Великий Гэтсби / The Great Gatsby (на русском и английском языках)

The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were lying. They were both in white. I stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall.

Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was completely motionless and with her chin raised a little.

The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise. She leaned slightly forward-then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room.

“I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.”

She laughed again, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face.

She murmured that the surname of the other girl was Baker. Miss Baker’s lips fluttered, she nodded at me and then quickly tipped her head back again.

I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth.

I told her how I had visited in Chicago some friends and how a dozen people had sent her their love.

“Do they miss me?” she cried.

“The whole town is desolate. All the automobiles are painted black and there’s a persistent wail all night.”

“How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom. Tomorrow!” Then she added irrelevantly: “You must see the baby.”

“I’d like to.”

“She’s asleep. She’s two years old.

“Never.”

“Well, you must see her. She’s…”

Tom Buchanan rested his hand on my shoulder.

“What do you do, Nick?”

“I’m a bond man.”

“Who with?”

I told him.

“Never heard of them,” he remarked decisively.

This annoyed me.

“You will,” I answered shortly. “You will if you stay in the East.”

“Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,” he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me.

At this point Miss Baker said “Absolutely!” It was the first word she uttered since I came into the room.

“You see,” Daisy told Miss Baker. “I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.”

I looked at Miss Baker, I enjoyed looking at her. She was a slender girl, with an erect carriage. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me.