The Complete Works. O. Henry
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Название: The Complete Works

Автор: O. Henry

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СКАЧАТЬ Caught them and cooked them,

       Don José Calderon,

       Vower of vengeance.

       Now on the sidewalk

       Sits the avenger

       Selling Tamales to

       Innocent purchasers.

       Dire is thy vengeance,

       Oh, José Calderon,

       Pitiless Nemesis

       Fearful Redresser

       Of the wrongs done to thy

       Sainted grandfather.

       Now the doomed Texans,

       Rashly hilarious,

       Buy of the deadly wares,

       Buy and devour.

       Rounders at midnight,

       Citizens solid,

       Bankers and newsboys,

       Bootblacks and preachers,

       Rashly importunate,

       Courting destruction.

       Buy and devour.

       Beautiful maidens

       Buy and devour,

       Gentle society youths

       Buy and devour.

       Buy and devour

       This thing called Tamale;

       Made of rat terrier,

       Spitz dog and poodle.

       Maltese cat, boarding house

       Steak and red pepper.

       Garlic and tallow,

       Corn meal and shucks.

       Buy without shame

       Sit on store steps and eat,

       Stand on the street and eat,

       Ride on the cars and eat,

       Strewing the shucks around

       Over creation.

       Dire is thy vengeance,

       Don José Calderon.

       For the slight thing we did

       Killing thy grandfather.

       What boots it if we killed

       Only one greaser,

       Don José Calderon?

       This is your deep revenge,

       You have greased all of us,

       Greased a whole nation

       With your Tamales,

       Don José Calderon.

       Santos Esperiton,

       Vincente Camillo,

       Quitana de Rios,

       De Rosa y Ribera.

      The Lullaby Boy

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      The lullaby boy to the same old tune

       Who abandons his drum and toys

       For the purpose of dying in early June

       Is the kind the public enjoys.

       But, just for a change, please sing us a song,

       Of the sore-toed boy that’s fly,

       And freckled and mean, and ugly, and bad,

       And positively will not die.

      The Murderer

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      “I push my boat among the reeds;

       I sit and stare about;

       Queer slimy things crawl through the weeds,

       Put to a sullen rout.

       I paddle under cypress trees;

       All fearfully I peer

       Through oozy channels when the breeze

       Comes rustling at my ear.

       “The long moss hangs perpetually;

       Gray scalps of buried years;

       Blue crabs steal out and stare at me,

       And seem to gauge my fears;

       I start to hear the eel swim by;

       I shudder when the crane

       Strikes at his prey; I turn to fly,

       At drops of sudden rain.

       “In every little cry of bird

       I hear a tracking shout;

       From every sodden leaf that’s stirred

       I see a face frown out;

       My soul shakes when the water rat

       Cowed by the blue snake flies;

       Black knots from tree holes glimmer at

       Me with accusive eyes.

       “Through all the murky silence rings

       A cry not born of earth;

       An endless, deep, unechoing thing

       That owns not human birth.

       I see no colors in the sky

       Save red, as blood is red;

       I pray to God to still that cry

       From pallid lips and dead.

       “One spot in all that stagnant СКАЧАТЬ