Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

A Domestic Tragedy

Clorinda met me on the way
As I came from the train;
Her face was anything but gay,
In fact, suggested pain.
"Oh hubby, hubby dear!" she cried,
"I've awful news to tell..."
"What is it, darling?" I replied;
"Your mother -- is she well?"

"Oh no! oh no! it is not that,
It's something else," she wailed,
My heart was beating pit-a-pat,
My ruddy visage paled.
Like lightning flash in heaven's dome
The fear within me woke:
"Don't say," I cried, "our little home
Has all gone up in smoke!"

She shook her head. Oh, swift I clasped
And held her to my breast;
"The children! Tell me quick," I gasped,
"Believe me, it is best."
Then, then she spoke; 'mid sobs I caught
These words of woe divine:
"It's coo-coo-cook has gone and bought
A new hat just like mine."

1. Посылка (Пожалуй, подведем итог) • L'Envoi (I guess this is the final score)
2. Вайолетт-де-Вир • Violet de Vere
3. Вечерний чай • Afternoon Tea
4. Шотландское гостеприимство • Highland Hospitality
5. Канун Нового года • New Year's Eve

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