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Название: The Greatest Works of Saki (H. H. Munro) - 145 Titles in One Edition

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СКАЧАТЬ even at a private view. However, she merely meant to say that it was Wednesday, which at the moment was incontrovertible. Well, she’s on quite a different tack to the Klopstock. She doesn’t visit anywhere very extensively, and, of course, she’s awfully keen for me to drag in an incident that occurred at one of the Beauwhistle garden-parties, when she says she accidentally hit the shins of a Serene Somebody or other with a croquet mallet and that he swore at her in German. As a matter of fact, he went on discoursing on the Gordon-Bennett affair in French. (I never can remember if it’s a new submarine or a divorce. Of course, how stupid of me!) To be disagreeably exact, I fancy she missed him by about two inches—over-anxiousness, probably—but she likes to think she hit him. I’ve felt that way with a partridge which I always imagine keeps on flying strong, out of false pride, till it’s the other side of the hedge. She said she could tell me everything she was wearing on the occasion. I said I didn’t want my book to read like a laundry list, but she explained that she didn’t mean those sort of things.”

      “And there’s the Chilworth boy, who can be charming as long as he’s content to be stupid and wear what he’s told to; but he gets the idea now and then that he’d like to be epigrammatic, and the result is like watching a rook trying to build a nest in a gale. Since he got wind of the book, he’s been persecuting me to work in something of his about the Russians and the Yalu Peril, and is quite sulky because I won’t do it.”

      “Altogether, I think it would be rather a brilliant inspiration if you were to suggest a fortnight in Paris.”

      Reginald in Russia and Other Sketches

       Table of Contents

       Reginald In Russia

       The Reticence Of Lady Anne

       The Lost Sanjak

       The Sex That Doesn't Shop

       The Blood-Feud of Toad-Water

       A Young Turkish Catastrophe

       Judkin Of The Parcels

       Gabriel-Ernest

       The Saint And The Goblin

       The Soul Of Laploshka

       The Bag

       The Strategist

       Cross Currents

       The Baker's Dozen

       The Mouse

      Reginald In Russia

       Table of Contents

      REGINALD sat in a corner of the Princess's salon and tried to forgive the furniture, which started out with an obvious intention of being Louis Quinze, but relapsed at frequent intervals into Wilhelm II.

      He classified the Princess with that distinct type of woman that looks as if it habitually went out to feed hens in the rain.

      Her name was Olga; she kept what she hoped and believed to be a fox-terrier, and professed what she thought were Socialist opinions. It is not necessary to be called Olga if you are a Russian Princess; in fact, Reginald knew quite a number who were called Vera; but the fox-terrier and the Socialism are essential.

      "The Countess Lomshen keeps a bull-dog," said the Princess suddenly. "In England is it more chic to have a bull-dog than a fox-terrier?"

      Reginald threw his mind back over the canine fashions of the last ten years and gave an evasive answer.

      "Do you think her handsome, the Countess Lomshen?" asked the Princess.

      Reginald thought the Countess's complexion suggested an exclusive diet of macaroons and pale sherry. He said so.

      "But that cannot be possible," said the Princess triumphantly; "I've seen her eating fish-soup at Donon's."

      The Princess always defended a friend's complexion if it was really bad. With her, as with a great many of her sex, charity began at homeliness and did not generally progress much farther.

      Reginald withdrew his macaroon and sherry theory, and became interested in a case of miniatures.

      "That?" said the Princess; "that is the old Princess Lorikoff. She lived in Millionaya Street, near the Winter Palace, and was one of the Court ladies of the old Russian school. Her knowledge of people and events was extremely limited; but she used to patronise every one who came in contact with her. There was a story that when she died and left the Millionaya for Heaven she addressed St. Peter in her formal staccato French: 'Je suis la Princesse Lor-i-koff. Il me donne grand plaisir à faire votre connaissance. Je vous en prie me présenter au Bon Dieu.' St. Peter made the desired introduction, and the Princess addressed le Bon Dieu: 'Je suis la Princesse Lor-i-koff. Il me donne grand plaisir à СКАЧАТЬ