Автор:Charles Dickens Год: 1974 Издание:Collins Страниц: 768 ISBN: [не указан] I could not have been much more than ten years old, when I read, for the first time, Our Mutual Friend. My father thought I was too young for Dickens. " He won't see the humour," said my father. " Yes I will," I assured him. " I thought Pickwick tremendously funny. I laughed ever so much when Mr. Pickwick went to sleep in the middle-aged lady's bedroom; and when old Mr. Weller ducked Mr. Stiggins in the horse trough." " I am sorry he began with Pickwick," said my mother. " Mr. Dickens can write such beautiful stories, when he likes. But I have always thought myself that Pickwick is a little vulgar." '' Broad," admitted my father, " a trifle broad. Shakespeare himself" " I cannot see that two wrongs make a right," replied my mother. " Everybody gets drunk, even Mr. Pickwick himself. I don't think it at all a nice book."
