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...Jeffrey не здоровъ, и его въ этотъ день не выпустили изъ школы. Стыдно сознаться, но я плакала по немъ горькими слезами; такъ ужасно было подумать, что я больше никогда не У В И Ж У его лица; онъ въ эту минуту былъ мне дороже всего на cB-ferfe. Тетя Бантышъ смеялась надо мной, а я гло­тала слезы и старалась казаться веселой: но когда поездъ тронулся, я долго еще притаившись въ углу вагона, предавалась грустнымъ мыслямъ,—и украдкой вытирала слезы, струивнпяся по лицу. Маша Фитингофъ переслала мне потомъ въ Pocciio письмо отъ Jeffrey, въ которомъ онъ пишетъ что: «His heart was broken, when his darling Vava went away; and that he smothers her sweet face with thousand passionate Kisses! Прислала она мне также сти­хи, сочиненные Fttie Ryde, и посвященные мне *). *) Вотъ они: F r o m this large, bustling city. My friend has gone! oh what a pity! W i t h her I lauphed and sung and danced. Since she left me, my love Is much enhanced. «She was merry, she was very^ very wild My friend was a naughty, disobedient child. She fell in love, with handsome men and boys And broke their hearts, as children break their toys-«She first loved a Greek, of colour dark and sallow, I always thought h i m , like a candle made of tallow, But she much admired that dark eyed Greek She would sit by him and softly strike his cheek. « A t lenghth of this Greek youth she grew quite tired, A n d her heart with love to a yound Scotchman was fired. He was young—just turned nineteen Hair browrn, eyes blue, by nature—somewfhat green. «Oh I сапЧ tell of that long long tale of love He thought her constant, sweet, gentle as a dove She believed him mild, kindheartcd, very true. C a n you tell the names of this young couple, can you: «Well, she was no other than Vava, the young princess, She ought to have had more sense, you must confess. He was Jeffrey,—the youth from Glascow town If they read these verses, how they both ...