"Kerouac, Jack - Pic" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kerouac Jack) school the afternoon after it and seed nobody
would ever know where I come from, if what they called it was North Carolina. It didn't feel like no North Carolina to me. They said I was the darkest, blackest boy ever come to that school. I always knowed that, cause I seen white boys come by my house, and I seed pink boys, and I seed blue boys, and I seed green boys, and I seed orange boys, then black, but never seed one so black as me. Well, I gave this no never mind, and 'joyed my- self and made some purty pies when I was awful little till I seed it rully did smell awful bad; and all that, and grandpa a-grinnin from the porch, and smokin his old green pipe. One day two white boys came by seed me and said I was verily black as nigger chiles go. Well, I said that I knowed that in- deedy. They said they seed I was too small for what they was about, which I now forget, and I said it was a mighty fine frog peekin from his hand. HE said it was no frog, but a TOAD, and said TOAD like to make me jump a hunnerd miles high. he said it so plain and loud, and they ske- daddled over the hill back of my arandpa's prop- erty. So I knew they was a North Carolina, and they was a toad, and I dreamed of it 'at night. hound dog sit on the steps of his store ever' blessed evenin and I heard the purty singin on the radio just as plain, and just as good, and learned me two, th'ee, seben songs and sing them. Here come Mr. Otis one time in his big old au-to, bought me two bottles Dr. Pepper, en I took one home to grandpa: he said Mr. Otis was a mighty fine man and he knowed his pappy and his pappy's pappy clear back a hunnerd years, and they was good folks. Well, I knowed that: and we 'greed, and agreed Dr. Pepper allus did make a spankin' good fizzle for folkses' moufs. Y'all can tell how I 'joyed myself then. Well here's all where it was laid out. My grand- pa's house, it was all lean-down and 'bout to break, made of sawed planks sawed when they was new from the woods and here they was all wore out like poor dead stumplewood and heavin out in the middle. The roof was like to slip offen its hinges and fall on my grandpa's head. He make it no mind and set there, rockin. The inside of the house was clean like a ear of old dry corn, and jess as crinkly and dead and good for me barefoot as y'all seed if you tried it. Grandpa and me sleep in |
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