" A curse on you ! " Cornelius exclaimed , quite beyond himself with despair , as he gathered , with his trembling fingers , the remnants of that bulb on which he had rested so many joys and so many hopes .
«Проклятие на тебе!» - воскликнул Корнелиус, вне себя от отчаяния, собирая дрожащими пальцами остатки той луковицы, на которой он покоился так много радостей и так много надежд.
