Book: Rebecca. Page 2

I also have to call him Maxim. Max called him only she, and only she had that right.

In the novels that describe the sufferings of the heroine, they usually say that "tears adorned her." I looked in the mirror. Happened to me just the opposite: red eyes, swollen nose, in my shabby clothes I looked even worse than usual.

And I, as a schoolgirl, glad that me his coat, enjoy his presence, to sit beside him, even if he's with me and not talking. I wanted memory saved me this moment in his community.

I instinctively felt that she's comparing me with Rebecca. And this feeling has separated us like the blade of a knife.

I've had enough melodrama in this life, and I willingly give my five senses if it helped to keep the present peace and security.

To explain what constitutes my father, it was easy and I never spoke. He was my personal property. I owned one. I kept the memories of him from all the people.

In an empty house can be as lonely as in a crowded hotel.

I'm glad it can't happen again - fever of first love. Because it's a fever and a burden, to say the poets. We are not mettle in twenty years. Our life is full of cowardly fear, has no under itself any soil, we are so easily hurt, so easy to hurt, the first sarcastic word puts us on the spot. Now, hidden under the armor of complacency creeping maturity, almost can't feel pin pricks, experiencing day after day and then forget about them, but then... how long has sounded in your ears careless word, burning in the heart of the stigma, which seemed eternal imprint left sidelong glance, thrown over his shoulder.

A piece of our soul, a piece of lived life stays where we've been and where you're never going back.

Don't let me detain you. After all the fashion now changes so fast that it could be the other while you go up the stairs.

... And she was cautious the first time, it was no gossip, no word, no hint. Then gradually she stopped beware. You know, as a person starts drinking? First, little by little, Yes slowly, one at lunch, well, strong booze every five or six months. And then the binges become more frequent, every month, every two weeks, every three days. A person crosses the line, forget about caution, all his tricks come out...

- So, Mrs. van Hopper is sick Monte Carlo, ' he said, and she wants to go home. Me too. She is in new York, I Manderly. Which of these places do you prefer? Choose.
- Do not joke of such things, it's not fair.
- If you think I'm one of those people who love to make jokes at Breakfast, you're wrong, ' he said. - I have in the morning I always in a bad mood. Again, the choice is yours - or are you going to America with Mrs. van Hopper, or home, in Manderly with me.
- You mean you want a Secretary or something like that?
- No, I suggest you to marry me, silly.

- I wish I was thirty-six years old and I was wearing a black satin dress and pearl necklace.
In this case, you would not be sitting with me in the car, he said. And please, leave alone your nails, they are so bitten to the quick.
- You may think me impertinent and rude, - I continued, - but I would like to understand why you call me to ride day after day. You're very kind, it is immediately obvious, but why you chose me for the object of his mercy?
- I invite you - he said seriously - because you do not wear a black satin dress and a pearl necklace and you not thirty-six years.

- I'd like to keep forever here this minute, never to forget.
- What is the compliment - good weather or my art the driver? - he asked and laughed; so the brother could make fun of my sister.