Kitobdan iqtiboslar  The Garden Party and Other Stories

lisok
lisokiqtibos olmoqda4 yil oldin
round pearls of dew lay on the flat nasturtium leaves
1 kishiga yoqdi
Fikr bildirish
But Beryl dismissed it. She couldn't be left. Other people, perhaps, but not she. It wasn't possible to think that Beryl Fairfield never married, that lovely fascinating girl.
Fikr bildirish
Let us make our fire. Let us sit down to eat together. Let us have long talks at night."
Fikr bildirish
To take things easy, not to fight against the ebb and flow of life, but to give way to it—that was what was needed. It was this tension that was all wrong.
Fikr bildirish
and rolled the point of her cigarette round the green ash-tray. How beautiful she looked like that!—simply beautiful—and she was so sma
Fikr bildirish
But then her voice always sounded as though she knew something better about you than you did yourself.
Fikr bildirish
What was the matter with Jonathan? He had no ambition; she supposed that was it. And yet one felt he was gifted, exceptional. He was passionately fond of music; every spare penny he had went on books. He was always full of new ideas, schemes, plans. But nothing came of it all.
Fikr bildirish
Little Rags put down the King of Diamonds and Lottie put down the one they called the King of Spain. She had hardly any cards left.
Fikr bildirish
"Isn't life," she stammered, "isn't life—" But what life was she couldn't explain. No matter. He quite understood.
Fikr bildirish
The stems will ruin her lace frock," said practical Jose. So they would. Just in time. "Only the basket, then.
Fikr bildirish