Томас Гарди (Харди) (Thomas Hardy) Текст оригинала на английском языке A Practical Woman ‘O who’ll get me a healthy child: – I should prefer a son – Seven have I had in thirteen years, Sickly every one! ‘Three mope about as feeble shapes; Weak; white; they’ll be no good. One came deformed; an idiot next; And two are crass as wood. ‘I purpose one not only sound In flesh, but bright in mind: And duly for producing him A means I’ve now to find.’ She went away. She disappeared, Years, years. Then back she came: In her hand was a blooming boy Mentally and in frame. ‘I found a father at last who’d suit The purpose in my head, And used him till he’d done his job,’ Was all thereon she said. |
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