Charles Dickens - The Man Behind the Classics: Autobiographical Novels, Stories, Memoirs, Letters & Biographies. Charles Dickens
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СКАЧАТЬ rel="nofollow" href="#u1020720d-a665-556e-94bd-99f9ce72541d">Chapter 25. Good and Bad Angels

       Chapter 26. I Fall into Captivity

       Chapter 27. Tommy Traddles

       Chapter 28. Mr. Micawber’s Gauntlet

       Chapter 29. I Visit Steerforth at His Home, Again

       Chapter 30. A Loss

       Chapter 31. A Greater Loss

       Chapter 32. The Beginning of a Long Journey

       Chapter 33. Blissful

       Chapter 34. My Aunt Astonishes Me

       Chapter 35. Depression

       Chapter 36. Enthusiasm

       Chapter 37. A Little Cold Water

       Chapter 38. A Dissolution of Partnership

       Chapter 39. Wickfield and Heep

       Chapter 40. The Wanderer

       Chapter 41. Dora’s Aunts

       Chapter 42. Mischief

       Chapter 43. Another Retrospect

       Chapter 44. Our Housekeeping

       Chapter 45. Mr. Dick Fulfils My Aunt’s Predictions

       Chapter 46. Intelligence

       Chapter 47. Martha

       Chapter 48. Domestic

       Chapter 49. I Am Involved in Mystery

       Chapter 50. Mr. Peggotty’s Dream Comes True

       Chapter 51. The Beginning of a Longer Journey

       Chapter 52. I Assist at an Explosion

       Chapter 53. Another Retrospect

       Chapter 54. Mr. Micawber’s Transactions

       Chapter 55. Tempest

       Chapter 56. The New Wound, and the Old

       Chapter 57. The Emigrants

       Chapter 58. Absence

       Chapter 59. Return

       Chapter 60. Agnes

       Chapter 61. I Am Shown Two Interesting Penitents

       Chapter 62. A Light Shines on My Way

       Chapter 63. A Visitor

       Chapter 64. A Last Retrospect

      Preface I

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      I do not find it easy to get sufficiently far away from this Book, in the first sensations of having finished it, to refer to it with the composure which this formal heading would seem to require. My interest in it, is so recent and strong; and my mind is so divided between pleasure and regret—pleasure in the achievement of a long design, regret in the separation from many companions—that I am in danger of wearying the reader whom I love, with personal confidences, and private emotions.

      Besides which, all that I could say of the Story, to any purpose, I have endeavoured to say in it.

      It would concern the reader little, perhaps, to know, how sorrowfully the pen is laid down at the close of a two-years’ imaginative task; or how an Author feels as if he were dismissing some portion of himself into the shadowy world, when a crowd of the creatures of his brain are going from him for ever. Yet, I have nothing else to tell; unless, indeed, I were to confess (which might be of less moment still) that no one can ever believe this Narrative, in the reading, more than I have believed it in the writing.

      Instead of looking back, therefore, I will look forward. I cannot close this Volume more agreeably to myself, than with a hopeful glance towards the time when I shall again put forth my two green leaves once a month, and with a faithful remembrance of the genial sun and showers that have fallen on these leaves of David Copperfield, and made me happy.

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