Самые смешные рассказы / The Best Funny Stories (+ аудиоприложение)

He was strangely uncomfortable all the evening. He said he supposed he missed his game of whist, and decided to look for a quiet, respectable club. At eleven he went to bed, but could not sleep. He tossed and turned, and turned and tossed, but grew only more and more energetic. A little after midnight he decided to go and wish the children good-night. The opening of the door awoke them, and he was glad. He wrapped them up in the blanket, sat on the edge of the bed, told them religious stories till one o’clock.

Then he kissed them, told them to be good and to go to sleep; and found himself painfully hungry.

He went downstairs, where in the kitchen he made a meal of cold pie and cucumber.

He went to bed feeling more peaceful, but still could not sleep, so he lay thinking about his business affairs till five, when he fell asleep.

At one o’clock to the minute he awoke. His wife told him she had made everything to wake him earlier, but in vain. The man was irritated. If he had not been a very good man, I believe he would have sworn.

The same repeated as on the Thursday, and again he reached the City at three.

This situation went on for a month. The man fought against himself, but was unable to change himself. Every afternoon at one he awoke. Every night at one he went down into the kitchen for food. Every morning at five he fell asleep.”

4. The end of the editor’s story

“He could not understand it, nobody could understand it. His business suffered, and his health grew worse.

He seemed to be living upside down. His days didn’t have a beginning or end, only the middle. There was no time for exercise or rest. When he began to feel cheerful and sociable everybody was asleep.

‘What time is it now in New York?’ she asked.

‘New York,’ said her father, ‘let me see. It’s just ten now, and there’s a little over four and a half hours’ difference. Oh, about half-past five in the afternoon.’

‘Then in Jefferson,’ said the mother, ‘it is earlier, isn’t it?’

‘Yes,’ replied the girl, ‘Jefferson is nearly two degrees further west.

’

‘Two degrees,’ said the father, ‘and there’s forty minutes to a degree. That would make it now, at the present moment in Jefferson—’

He jumped up with a cry:

‘I’ve got it!’ he shouted, ‘I see it.’

‘See what?’ asked his wife, alarmed.

‘It’s four o’clock in Jefferson, and just time for my ride. That’s what I want!’

There was no doubt about it. For five-and-twenty years he lived by clockwork.