Как мы писали роман

In the interests of the novel, he strongly recommended me to take down with me at least one comfortable deck chair, and plenty of lemons.	В интересах романа он настоятельно рекомендовал мне захватить с собой на понтон запас лимонов и по меньшей мере один шезлонг.
I could not myself see any reason why we should not be able to think as well on a houseboat as anywhere else, and accordingly it was settled that I should go down and establish myself upon the thing, and that the others should visit me there from time to time, when we would sit round and toil.	Сам я не видел никаких причин, которые могли бы помешать нам мыслить на понтоне столь же успешно, как и в любом другом месте, а потому было решено, что я устроюсь в нашем речном доме, а остальные станут время от времени навещать меня, и тогда мы и будем совместно трудиться.
This houseboat was Ethelbertha's idea.	Мысль о понтонном домике принадлежала Этельберте.
We had spent a day, the summer before, on one belonging to a friend of mine, and she had been enraptured with the life.	Прошлым летом мы провели целый день в таком домике, принадлежащем одному из моих друзей, и Этельберта была очарована.
Everything was on such a delightfully tiny scale.	Все здесь было таким очаровательно крохотным.
You lived in a tiny little room; you slept on a tiny little bed, in a tiny, tiny little bedroom; and you cooked your little dinner by a tiny little fire, in the tiniest little kitchen that ever you did see.	Вы живете в крохотной комнатке, спите в крохотной кроватке в крохотной-крохотной спаленке и варите обедик на крохотном огоньке в самой крохотной кухоньке, какую когда-либо видели.

"Oh, it must be lovely, living on a houseboat," said Ethelbertha, with a gasp of ecstasy; "it must be like living in a doll's house." Ethelbertha was very young--ridiculously young, as I think I have mentioned before--in those days of which I am writing, and the love of dolls, and of the gorgeous dresses that dolls wear, and of the many-windowed but inconveniently arranged houses that dolls inhabit--or are supposed to inhabit, for as a rule they seem to prefer sitting on the roof with their legs dangling down over the front door, which has always appeared to me to be unladylike: but then, of course, I am no authority on doll etiquette--had not yet, I think, quite departed from her. Nay, am I not sure that it had not? Do I not remember, years later, peeping into a certain room, the walls of which are covered with works of art of a character calculated to send any aesthetic person mad, and seeing her, sitting on the floor, before a red brick mansion, containing two rooms and a kitchen; and are not her hands trembling with delight as she arranges the three real tin plates upon the dresser? And does she not knock at the real brass knocker upon the real front door until it comes off, and I have to sit down beside her on the floor and screw it on again? Perhaps, however, it is unwise for me to recall these things, and bring them forward thus in evidence against her, for cannot she in turn laugh at me? Did not I also assist in the arrangement and appointment of that house

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