На моём любимом телешоу Дом2, которое в этом году отпраздновало десять лет существования в эфире, находиться на нем около 30 человек, когда выгоняют, когда сами уходят с проекта. Поэтому всегда разное количество участников. Плюс на проекте у многих семейных пар есть дети и скоро еще прибавяться.
Я как-то насчитал в этом шоу около восьмидесяти участников. Это пока не задумываешься, то думаешь, что их мало, а когда задашься целью пересчитать, то потом понимаешь, что их значительно больше. Вот я посидел и подумал и повспоминал немного и пришел к такому выводу, хотя я думаю, что их там наверняка больше.
Я вот читал статью о этом сериале, так там было указано, что в нем принимало участие ровно 44 человека. И это точно, там даже какой-то мудак их перечислял в какой-то передаче, даже называл фамилии каждого чувака и чувихи. Я просто охнерел, потому что знаю, что говорили о том, что нельзя фамилии называть участников, но там называли и это точно.
Это просто обалденный проект и я просто обожаю всех его участников. Я вот лично насчитал тридцать шесть человек, потому что многие мне так запали, что я просто обожаю этих людей. Думаю, что режиссеры их потом разберут и в театры и в кино, потому что ребята очень хорошо работают и играют практически каждый сам-себя.
something like a smothered cry follow it, that nothing short of the most imperative necessity would have given me the courage to call him; my imagination filling the room with all sorts of frightful images; images that did not fade away in a hurry,” she went on, with a look of shrinking terror about her which I am not sure was not reflected in my own face, “when, after the longest waiting I ever had at his door, he slowly came across the room and opened it, showing me a face as white as a sheet, and a hand that trembled so that he dropped the card I gave him and had to pick it up. Had there been a child there ——”
“But there wasn’t!” I interrupted, shocked and forced to defend him in spite of myself.
“No, nor anybody else. For when he went down-stairs, I looked in and there was no one there, and nothing uncommon about the room, except that I thought his bookcase looked as if it had been moved. And it had; for next day when I swept this room — it did not need sweeping, but one can’t wait for ever to satisfy their curiosity — I just looked behind that case, and what do you think I found? A strap — a regular leather strap — just such as ——”
“Good God!” I interrupted; “you do not think he had been using it when you went to the door?”
“I do,” she said. “I think he had a fit of something like insanity upon him, and had been swinging that strap —— Well, I will not say against what, for I do [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] not know, but might it not have been against the fiends and goblins with which crazy people sometimes imagine they are surrounded?”
“Possibly,” I acquiesced, though my [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] tone could not have been one of any strong conviction.
“Insane persons sometimes do strange things,” she continued; “and that he did not show himself violent before folks is no sign he did not let himself out sometimes when he was alone. The very fact that he restrained himself when he went into the pulpit and visited among his friends, may have made [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] him wilder when he got all by himself. I am sure I remember having heard of a case where a man lived for ten years in [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] a town without a single neighbor suspecting him of insanity; yet his wife suffered constantly from his freaks, and finally fell a victim to his violence.”
“But Mr. Barrows was such [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] a brilliant man,” I objected. “His sermons up to the last were models of eloquence.”
“Oh, he could preach,” she assented.
Seeing that she was not to be moved [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] in [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] her convictions, I ventured upon a few questions.
“Have you ever thought,” I asked, “what it was that created such a change in him? You say you noticed it for a month before his death; could any thing have happened to disturb him at that time?”
“Not that I know of,” she answered, with great readiness. “I was away for a week in August, and it was when I first came back that I observed how different he was from what he had been before. I thought at first it was the hot weather, but heat don’t make one restless and unfit to sit quiet in one’s chair. No
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