Tender is the night. F. Scott Fitzgerald. Учим английский, читая мировую классику

Obviously (явно, очевидно) he had created his wife’s world, and allowed her few (мало, немного) liberties (вольность) in it.

«Antheil’s my man.» Mrs. McKisco turned challengingly (вызывающе) to Rosemary, «Anthiel and Joyce. I don’t suppose you ever hear much about those sort (такого рода) of people in Hollywood, but my husband wrote the first criticism of Ulysses (Одиссей) that ever appeared in America.»

«I wish I had a cigarette (Жаль, что у меня нет сигареты),» said McKisco calmly (спокойно).

«That’s more important to me just now.»

«He’s got insides (под водой) – don’t you think so, Albert?»

Her voice faded off (ослабевать) suddenly. The woman of the pearls had joined her two children in the water, and now Abe North came up under one of them like a volcanic island, raising him on his shoulders. The child yelled (кричать; вопить) with fear (страх) and delight (восторг) and the woman watched with a lovely (восхитительный) peace (спокойствие), without a smile.

«Is that his wife?» Rosemary asked.

«No, that’s Mrs. Diver. They’re not at the hotel.» Her eyes, photographic, did not move from the woman’s face. After a moment she turned vehemently (неистово; страстно) to Rosemary.

«Have you been abroad before?»

«Yes – I went to school in Paris.»

«Oh! Well then you probably know that if you want to enjoy yourself here the thing is to get to know some real French families. What do these people get out of it?» She pointed her left shoulder toward shore.

«They just stick around with each other in little cliques (клика, группировка). Of course, we had letters of introduction (рекомендательное письмо) and met all the best French artists and writers in Paris. That made it very nice.»

«I should think so.»

«My husband is finishing his first novel, you see.»

Rosemary said: «Oh, he is?» She was not thinking anything special (особый), except (кроме) wondering (удивляться) whether her mother had got to sleep in this heat (жара).

«It’s on the idea of Ulysses (Одиссей),» continued Mrs. McKisco. «Only instead of taking twenty-four hours my husband takes a hundred years. He takes a decayed (дряблый) old French aristocrat and puts him in contrast with the mechanical age – »

«Oh, for God’s sake, Violet, don’t go telling everybody the idea,» protested McKisco. «I don’t want it to get all around before the book’s published.