Английский с Дэвидом Г. Лоуренсом. Тень в розовом саду

 “Poor little Elise,” he murmured.

“Was she small – petite?” I asked. He jerked up his head.

“No,” he said. “Rather tall.”

“Taller than your wife, I suppose.”

Again he looked into my eyes. And then once more he went into a loud burst of laughter that made the still, snow-deserted valley clap again.

“God, it’s a knockout!” he said, thoroughly amused. Then he stood at ease, one foot out, his hands in his breeches pocket, in front of him, his head thrown back, a handsome figure of a man.

“But I’ll do that blasted Joey in —” he mused, I ran down the hill, shouting also with laughter.