Таинственный сад / The secret garden
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Фрэнсис-Элиза Ходжсон Бёрнетт. Таинственный сад / The secret garden
Frances Hodgson Burnett. The Secret Garden
Chapter I. There is no one left
Chapter II. Mistress Mary quite contrary
Chapter III. Across the moor
Chapter IV. Martha
Chapter V. The cry in the corridor
Chapter VI “There was someone crying – there was!”
Chapter VII. The key of the garden
Chapter VIII. The Robin who showed the way
Chapter IX. A very strange house
Chapter X. Dickon
Chapter XI. Mary’s nest
Chapter XII. A bit of Earth
Chapter XIII. Colin
Chapter XIV. A young Rajah
Chapter XV. Nest building
Chapter XVI “I won’t!” said Mary
Chapter XVII. A tantrum
Chapter XVIII. No time to loose
Chapter XIX. It has come
Chapter XX. I shall live forever
Chapter XXI. Ben Weatherstaff
Chapter XXII. When the sun went down
Chapter XXIII. Magic
Chapter XXIV. Let them laugh
Chapter XXV. The curtain
Chapter XXVI. It’s mother!
Chapter XXVII. In the garden
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When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was a very disagreeable-looking child. It was true. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she was born in India and was always ill.
Her father held a position under the English Government and was always busy and ill himself. Her mother was a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself. She did not want a little girl at all[1]. When Mary was born she handed her over to the care of an Indian nurse. So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way[2]. And when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling girl she was kept out of the way also. She saw the dark faces of her nurse and the other native servants. They always obeyed her. So by the time the girl was six years old she was very tyrannical and selfish.
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Suddenly she heard a cry. It was a short one, a fretful, childish whine.
“It’s near,” said Mary.
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