این روزها گاهی با تو احساس تنهایی می کنم ، بیشتر دوستانم از تو کوچ کرده اند و رفته اند،من همچنان مانده ام، البته نه تنها، هنوز خیلی ها هستند که دیوانه ی تو هستند، و خواهند ماند.
Anyway, we had it, with brown bread Swiss cheese sandwiches. He helped make them and then ate four. I told him that I had spent last summer at Lock Willow, and we had a beautiful gossipy time about the Samples, and the horses and cows and chickens. All the horses that he used to know are dead, except Grover, who was a baby colt at the time of his last visit--and poor Grover now is so old he can just limp about the pasture.
He asked if they still kept doughnuts in a yellow crock with a blue plate over it on the bottom shelf of the pantry--and they do! He wanted to know if there was still a woodchuck's hole under the pile of rocks in the night pasture--and there is! Amasai caught a big, fat, grey one there this summer, the twenty-fifth great-grandson of the one Master Jervis caught when he was a little boy.
I called him 'Master Jervie' to his face, but he didn't appear to be insulted. Julia says she has never seen him so amiable; he's usually pretty unapproachable. But Julia hasn't a bit of tact; and men, I find, require a great deal. They purr if you rub them the right way and spit if you don't. ( That isn't a very elegant metaphor. I mean it figuratively.)
We're reading Marie Bashkirtseff's journal. Isn't it amazing? Listen to this: 'Last night I was seized by a fit of despair that found utterance in moans, and that finally drove me to throw the dinning-room clock into the sea.'
It makes me almost I'm not a genius; they must be very wearing to have about--and awfully destructive to the furniture.
Mercy! how it keeps Pouring. We shall have to swim to chapel tonight.
crock خمره، سبو
utterance ادا، اظهار، سخن
pantry آبدارخانه، شربت خانه
woodchuck موش خرمایی کوهی
purr صدای خرخر گربه
to purr خرخر کردن