Something Childish and other Stories. Katherine Mansfield
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Название: Something Childish and other Stories

Автор: Katherine Mansfield

Издательство: Ingram

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isbn: 9789176378632

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      Something Childish and other Stories

      Something Childish and other Stories

      Katherine Mansfield

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      Katherine Mansfield

      Something Childish and other Stories

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      Wisehouse Classics

      © 2020 Wisehouse Publishing | Sweden

      All rights reserved without exception.

      ISBN 978-91-7637-863-2

       Half-Title Page

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Contents

       Dedication

       THE TIREDNESS OF ROSABEL

       HOW PEARL BUTTON WAS KIDNAPPED

       THE JOURNEY TO BRUGES

       A TRUTHFUL ADVENTURE

       NEW DRESSES

       THE WOMAN AT THE STORE

       OLE UNDERWOOD

       THE LITTLE GIRL

       MILLIE

       PENSION SÉGUIN

       VIOLET

       BAINS TURCS

       SOMETHING CHILDISH BUT VERY NATURAL

       AN INDISCREET JOURNEY

       SPRING PICTURES

       LATE AT NIGHT

       TWO TUPPENNY ONES, PLEASE

       THE BLACK CAP

       A SUBURBAN FAIRY TALE

       CARNATION

       SEE-SAW

       THIS FLOWER

       THE WRONG HOUSE

       SIXPENCE

       POISON

      A little bird was asked: Why are your songs so short?

      He replied: I have many songs to sing, and I should like to sing them all.

      —Anton Tchehov

      —————

      To

      H. M. Tomlinson

      —————

      At the corner of Oxford Circus Rosabel bought a bunch of violets, and that was practically the reason why she had so little tea—for a scone and a boiled egg and a cup of cocoa at Lyons are not ample sufficiency after a hard day’s work in a millinery establishment. As she swung on to the step of the Atlas ‘bus, grabbed her skirt with one hand and clung to the railing with the other, Rosabel thought she would have sacrificed her soul for a good dinner—roast duck and green peas, chestnut stuffing, pudding with brandy sauce—something hot and strong and filling. She sat down next to a girl very much her own age who was reading Anna Lombard in a cheap, paper-covered edition, and the rain had tear-spattered the pages. Rosabel looked out of the windows; the street was blurred and misty, but light striking on the panes turned their dullness to opal and silver, and the jewellers’ shops seen through this, were fairy palaces. Her feet were horribly wet, and she knew the bottom of her skirt and petticoat would be coated with black, greasy mud. There was a sickening smell of warm humanity—it seemed to be oozing out of everybody in the ‘bus—and everybody had the same expression, sitting so still, staring in front of them. How many times had she read these advertisements— “Sapolio Saves Time, Saves Labour”— “Heinz’s Tomato Sauce”—and the inane, annoying dialogue between doctor and judge concerning the superlative merits of “Lamplough’s Pyretic Saline.” She glanced at the book which the girl read so earnestly, mouthing the words in a way that Rosabel detested, licking her first finger and thumb each time that she turned the page. She could not see very clearly; it was something about a hot, voluptuous night, a band playing, and a girl with lovely, white shoulders. Oh, Heavens! СКАЧАТЬ