"Henrik Ibsen - The Wild Duck" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ibsen Henrik)

Where one dines so well, that duty becomes a pleasure.
The Thin-haired Gentleman.
And when it's a case of the struggle for existence, you know —
Mrs. Sorby.
I quite agree with you!
They continue the conversation, with laughter and joking.
Gregers (softly).
You must join in, Hialmar.
Hialmar (writhing).
What am I to talk about?
The Flabby Gentleman.
Don't you think, Mr. Werle, that Tokay may be considered one of the more
wholesome sorts of wine?
Werle (by the fire).
I can answer for the Tokay you had to-day, at any rate; it's one of the very
finest seasons. Of course you would notice that.
The Flabby Gentleman.
Yes, it had a remarkably delicate flavour.
Hialmar (shyly).
Is there any difference between the seasons?
The Flabby Gentleman (laughs).
Come! That's good!
Werle (smiles).
It really doesn't pay to set fine wine before you.
The Thin-haired Gentleman.
Tokay is like photographs, Mr. Ekdal: they both need sunshine. Am I not right?
Hialmar.
Yes, light is important no doubt.
Mrs. Sorby.
And it's exactly the same with Chamberlains — they, too, depend very much on
sunshine,* as the saying is.
The Thin-haired Gentleman.
Oh fie! That's a very threadbare sarcasm!
The Short-sighted Gentleman.
Mrs. Sorby is coming out —
The Flabby Gentleman.
— and at our expense, too. (Holds up his finger reprovingly.) Oh, Madame Bertha,
Madame Bertha!
Mrs. Sorby.
Yes, and there's not the least doubt that the seasons differ greatly. The old
vintages are the finest.
The Short-sighted Gentleman.
Do you reckon me among the old vintages?
Mrs. Sorby.
Oh, far from it.
The Thin-haired Gentleman.
There now! But me, dear Mrs. Sorby — ?
The Flabby Gentleman.
Yes, and me? What vintage should you say that we belong to?
Mrs. Sorby.