Великий Гэтсби / The Great Gatsby (на русском и английском языках)

Doesn’t he?” She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation: “An absolute rose?”

This was untrue. I am not even faintly like a rose. Then she threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and went into the house.

Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance devoid of meaning.

“This Mr. Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor,” I said.

“Don’t talk. I want to hear what happens.”

“Is something happening?” I inquired innocently.

“Don’t you know?” said Miss Baker, honestly surprised.

“I thought everybody knew.”

“I don’t.”

“Tom’s got some woman in New York,” said Miss Baker.

“Got some woman?” I repeated.

Miss Baker nodded.

“She might have the decency not to telephone him at dinner-time. Don’t you think?”

Tom and Daisy were back at the table.

Daisy sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and said: “I looked outdoors for a minute and it’s very romantic outdoors. There’s a bird on the lawn, I think, a nightingale.

He’s singing so sweetly! It’s romantic, isn’t it, Tom?”

“Very romantic,” he said, and then to me: “After dinner I want to show you my horses.”

The telephone rang inside, and Daisy shook her head decisively. The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again. Tom and Miss Baker went into the library, while I followed Daisy around the house. Then we sat down side by side on a bench.

Daisy took her face in her hands.

“We don’t know each other very well, Nick,” said Daisy.

“Even if we are cousins. You didn’t come to my wedding.”

“I wasn’t back from the war.”

“That’s true.” She hesitated. “Well, I’ve had a very bad time, and I’m pretty cynical about everything.”

I waited but she didn’t say any more, and after a moment I decided to talk about her daughter.

“I suppose she talks, and-eats, and everything.”

“Oh, yes.” She looked at me absently. “Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born.

Would you like to hear?”

“Very much.”

“Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where. I woke up and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. �All right,’ I said, �I’m glad it’s a girl. And I hope she’ll be a fool-that’s the best thing for a girl in this world, a beautiful little fool.