| rīsērčs turpinās [and will be continued again] |
Mar. 3rd, 2010|06:44 pm |
kamēr klausos, tikmēr top. tāpēc pagaidām viss būs ar 'Vējiem Līdzi'..
šis tas aiz ausīm pievilkts, šis tas vnk dažādi viedokļi par vienu un to pašu tēmu, šis tas vnk kkādas intuitīvas atsauces un asociācijas manā galvā..
| GONE WITH THE WIND |
TWILIGHT / ECLIPSE / MIDNIGHT SUN |
| .. and suddenly she heard her own name called-- called in an unmistakable Charleston voice.. |
"Bella?" a different voice called from the distance.
No! Please let me be imagining that horribly familiar voice. |
she caught Rhett Butler’s eye. His lips were twisted in a slight smile.
[pēc konteksta - viņš it ka zin viņas īstās domas, tāpēc smaida] |
I don't think I fooled him, though. A smile was playing around the edges of his lips. |
| She met his eyes unwillingly and saw they were as teasing as a small boy’s. |
His eyes were wickedly amused. |
| "You have an easy face to read." |
".. My face is so easy to read — my mother always calls me her open book." |
“But if Mother ever--”
“Still tied to mamma’s apronstrings.”
“Oh, you have the nastiest way of making virtues sound so stupid.”
“But virtues are stupid. Do you care if people talk?” |
“That’s it, isn’t it?” The short laugh that escaped me was more shocked than amused. “You’re trying to protect your virtue!”
“No, silly girl. I’m trying to protect yours. And you’re making it shockingly difficult.” |
| “And you look gorgeous when you are mad. I’ll squeeze you again - there - just to see if you will really get mad. You have no idea how charming you were that day at Twelve Oaks when you were mad and throwing things.” |
It was odd how endearing her anger was. Like a furious kitten, soft and harmless, and so unaware of her own vulnerability |
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