When he gave us our air-rifles Atticus wouldn’t teach us to shoot. Uncle Jack instructed us in the rudiments thereof; he said Atticus wasn’t interested in guns. Atticus said to Jem one day, I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird. That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it. Your father’s right, she said. Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us.
Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine, in a well-furnished dining parlor, in the town of P——, in Kentucky. There were no servants present, and the gentlemen, with chairs closely approaching, seemed to be discussing some subject with great earnestness.
كان صبرها وحزنها يتصارعان على أيهما يظهرها في أبدع مظهر.كأنك ترى الشمس ساطعة والسماء تمطر في نفس اللحظة.هكذا كانت ابتسامتها ودموعها.وإن كانت أبهى منظرا.تلك الأبتسامات الضئيلة السعيدة التي رفت على شفتيها بدت وكأنها لا تعلم أي الضيوف حلت في عينيها ثم رحلت عنهما كما لو كان الألم يليق بغيرها بهذا الشكل لصار شيئا نادرا تعشقه الناس.
Tokią šypseną, skleidžiančią neišsenkamą pasitikėjimą, padrąsinimą, pamatai tik kekius keturis penkis kartus gyvenime. Akimirką ji tarsi aprėpia visą išorinį pasaulį, paskui, negalėdama atsispirti jūsų žavesiui, grįžta ir susitelkia prie jūsų. Ir jaučiate, kad jus supranta taip, kaip pageidaujate būti suprastas, tiki jumis taip, kaip pats norėtumėt savimi tikėti, ir mato jus tiksliai tokį, koks labiausiai trokštate atrodyti.
But in the dark now and no glow showing and no lights and only the wind and the steady pull of the sail he felt that perhaps he was already dead. He put his two hands together and felt the palms. They were not dead and he could bring the pain of life by simply opening and closing them. He leaned his back against the stern and knew he was not dead. His shoulders told him.