“ ‘I steals a look at the farmer man. I see the sweat coming out on his forehead. He goes over and closes the front door and watches me some more. Directly he says: “I’ll bet you twenty I can pick the shell the ball’s under now.”
“ ‘After that,’ goes on Andy, ‘there is nothing new to relate. He only had $860 cash in the house. When I left he followed me to the gate. There was tears in his eyes when he shook hands.
“ ‘Bunk,’ says he, ‘thank you for the only real pleasure I’ve had in years
(Краснобай, благодарю тебя за единственное настоящее удовольствие, которое у меня было за /многие/ годы). It brings up happy old days (это напомнило мне счастливые старые дни;Here Jeff Peters ceased
(тут Джефф Питерс замолчал;“Then you think” – I began
(значит, ты думаешь… – начал я;“Yes,” said Jeff. “Something like that
(что-то в этом роде). You let the farmers go ahead and amuse themselves with politics (вы позволяете фермерам брать да и развлекаться: «развлекать себя» политикой;Here Jeff Peters ceased, and I inferred that his story was done.
“Then you think” – I began.
“Yes,” said Jeff. “Something like that. You let the farmers go ahead and amuse themselves with politics. Farming’s a lonesome life; and they’ve been against the shell game before.”
The Chair of Philanthromathematics
(Кафедра филантроматематики[2]
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