Александр Суворов. Сергей Тимофеевич Григорьев
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Название: Александр Суворов
Автор: Сергей Тимофеевич Григорьев
Издательство: АРДИС
Жанр: Повести
Серия: Школьная библиотека (Детская литература)
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“I do. She couldn’t give him children.”
“Yes. My Soraya was inclined to be skittish. I was thrown a few times, but I never broke anything.”
“So your parents were indulgent?” They must have been. Buying ponies and beautiful, elegant Arabs was a serious financial commitment. Although the acreage lifestyle would have helped.
“Very.” She averted her head, as though studying the superb central fountain—a focal point for the landscaping. It was playing, which she found delightful—silver streams spilling down over two great bowls like a waterfall. It added greatly to the illusion of cool.
“And your father is what?” She had unmistakable class.
“He’s a lawyer,” she offered briefly.
He let it go. She was prepared to talk horses, but not prepared to talk about family. “And your mother? Please don’t think I’m asking intrusive questions. I’d like to know a little more about you.”
“Nothing much to know,” she said, her expression settling back into a quiet reserve. “I’ve led an uneventful life.”
“Now, why do I think that’s not true?” he said in a decidedly challenging tone. “You haven’t told me about your mother. She must be a very beautiful woman if you take after her.”
Genevieve was stunned. She’d truly believed she had made herself unobtrusive. Her efforts appeared to have made no difference to Trevelyan.
“I do take after my mother, but I’d hardly call myself beautiful.”
“Nonsense.” With his height he loomed over her. “The beautiful know they’re beautiful—just as powerful people know they’re powerful. Beauty is power. It’s commonly accepted a beautiful woman has power over a man.”
“You occupy a powerful enough position yourself,” she retorted, to get off the subject of herself. She had the feeling he was determined on getting to know more about her.
“It’s a life crammed with hard work, Genevieve. And I don’t lose track of the great responsibility to use power for good. But we were talking about your mother …?”
She felt exposed again. “My mother died in a car pile-up on the freeway in heavy rain.”
“Ah! I’m sorry to hear that.” He spoke with very real empathy. “How old were you?”
“Ten. I’ll remember that shocking day until I die. For along time my father and I were in denial. It didn’t seem possible. The light of our lives—there one day, gone the next. I learned then that there are absolutely no certainties in life.”
“I’m in total agreement on that. You and your father took it very hard?”
“It was a terrible time.” She swallowed on a lump in her throat.
“I’m sorry.” He fully understood her pain. Probably her father had remarried at some time—if only to give his child a caring stepmother. Some very nice woman she could turn to—especially at such a vulnerable age.
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