Tender is the night / Ночь нежна. Книга для чтения на английском языке

) кумушки] in Marseilles and girls seduced in the back lanes of Wurtemburg and Westphalia[118 - Wurtemburg and Westphalia – Вюртемберг и Вестфалия, северо-западные и юго-западные земли Германии]. Why, this was a love battle – there was a century of middle-class love spent here. This was the last love battle.”

“You want to hand over this battle to D. H. Lawrence[119 - D. H. Lawrence – Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс (1885– 1930), английский писатель и эссеист],” said Abe.

“All my beautiful lovely safe world blew itself up here with a great gust of high explosive love,” Dick mourned persistently. “Isn’t that true, Rosemary?”

“I don’t know,” she answered with a grave face. “You know everything.”

They dropped behind the others. Suddenly a shower of earth gobs and pebbles came down on them and Abe yelled from the next traverse:

“The war spirit’s getting into me again.

Rosemary laughed and Dick picked up a retaliatory handful of stones and then put them down.

“I couldn’t kid here,” he said rather apologetically. “The silver cord is cut and the golden bowl is broken[120 - The silver cord is cut and the golden bowl is broken – здесь имеется в виду библейское изречение: «Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern» «Доколе не порвалась серебряная цепочка, и не разорвалась золотая повязка, и не разбился кувшин у источника, и не обрушилось колесо над колодезем» (Екклесиаст, 12:6)] and all that, but an old romantic like me can’t do anything about it.

“I’m romantic too.”

They came out of the neat restored trench, and faced a memorial to the Newfoundland dead. Reading the inscription Rosemary burst into sudden tears. Like most women she liked to be told how she should feel, and she liked Dick’s telling her which things were ludicrous and which things were sad.