased our knowledge of geographical terms; but when we inquired for information as to the country outside, they smilingly shook their heads.

      They brought pictures, not only the engravings in the books but colored studies of plants and trees and flowers and birds. They brought tools and various small objects – we had plenty of “material” in our school.

      If it had not been for Terry we would have been much more contented, but as the weeks ran into months he grew more and more irritable.

      “Don’t act like a bear with a sore head,” I begged him. “We’re getting on finely. Every day we can understand them better, and pretty soon we can make a reasonable plea to be let out – ”

      “LET out!” he stormed. “LET out – like children kept after school. I want to Get Out, and I’m going to. I want to find the men of this place and fight! – or the girls – ”

      “Guess it’s the girls you’re most interested in,” Jeff commented. “What are you going to fight WITH – your fists?”

      “Yes – or sticks and stones – I’d just like to!” And Terry squared off and tapped Jeff softly on the jaw. “Just for instance,” he said.

      “Anyhow,” he went on, “we could get back to our machine and clear out.”

      “If it’s there,” I cautiously suggested.

      “Oh, don’t croak, Van! If it isn’t there, we’ll find our way down somehow – the boat’s there, I guess.”

      It was hard on Terry, so hard that he finally persuaded us to consider a plan of escape. It was difficult, it was highly dangerous, but he declared that he’d go alone if we wouldn’t go with him, and of course we couldn’t think of that.

      It appeared he had made a pretty careful study of the environment. From our end window that faced the point of the promontory we could get a fair idea of the stretch of wall, and the drop below. Also from the roof we could make out more, and even, in one place, glimpse a sort of path below the wall.

      “It’s a question of three things,” he said. “Ropes, agility, and not being seen.”

      “That’s the hardest part,” I urged, still hoping to dissuade him. “One or another pair of eyes is on us every minute except at night.”

      “Therefore we must do it at night,” he answered. “That’s easy.”

      “We’ve got to think that if they catch us we may not be so well treated afterward,” said Jeff.

      “That’s the business risk we must take. I’m going – if I break my neck.” There was no changing him.

      The rope problem was not easy. Something strong enough to hold a man and long enough to let us down into the garden, and then down over the wall. There were plenty of strong ropes in the gymnasium – they seemed to love to swing and climb on them – but we were never there by ourselves.

      We should have to piece it out from our bedding, rugs, and garments, and moreover, we should have to do it after we were shut in for the night, for every day the place was cleaned to perfection by two of our guardians.

      We had no shears, no knives, but Terry was resourceful. “These Jennies have glass and china, you see. We’ll break a glass from the bathroom and use that. ‘Love will find out a way,’” he hummed. “When we’re all out of the window, we’ll stand three-man high and cut the rope as far up as we can reach, so as to have more for the wall. I know just where I saw that bit of path below, and there’s a big tree there, too, or a vine or something – I saw the leaves.”

      It seemed a crazy risk to take, but this was, in a way, Terry’s expedition, and we were all tired of our imprisonment.

      So we waited for full moon, retired early, and spent an anxious hour or two in the unskilled manufacture of man-strong ropes.

      To retire into the depths of the closet, muffle a glass in thick cloth, and break it without noise was not difficult, and broken glass will cut, though not as deftly as a pair of scissors.

      The broad moonlight streamed in through four of our windows – we had not dared leave our lights on too long – and we worked hard and fast at our task of destruction.

      Hangings, rugs, robes, towels, as well as bed-furniture – even the mattress covers – we left not one stitch upon another, as Jeff put it.

      Then at an end window, as less liable to observation, we fastened one end of our cable, strongly, to the firm-set hinge of the inner blind, and dropped our coiled bundle of rope softly over.

      “This part’s easy enough – I’ll come last, so as to cut the rope,” said Terry.

      So I slipped down first, and stood, well braced against the wall; then Jeff on my shoulders, then Terry, who shook us a little as he sawed through the cord above his head. Then I slowly dropped to the ground, Jeff following, and at last we all three stood safe in the garden, with most of our rope with us.

      “Good-bye, Grandma!” whispered Terry, under his breath, and we crept softly toward the wall, taking advantage of the shadow of every bush and tree. He had been foresighted enough to mark the very spot, only a scratch of stone on stone, but we could see to read in that light. For anchorage there was a tough, fair-sized shrub close to the wall.

      “Now I’ll climb up on you two again and go over first,” said Terry. “That’ll hold the rope firm till you both get up on top. Then I’ll go down to the end. If I can get off safely, you can see me and follow – or, say, I’ll twitch it three times. If I find there’s absolutely no footing – why I’ll climb up again, that’s all. I don’t think they’ll kill us.”

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