The Secret Garden / Таинственный сад

The rest of it had been clipped and made to look neat, but at this lower end of the walk it had not been trimmed at all.

A few days after she had talked to Ben Weatherstaff, Mary stopped to notice this and wondered why it was so. She had just paused and was looking up at a long spray of ivy swinging in the wind when she saw a gleam of scarlet and heard a brilliant chirp [59 - chirp – чириканье], and there, on the top of the wall, forward perched Ben Weatherstaff's robin redbreast, tilting [60 - tilt – наклоняться]forward to look at her with his small head on one side.

She spoke to him as if she were sure that he would understand and answer her. He did answer. He chirped and hopped along the wall as if he were telling her all sorts of things. It seemed to Mistress Mary as if she understood him, too, though he was not speaking in words. Mary began to laugh, and as he hopped and took little flights along the wall she ran after him. At last he spread his wings and made a darting flight to the top of a tree, where he sang loudly.

“It's in the garden no one can go into,” she said to herself. “It's the garden without a door. He lives in there. How I wish I could see what it is like!”

She ran up the walk to the green door she had entered the first morning. Then she ran down the path through the other door and then into the orchard, and when she stood and looked up there was the tree on the other side of the wall, and there was the robin just finishing his song and, beginning to preen [61 - preen – чистить перья клювом] his feathers with his beak.

“It is the garden,” she said. “I am sure it is.”

She walked round and looked closely at that side of the orchard wall, but she only found what she had found before- that there was no door in it. Then she ran through the kitchen-gardens again and out into the walk outside the long ivy-covered wall, and she walked to the end of it and looked at it, but there was no door; and then she walked to the other end, looking again, but there was no door.

It was very strange. Ben Weatherstaff said there was no door and there is no door. But there must have been one ten years ago, because Mr. Craven buried the key. This gave her so much to think of that she began to be quite interested and feel that she was not sorry that she had come to Misselthwaite Manor.