tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6946204059304442682024-03-13T04:01:33.350-07:00Читаем O`HenryUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-694620405930444268.post-40975681068912361102014-05-27T21:46:00.000-07:002014-05-27T23:34:35.032-07:00THE COP AND THE ANTHEM<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman CYR', serif; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span style="font-size: large;">On his bench in Madison Square, Soapy moved
uneasily. Winter was coming and it was the time for him to look for shelter.
Soapy's desires were not great. Three months in prison was what he wanted.
There he was sure of a little food and a bed, safe from the winter wind and the
cold.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">For years prison had been his shelter during
the winter. Now the time had come again. And that is why he moved uneasily on
his bench. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">Having decided to go to prison, Soapy at once
set about fulfilling his desire. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">There were many easy ways of doing this. The
most pleasant was to dine well at some expensive restaurant, and then, after
saying that he could not pay, be quietly arrested by a policeman and sent to
prison by the judge. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">Soapy got up and walked out of the square and
across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flew together.
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He stopped at the window of a brightly lit cafe. Soapy was shaven, and his coat
and tie were decent. But his boots and trousers were shabby. If he could reach
a table in the restaurant and nobody saw him, he thought, success would be his.
The upper part of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in
the waiter's mind. A roasted duck, two bottles of wine, a cup of coffee, and a
cigar would make him happy for the journey to his winter quarters. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">But just as Soapy entered the restaurant
door, the head waiter's eyes fell upon his shabby trousers and boots. Strong
hands turned him round and pushed him to the sidewalk. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">Soapy turned off Broadway. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">He had to think of another way of getting to
prison. At a corner of Sixth Avenue he saw a brightly lit shop window. Soapy
took a stone and threw it at the glass and broke it. People came running around
the corner, a policeman at their head. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his
pockets, and smiled when he saw the policeman's blue coat. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Where is the man that has done
it?" shouted the policeman. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Do you think I have done it?" said
Soapy in a friendly way. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">The policeman did not understand Soapy's
hint. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">Men who break windows do not usually remain
to speak to policemen. They run away. Just then the policeman saw a man who was
hurrying to catch a car. Club in hand, he rushed after that man. Soapy had
failed again. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">On the opposite side of the street was a
small and cheap restaurant. Soapy came in, sat down at a table, and ate a
beefsteak and an enormous apple-pie. "Now call a policeman. I cannot pay.
I have no money," said Soapy. "And don't keep a gentleman
waiting." <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">"No cop for you," said the waiter,
and seizing Soapy by the collar threw him out of the restaurant. Soapy got up
and beat the dust from his clothes. He was in despair. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">His last hope was to be caught for
"disorderly conduct". Soapy began to yell at the top of his voice. He
danced and cried like a madman. A policeman who was standing nearby turned his
back to Soapy, and remarked to a passer-by: "It's one of those University
lads. They are celebrating their traditional holiday. They are noisy; but they
mean no harm". Soapy stopped in despair. He buttoned his thin coat against
the cold wind and the rain, and walked on. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">At last he reached a street where there was
little traffic and few pedestrians. At a quiet corner he suddenly stopped.
There was an old church in front of him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">Through one window a soft light shone, and he
heard the sweet music of the organ which made him come closer. The moon was
above, cold and beautiful, and the music made Soapy suddenly remember those
days when his life was full of such things as mothers and roses, and ambitions
and friends, and pure thoughts, and clean collars. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">The organ music set up a revolution in him.
There was time yet. He was still young. He would get out of the mire. He would
be somebody in the world. He would — Soapy felt a hand on his arm. He looked
quickly around into the broad face of a policeman. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">"What are you doing here?" he
asked. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Nothing," said Soapy. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Then come along," said the
policeman. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Three months' imprisonment," said
the judge in the Police Court next morning. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: large;">(After O. Henry) <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">1<b> The Cop and the Anthem</b> ['</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">энтэм</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">] – <i>"</i></span><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Полицейский</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">и</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">хорал</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><i>" </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">2 <b>Having decided to go to prison...</b> – </span><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Решив</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">попасть</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">в</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">тюрьму</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><i>... </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b>set about fulfilling his desire</b> – <i>приступил к осуществлению своего плана
(желания) </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">4 <b>to flow together </b>– </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><i>сливаться</i></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> <span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">5 <b>would raise no doubt</b> [daut] <b>in the waiter's
mind</b> – </span><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">не</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">вызовет</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">никаких</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">сомнений</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">у</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">официанта</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> <span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<b>quarters</b> ['kwo:</span><span lang="DE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: DE; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">te</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">z</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">] – <i>зд. квартира, убежище </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b>sidewalk</b> ['saidwo:k] – <i>амер. тротуар </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b>Club in hand</b> – <i>С дубинкой в руке </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">9 <b>to keep waiting</b> – </span><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">заставлять</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">ждать</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> <span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">10 <b>beat the dust from his clothes</b> – </span><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">стряхнул</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">пыль</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">с</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">одежды</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman CYR","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> <span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<b>disorderly conduct</b> [dis,o:dali 'kondekt] – <i>нарушение общественного порядка,
хулиганство </i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-694620405930444268.post-13649298812126784122010-04-15T02:34:00.000-07:002010-04-15T02:36:47.736-07:00THE RANSOM OF RED CHIEF continue<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I addressed the letter to Ebenezer Dorset, and put it into my pocket. As I was leaving, the boy came up to me and said:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Snake-eye, you said I could play the Black Scout while you are away.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Play it, of cause,” said I. “Mr. Bill will play with you. What kind of game is it?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“I am the Black Scout and I have to ride a horse. I am tired of playing Indian</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">[1]</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">… I want to be the Black Scout.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“But what am I to do?”</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">[2]</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> asked Bill.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“You are the horse,” said the boy. “Get down on your hands and knees</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">[3]</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> and I`ll ride on you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“How far are you going to ride?” asked Bill.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Ninety miles,” was the answer.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Ninety miles!” said Bill. “For Heaven`s sake, Sam, hurry back. Return as quickly as you can. I`m sorry we didn`t ask for a thousand dollars only!”</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I walked to the town. While posting the letter at the post office I listened to the people`s talk. A man was telling his friend that old Ebenezer Dorset`s son had been lost or kidnapped. That was all I wanted to know. I posted the letter.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When I got back to the cave I could find neither Bill nor the boy. So I lighted my pipe and set down to have a rest.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">At the end of half an hour I saw Bill. He was walking softly towards the cave. Behind him I saw the boy walking as softly as Bill. He was smiling. Bill stopped, took off his hat. He was hot. The boy also stopped about three yards behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Sam”, said Bill, “you may think I am a bad comrade, but I couldn`t help it</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">[4]</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">. You know I used to take part in many dangerous plans. You know I have always stood by you and was a great help to you in everything you did. But this time I couldn`t help it… the boy is gone. I have sent him home. Everything is lost. My patience has come to an end.”<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“What`s the matter</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">[5]</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">, Bill?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“He rode me,” said Bill. “He rode me ninety miles. Then he gave me oats to eat. And it was not real oats of cause, - it was earth. And then for an hour he asked me questions and I had to explain why there is nothing in holes, why a road runs in both directions, why grass is green. So at the end of two hours I took him by ear and dragged him down the mountain. On the way down</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">[6]</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> he kicked my legs black and blue from the knees down</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">[7]</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">. He bit my hand so hard that I have to use some iodine now. But I am glad to say he is gone.</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">[8]</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> He is gone home. I showed him the road to the town and kicked him so hard that he fell down. I am sorry we have lost the ransom. But we had to choose: either the ransom or</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">[9]</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> Bill Driscoll goes to madhouse.” There was peace and happiness in Bill`s face.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Two Desperate Men.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Gentlemen. I have received your letter to-day by post. You ask me for fifteen hundred dollars` ransom for the return of my son Johnny. I think you are asking too much for him. That is why I am making you a counter-proposition and I hope you will agree to it. You bring Johnny home and pay me two hundred and fifty dollars in cash</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftn12" name="_ftnref12" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">[12]</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">, and I agree to take him off your hands.</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">[13]</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> I advise you to bring him back at night because of the neighbors. They are sure he is lost. If they see you bringing him back, they may kill you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Yours Ebenezer Dorset.”<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“To tell the truth, Bill,” I said, “I am tired of our little friend too. We`ll take him home, pay the ransom and leave the town at once.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">We took Johnny home that night. We told him that his father had bought a rifle and moccasins for him. We also promised to him to hunt bears with him the next day.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">When the boy saw that we were going to leave him at home he screamed and run after us. His father caught him and held him.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“How long can you hold him?” asked Bill.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“I`m not so strong as I used to be,” said old Dorset, “but I think I can promise you ten minutes.”<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">“Enough,” said Bill. “In ten minutes I`ll cross the Central, Southern and Middle Western States. In fifteen minutes I`ll be in Canada.”<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">And although the night was very dark, and Bill was fat, and I was a much better runner then he, it took me a long time to catch up with him.</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftn16" name="_ftnref16" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">[16]</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
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</span></div><hr size="1" style="text-align: left;" width="33%" /><div id="ftn1" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">I am tired of playing Indian – </span>мне надоело играть в индейцев<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn2" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">But</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">what</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">am</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">I</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">do</span>? – А мне что делать? (Глагол <span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">be</span> + инфинитив = долженствование)</div></div><div id="ftn3" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">Get down on your hands and knees – </span>становись на четвереньки<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn4" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">I</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">couldn</span>`<span lang="EN-US">t</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">help</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">it</span> – я не мог совладать с собой</div></div><div id="ftn5" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">What`s the matter? – </span>В чем дело<span lang="EN-US">?<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn6" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">On</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">the</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">way</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">down</span> – пока мы спускались (по дороге вниз)</div></div><div id="ftn7" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn7;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">he</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">kicked</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">my</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">legs</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">black</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">and</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">blue</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">from</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">the</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">knees</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">down</span> – он так лягался, что у меня все ноги от колен к низу в синяках</div></div><div id="ftn8" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn8;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">he</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">is</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">gone</span> – его нет, он ушел</div></div><div id="ftn9" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn9;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">either … or – </span>или<span lang="EN-US">… </span>или<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn10" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn10;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">For an hour I was afraid for his mind – </span>целый час я опасался за его рассудок<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn11" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref11" name="_ftn11" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn11;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">I was afraid to be seen walking up to the tree – </span>Я боялся<span lang="EN-US">, </span>что я буду замечен идущим к дереву<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn12" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref12" name="_ftn12" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn12;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[12]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">in</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">cash</span> - наличными</div></div><div id="ftn13" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref13" name="_ftn13" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn13;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[13]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">take</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">him</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">off</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">your</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">hands</span> - освободить вас от него (букв.: взять его с ваших рук долой)</div></div><div id="ftn14" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref14" name="_ftn14" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn14;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[14]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">after</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">all</span> – в конце концов</div></div><div id="ftn15" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref15" name="_ftn15" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn15;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[15]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">One</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">more</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">night</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">with</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">the</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">boy</span> – еще одна ночь с этим мальчишкой</div></div><div id="ftn16" style="mso-element: footnote;"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/009%20THE%20RANSOM%20OF%20RED%20CHIEF.docx#_ftnref16" name="_ftn16" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn16;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[16]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US">to catch up with him – </span>догнать его<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-694620405930444268.post-4101902910571638302010-03-27T21:39:00.002-07:002012-02-23T18:45:38.304-08:00THE RANSOM OF RED CHIEF<span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">THE RANSOM OF RED CHIEF<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S67cAKzdAxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DyhmvWClLCQ/s1600/1008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S67cAKzdAxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DyhmvWClLCQ/s320/1008.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">I am going to tell you a story about how we tried to kidnap a child.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">Bill and I were in a small town in the state of Alabama when the idea of kidnapping came to us. We needed money. Kidnapping seemed to us the best way to get a lot of money. It did not take us long to select a child for kidnapping. We selected the only child of a rich man named Ebenezer Dorset.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">The kid was a boy of ten, with a face full of freckles. His hair was red, in fact it was bright red. We hoped that Ebenezer would be glad to give us a ransom of two thousand dollars for his son. But wait till I tell you the story.</span></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">About two miles from the town there was a little mountain covered with a thick wood. There was a cave in the mountain. We kept our food and things in the cave.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">One evening we drove in a buggy past Ebenezer`s house. The kid was in the street. He was throwing stones at a cat.</span></span></div><br />
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<a name='more'></a><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“Hey, little boy,” said Bill, “would you like to have a bag of candy and a nice ride?”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">The boy threw a stone at Bill and hit him straight in the eye.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“Old Ebenezer will have to pay an extra five hundred dollars<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></span></span></a> for this,” said Bill, getting out of the buggy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">It took Bill some time to catch the boy and drag him into the buggy. The boy fought like a bear. At last we drove away.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">We took him up to the cave. When it became dark I drove to the little village, three miles away, where we had hired the buggy and left it there. Then I walked back to the cave in the mountain.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">When I came up Bill was sitting near the fire at the entrance of the cave. He was putting plaster on the scratches on his face and arms. The boy was watching the fire. He had two bird feathers in his red hair. When I came up he raised the stick he was holding and cried:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“Ha! you wicked pale-face!<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></span></span></a> Do you dare to enter the camp of Red Chief, the terror of the land<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></span></span></a>?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“He`s all right now,”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></span></span></a> – said Bill, who was examining the scratches on his legs. “We are playing Indian<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></span></span></a>. He is Red Chief and I am prisoner. To-morrow at sunrise he is going to scalp me. By God<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></span></span></a> that kid can kick hard!”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">The boy was having a good time. He liked our cave very much. And he liked to play Indian and to be Red Chief. He forgot that he was a prisoner himself. He gave me the name of Snake-eye, the Spy<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn10" name="_ftnref10" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></span></span></a>. He told me that he was going to burn me in the fire at sunrise.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">Then we had supper. The boy`s mouth was full of bacon and bread but he began to talk. He made a long dinner speech.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></span></span></a> It was something like this:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“I like this very much. I never camped before. I hate to go to school. Are there any real Indians in the woods? I want some more bacon. We have two dogs. Are the stars hot? I don`t likes girls. My father has a lot of money. A parrot can talk but a fish can`t. have you beds to sleep on in this cave? What makes your nose so red, Snake-eye?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">Every few minutes he remembered that he was Red Chief, so he got up and run to the entrance of the cave to see if there were any pale-face hiding there. Now and then<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn12" name="_ftnref12" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[12]</span></span></span></a> he gave a loud war-cry and Bill shivered. That boy terrorized Bill from the very beginning.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“Red Chief,” I asked to the boy, “ do you want to go home?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“What for?” he asked. “ I have no fun at home.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[13]</span></span></span></a> I have to go to school. I like camping here. Are you going to take me home, Snake-eye?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“Not right away,”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn14" name="_ftnref14" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[14]</span></span></span></a> I said. “We`ll stay here in the cave for some time.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“All right,” he said, “that will be fine. I never had such fun in all my life.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">We went to bed at about eleven o`clock. We put Red Chief between us. We were not afraid he would run away. But for three hours we could not fall asleep. Every now and then Red Chief jumped up and shouted in Bill`s ear or mine:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“Somebody is coming. Who is there?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">At last I fell asleep. I dreamed that I had been kidnapped and tied to a tree by a pirate with red hair.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">Early in the morning I was awakened by terrible screams. They came from Bill. I jumped up to see what had happened. Red Chief was sitting on Bill`s chest. With one hand ha has holding Bill`s hair. In the other he had the knife which we used for cutting bacon. He was trying to take Bill`s scalp,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn15" name="_ftnref15" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[15]</span></span></span></a> according to his promise the evening before.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn16" name="_ftnref16" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[16]</span></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">I took the knife away from the fid and told him to go back to sleep. He did so. But from that moment on Bill knew no peace. He did not close his eyes in sleep as long as that boy was with us.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn17" name="_ftnref17" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[17]</span></span></span></a> I could not sleep myself. I remembered that Red Chief had promised to burn me in the fire at sunrise. I wasn`t nervous or afraid but I could not sleep. So I sat up and smoked my pipe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“Why are you getting up so early, Sam?” asked Bill.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“Oh, I want a smoke,” said I, “that`s all!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“You lie,” said Bill. “You are afraid! He said he would burn you at sunrise. And you are afraid he will do it. And he will<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn18" name="_ftnref18" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[18]</span></span></span></a> if he finds a match. What shall we do, Sam? Do you think anybody will pay money to have this little devil back home?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“Of course,” I said, “parents love their kids even if they are little devils. Now, Bill, you and the Chief get up cook some breakfast. I`ll go up to the top of the mountain to look around.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">From the top of the mountain I looked down at the town. I saw the streets very clearly. They were very quiet. I did not see any parents running around, looking for their son.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn19" name="_ftnref19" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[19]</span></span></span></a> And I did not see any policemen arresting anybody for kidnapping a kid. Everything was quiet. Maybe, I said to myself, they have not yet discovered that the boy has been kidnapped.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">When I returned to the cave I saw a frightened Bill standing with his back to the wall. The boy was going to hit him with a large stone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“He put a hot potato down my back,”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn20" name="_ftnref20" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[20]</span></span></span></a> explained Bill. “Then he pressed the potato to my back with his foot. So I had to box his ears.”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn21" name="_ftnref21" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[21]</span></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">I took the stone away from the boy and told him and Bill to make peace.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“You`ll be sorry for that,” said the boy to Bill. “Nobody has ever hit the Red Chief,. Those who tried, had pay for it…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">After breakfast the boy took something out of his pocket. It was a sling. Then he went out of the cave.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“What is he up to now?”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn22" name="_ftnref22" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[22]</span></span></span></a> said Bill nervously. “Is he going to run away, Sam?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“No fear of that<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn23" name="_ftnref23" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[23]</span></span></span></a>,” I said. “He doesn`t look like a boy who likes to stay at home. Quite the contrary.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn24" name="_ftnref24" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[24]</span></span></span></a> And he is having a good time here. But now we must make our plans to get ransom for him. I don`t think his father has noticed his disappearance yet. Maybe he thinks the boy is sleeping at his aunt`s house. She lives a little way from him. But to-day they will discover that he has disappeared. We must send a letter to his father to-night, demanding the two thousand dollars for the boy`s return.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">At the moment we heard a kind of war-cry.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn25" name="_ftnref25" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[25]</span></span></span></a> It came from Red Chief who was sending a shot from his sling.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">A stone as big as an egg hit Bill behind his left ear. He fell across the fire which we had to cook our breakfast. I dragged him out of the fire and threw cold water on his head for half an hour. At last Bill opened his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“Take it easy<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn26" name="_ftnref26" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[26]</span></span></span></a>, Bill,” I said. “You will be allright soon.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“Please, Sam, please,” said Bill, “do not leave me here alone!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">I went out and caught the boy. I shook him until his freckles rattled.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn27" name="_ftnref27" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[27]</span></span></span></a></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“If you don`t stop doing such things,” I said, “I`ll take you home at once. Now, are you going to be good, or not?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“I`ll be good, Snake-eye. Don`t send me home. May I play the Black Scout to-day?”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn28" name="_ftnref28" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[28]</span></span></span></a></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“What kind of game is it?”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn29" name="_ftnref29" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[29]</span></span></span></a> I asked. “I don`t know it. Now I am going away on business for some time. You play with Mr. Bill to-day. Come in and make peace with him. Say you are sorry that you have hit him. Do what I tell you, or you will go home at once!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">Red Chief and Bill shook hands and made peace. I took Bill aside and told him I was going to send a letter to the boy`s father from the nearest post office. In the letter we shall demand the ransom of two thousand dollars and tell him how to pay the money.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“You know, Sam,” said Bill, “that I have always stood by you.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn30" name="_ftnref30" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[30]</span></span></span></a> I have helped you in everything you did. I have never been afraid of the police or anything till we kidnapped this two-legged sky-rocket. The more I stay with him the more nervous I become. Please, don`t leave me with him for a long time!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“I`ll back in the afternoon,” I said. Play with the kid and be kind to him. And now let`s write the letter.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">We took paper and pencil and began to write the letter. Bill asked me to make the ransom fifteen hundred dollars instead of two thousand. He was afraid old Dorset would not pay two thousand dollars for the “freckled wild cat”. That is what he called the boy.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn31" name="_ftnref31" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[31]</span></span></span></a></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“You will get a thousand and I will take only a five hundred,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">This is what I wrote:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">“Ebenezer Dorset.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">We are hiding your boy in a place which is very far from your town. Don`t look for him. It is useless. Neither you nor the police can find him. So, don`t try! You can have him back only on these terms; We demand fifteen hundred dollars for his return. If you agree – write a note and send it with your messenger to-night at half-past eight. A little way from the wood there are three large trees on a road. There is a fence opposite these trees. And at the foot of the fence-post opposite the third tree your messenger will find a small paper box.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">He must put the letter with your answer in that box and go back at once. At midnight you must put the money into the same paper box.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">If you do not do as we ask you to do – you will never see your boy again. If you pay the money – it will take us only three hours to bring him back.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">Two Desperate Men.”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn32" name="_ftnref32" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[32]</span></span></span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><i style="color: blue;">It will continue... </i></o:p></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br clear="all" /></span> <br />
<hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /><div id="ftn1"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>The Ransom of Red Chief </b>– </span>Выкуп за Вождя Краснокожих<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn2"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>would you like to have a bag of candy and a nice ride?</b> – </span>хочешь получить пакетик конфет и немного прокатиться<span lang="EN-US">?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn3"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>Old Ebenezer will have to pay an extra five hundred dollars</b> – </span>старику Эбенезеру придется заплатить лишние<span lang="EN-US"> 500 </span>долларов<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn4"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>Ha! you wicked pale-face!</b> – </span>ах ты<span lang="EN-US">, </span>проклятый бледнолицый<span lang="EN-US">!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn5"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>the terror of the land </b>– </span>гроза этих мест<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn6"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>He`s all right now</b> – </span>сейчас он ещё ничего<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn7"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></span></span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">We</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">are</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">playing</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">Indian</span></b> – мы с ним играем в индейцев</span></div></div><div id="ftn8"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></span></span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">by</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">God</span></b> – ей Богу</span></div></div><div id="ftn9"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></span></span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">that</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">kid</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">can</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">kick</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">hard</span>! </b>– ну и здорово же лягается этот мальчишка!</span></div></div><div id="ftn10"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></span></span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Snake</span>-<span lang="EN-US">eye</span>, <span lang="EN-US">the</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">Spy</span></b> – Шпион-Змеиный глаз</span></div></div><div id="ftn11"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref11" name="_ftn11" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></span></span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">He</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">made</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">a</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">long</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">dinner</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">speech</span>.</b> – он произнес за обедом длинную речь</span></div></div><div id="ftn12"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref12" name="_ftn12" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[12]</span></span></span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">now</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">and</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">then</span></b> – время от времени</span></div></div><div id="ftn13"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref13" name="_ftn13" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[13]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>I have no fun at home</b> – </span>дома мне скучно<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn14"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref14" name="_ftn14" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[14]</span></span></span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Not</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">right</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">away</span></b> – не сейчас, не сразу (ам.)</span></div></div><div id="ftn15"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref15" name="_ftn15" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[15]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>to take Bill`s scalp</b> – </span>снять с Била скальп<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn16"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref16" name="_ftn16" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[16]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>according to his promise the evening before</b> – </span>согласно своему обещанию накануне вечером<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn17"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref17" name="_ftn17" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[17]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>as long as that boy was with us</b> – </span>все время<span lang="EN-US">, </span>пока мальчишка был с нами<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn18"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref18" name="_ftn18" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[18]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>and he will (= and he will do it)</b> – </span>и он сделает это<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn19"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref19" name="_ftn19" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[19]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>I did not see any parents running around, looking for their son.</b> – </span>я не видел<span lang="EN-US">, </span>чтобы какие<span lang="EN-US">-</span>нибудь родители метались в поисках своего сына<span lang="EN-US">.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn20"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref20" name="_ftn20" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[20]</span></span></span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">He</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">put</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">a</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">hot</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">potato</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">down</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">my</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">back</span></b> – он положил мне за шиворот горячую картофелину</span></div></div><div id="ftn21"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref21" name="_ftn21" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[21]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>to box his ears –</b> </span>надавать ему пощечин<span lang="EN-US"> (a box in the ear – </span>пощечина<span lang="EN-US">)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn22"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref22" name="_ftn22" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[22]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>What is he up to now?</b> – </span>Что это он сейчас замышляет?</span></div></div><div id="ftn23"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref23" name="_ftn23" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[23]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>No fear of that </b>– </span>этого нечего бояться </span></div></div><div id="ftn24"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref24" name="_ftn24" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[24]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>Quite the contrary</b> – </span>совсем наоборот</span></div></div><div id="ftn25"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref25" name="_ftn25" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[25]</span></span></span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">a</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">kind</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">of</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">war</span>-<span lang="EN-US">cry</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– что-то вроде военного клича</span></div></div><div id="ftn26"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref26" name="_ftn26" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[26]</span></span></span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Take</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">it</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">easy</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b>– успокойся, не принимай это близко к сердцу</span></div></div><div id="ftn27"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref27" name="_ftn27" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[27]</span></span></span></a><b> <span lang="EN-US">I</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">shook</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">him</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">until</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">his</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">freckles</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">rattled</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b>– Я тряс его до тех пор, пока его веснушки ни застучали друг о друга.</span></div></div><div id="ftn28"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref28" name="_ftn28" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[28]</span></span></span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">May</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">I</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">play</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">the</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">Black</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">Scout</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">to</span>-<span lang="EN-US">day</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– Можно мне сегодня поиграть в разведчика?</span></div></div><div id="ftn29"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref29" name="_ftn29" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[29]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>What kind of game is it? </b>– </span>Что это за игра<span lang="EN-US">?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn30"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref30" name="_ftn30" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[30]</span></span></span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">I</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">have</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">always</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">stood</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">by</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">you</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– я всегда тебя поддерживал (<span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">stand</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">by</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– помогать, поддерживать)</span></div></div><div id="ftn31"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref31" name="_ftn31" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[31]</span></span></span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>That is what he called the boy </b>– </span>так он окрестил <span lang="EN-US">(</span>назвал<span lang="EN-US">) </span>мальчишку<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div><div id="ftn32"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref32" name="_ftn32" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[32]</span></span></span></a><b> </b><span lang="EN-US"><b>Two Desperate Men –</b> </span>двое отчаянных</span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-694620405930444268.post-4310313144767691652010-03-12T02:34:00.000-08:002010-03-12T05:37:13.301-08:00NO STORY<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: red;">NO STORY</b><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title="">[1]</a></span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S5pDdK7ko-I/AAAAAAAAASg/WJx-Hspn660/s1600-h/071+nach+Berlin+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S5pDdK7ko-I/AAAAAAAAASg/WJx-Hspn660/s320/071+nach+Berlin+2.JPG" /></a></div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">The conversation I am going to tell you about took place in the reporter`s room of <i>«The Morning Beacon»</i>.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></span></span></a> I was doing some work for this newspaper. I wrote about anything I could see in New York City during my long walks about its streets. I had very little money because I had no regular work.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title="">[3]</a></span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">One day Tripp came in and stopped at my table. Tripp was working in the printing department. I think he had something to do<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></span></span></a> with pictures, because he always smelled of photographers` chemicals and his hands were always stained and burnt with acids. He was about twenty-five but looked forty. Half of his face was covered with a short red beard, which looked like a door-mat. He looked pale, miserable and unhealthy. <a name='more'></a></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">He used to borrow monet from all of us. He asked for a small sum – from twenty-five cents to a dollar. One dollar was his limit. He knew that nobody would give him more then one dollar. He sat on my table holding one hand with the other with difficulty. But it was no use:<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></span></span></a> both hands were shaking. Whisky!</span></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">That day I had got five new silver dollars as an advance on a story I was writing for the paper. So I was feeling at peace with the world.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title="">[6]</a></span></span></span> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Well, Tripp,’ said I looking up at him, “how are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Have you got<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></span></span></a> a dollar?” asked Tripp. He was looking more miserable than ever.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“I have”, said I. And again I said: “I have five dollars in fact. And I got them with great difficulty, I can tell you. And I am very glad I got them because I need them very much.” I was afraid he would ask me to give him a dollar. So I made everything clear.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“I don`t wont to borrow any money,” said Tripp, and I was glad to hear those words. “I can give you some facts for a story and you can write it up and get a lot of money. It will make an interesting story.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></span></span></a> It will cost you a dollar or two to get the facts for the story. But I don`t want any money for myself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“What are the facts?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“I`ll tell you,” said Tripp. “It`s a girl. A beauty. You have never seen a girl like her. She is a flower… she has lived in a village for twenty years and never saw New York City before. I met her on Thirty-fourth Street. I tell you, she is the most beautiful girl in the world. She stopped me in the street and asked me where she could find George Brown. Asked me where she could find GEORGE BROWN IN NEW YORK CITY! What do you think of that?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">I talked to her, and found out that she was going to marry a young farmer named Hiram Dodd next week. But she cannot forget her first love – George Brown. George left his village some years ago, and came to the city to make his fortune.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></span></span></a> But he forget to go back to his village, so after some time she agreed to marry Hiram Dodd. And now a few days before the wedding Ada – her name is Ada Lowery – suddenly went to the railroad station and took the train for New York City. She is looking for her George. You understand women, I hope: George was not there, so she wanted him<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn10" name="_ftnref10" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></span></span></a>.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Well, you know, I couldn`t leave her in the streets of New York. She was sure that the first person she asked about George Brown would say: ‘George Brown? – Let me see…<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></span></span></a> Is he a short man with light-blue eyes? Yes? Then you will find him on One-hundred and Twenty-fifth Street a little way from the bakery.’ Do you see now what a child she is? A beautiful child! But you must see her!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“What should I do?” – Tripp continued. “I never have money in the morning. And she has paid last cent for her railroad ticket. So I took her to a board-house on Thirty-second Street where I used to live. I left her there. We shall have to pay one dollar for her room. That is the price per day.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn12" name="_ftnref12" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[12]</span></span></span></a> I`ll show you the house.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">I was angry. “What are you talking about, Tripp?” I said. I thought you had facts for a story. Every train brings in or takes out<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[13]</span></span></span></a> hundreds of young girls! What kind of story<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn14" name="_ftnref14" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[14]</span></span></span></a> can I make out of this?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“I am sorry you don`t see what an interesting story you could write,”<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn15" name="_ftnref15" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[15]</span></span></span></a> said Tripp. “You could describe the beauty of the girl; you could write about true love! Well, you know how to do it. I am sure you could get fifteen dollars for the story. And it will cost you only four dollars.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“How will it cost me four dollars?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“One dollars for the room, and two dollars to pay for the girl`s ticket home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“And the fourth dollar?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“One dollar to me,” said Tripp, “for whisky. Do you agree?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">I did not answer him but only smiled and began writing again. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“You don`t understand,” said Tripp, looking more miserable than before. “This girl must be sent home to-day. Not to-night nor to-morrow, but to-day. I can`t do anything for her. I thought you could make a newspaper story out of it and get some money for it. But no matter<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn16" name="_ftnref16" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[16]</span></span></span></a> whether you want to write the story or not – she must get back home before night!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">And then I began to feel sorry for the girl. I knew that my three dollars would be spent on Ada Lowery. But I promised myself that Tripp would not get his dollar for whisky. Very angry I put on my coat and hat.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">It took us half an hour to get to the boarding-house. Tripp rang the bell.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Give me one of the dollars – quick!” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">A woman opened the door a little. Tripp give her the dollar without a word, and she let us in.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn17" name="_ftnref17" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[17]</span></span></span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“She is in the parlor,” said the woman, turning her back on us.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn18" name="_ftnref18" title="">[18]</a></span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">In the dark parlor a girl was sitting at a table. She was crying. Yes, she was beauty! Crying had only made her beautiful eyes brighter.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn19" name="_ftnref19" title="">[19]</a></span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Miss Lowery, this is my friend Mr. Chalmers,” said Tripp. He looked like a beggar in his old coat and I was ashamed when he called me his “friend”.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“My friend,” said Tripp again, “will tell you, Miss Lowery, the same that I did. He is a reporter and he can talk better than I can. That`s why I have brought him here. He is a very clever man. He will tell you what is the best things to do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Miss Lowery,” I began and stopped. I did not know what to say. “I shall be glad to help you, of course, but first tell me your story, please…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“It`s the first time I have ever been to New York<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn20" name="_ftnref20" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[20]</span></span></span></a>,” said the girl. “I had no idea that it was such a big place. And I met Mr…. Mr. Tripp in the street and asked him about a friend of mine, and the brought me here and asked me to wait.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“I advise you, Miss Lowery,’ said Tripp, “to tell Mr. Chalmers all. He is a friend of mine, and he will tell you what to do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Why, of course,” said Ada. “There is nothing to tell… only… that I was going to marry Hiram Dodd next Thursday evening. He has got two hundred acres of land and one of the best farms in our village. But this morning I told my mother that I was going to spend the day with Susie Adams. It was a lie, of course… but I don`t care.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn21" name="_ftnref21" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[21]</span></span></span></a> And I came to New York by train, and I met Mr… Mr. Flip in the street and asked him if he knew where I could find G-G-G… George…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Miss Lowery,” Tripp stopped her, “you told me that you liked this young man, Hiram Dodd. You also told me that he was in love with you and was very good to you.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn22" name="_ftnref22" title="">[22]</a></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Of course I like him,” said Miss Lowery. “And of course he is good to me. Everybody is good to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Of course all men were good to Ada. I was sure that men would always be good to her: she was so beautiful!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“But,” continued Miss Lowery, “last night I began thinking about G… - George… and I…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">And she began to cry again. Such a beautiful spring storm! I was sorry that I could not be of great help to her. I was not George. And I was glad that I was not Hiram. I was glad and sorry at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">By and by<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn23" name="_ftnref23" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[23]</span></span></span></a> the storm passed. She smiled and continue her story.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“George Brown and I were in love with each other since he was eight and I was five. When he was nineteen – that was four years ago – he left out village and went to the city. He said he was going to be a policeman or a president of a railroad company or something like that.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn24" name="_ftnref24" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[24]</span></span></span></a> He promised to come back for me. But I have never heard from him<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn25" name="_ftnref25" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[25]</span></span></span></a> any more. And I… I liked him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">She was going to cry again. But then Tripp said quickly to me: “Mister Chalmers, can you tell the lady what is the best thing to do now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Miss Lowery,” said I, “life is hard for all of us. We seldom marry those whom we first love.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn26" name="_ftnref26" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[26]</span></span></span></a> You say that Mr. Dodd is very good to you and that you like him. I am sure you will be happy when you marry him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Yes,” said Miss Lowery, “I can get along with him.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn27" name="_ftnref27" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[27]</span></span></span></a> He promised me an automobile and a motor-boat. And still, when the time of our wedding was so close – I began thinking about George. I know, he doesn`t write me because something was happened to him. On the day he left he and I got a hammer and a chisel and cut a dime into two pieces. I took one piece and he took the other. We promised to be true to each other and always keep the pieces till we meet again. I keep my piece at home. I see now that it was silly to come up here looking for him. I didn`t know what a big place it is.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Tripp laughed. I saw he was trying to be of help in order to get his whisky dollar.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Oh”, he said, “the boys from the country forget their girls when they come to the city. I am afraid he is in love with other girl now, or may be he has gone to the dogs because of whisky.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn28" name="_ftnref28" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[28]</span></span></span></a> You listen to Mr. Chalmers and go home, and everything will be all right.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">At last she agreed to go home. The three of us went to the station. The price of a ticket to her village was only a dollar and eighty cents. I bought the ticket and also a red, red rose for Miss Lowery. We said good-bye for her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">It was over at last.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn29" name="_ftnref29" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[29]</span></span></span></a> Tripp and I looked at each other. He looked more miserable than ever.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Can you make a story out of it?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Not a line,”<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn30" name="_ftnref30" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[30]</span></span></span></a> said I. “ This is nothing interesting in all this. But we should be glad that we have helped the little girl. That`s all.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“I`m sorry,” said Tripp softly. “I`m sorry you`ve had to spend money.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Let`s try to forget it,” I said. I was not going to give him a dollar for whisky.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Tripp unbuttoned his coat to take a handkerchief out of his pocket. As he did so I noticed a cheap watch-chain across his vest. Something was hanging from the chain. I took it in my hand. It was half of a dime. It had been cut in halves<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn31" name="_ftnref31" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[31]</span></span></span></a> with a chisel.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“What?” I said, looking at him in surprise.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Oh, yes,” he answered, softly. “George Brown, now Tripp. What`s the use?”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftn32" name="_ftnref32" title="">[32]</a></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">I took out a dollar from my pocket and put it into Tripp`s hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /><div id="ftn1"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>No</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>story</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"> – никакого рассказа (зд. «рассказа не получилось»)</span></div></div><div id="ftn2"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>The</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>Morning</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>Beacon</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"> – «Утренний маяк» (название газеты)</span></div></div><div id="ftn3"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>I</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>had</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>no</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>regular</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>work</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"> – у меня не было постоянной работы (зд. Я не был в штате)</span></div></div><div id="ftn4"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>he</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>had</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>something</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>to</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>do</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"> – он имел какое-то отношение</span></div></div><div id="ftn5"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>no</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>use</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b>- бесполезно</span></div></div><div id="ftn6"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>I</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>was</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>feeling</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>at</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>peace</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>with</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>the</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>world</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"> – я чувствовал умиротворение, чувствовал себя в мире со вселенной</span></div></div><div id="ftn7"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>have you got = have you</b><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn8"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>It will make an interesting story. </b>– </span><span style="font-size: large;">Получится интересный рассказ</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn9"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>to make his fortune</b> – </span><span style="font-size: large;">сделать удачу</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">, </span><span style="font-size: large;">разбогатеть</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn10"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>George was not there, so she wanted him</b> – </span><span style="font-size: large;">раз Джорджа не было</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">, </span><span style="font-size: large;">значит он стал нужен ей</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn11"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref11" name="_ftn11" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>let me see</b> – </span><span style="font-size: large;">дайте мне подумать</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">, <o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn12"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref12" name="_ftn12" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[12]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>per day</b> – </span><span style="font-size: large;">в день</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn13"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref13" name="_ftn13" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[13]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>brings in or takes out</b> – </span><span style="font-size: large;">привозит или увозит</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn14"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref14" name="_ftn14" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[14]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>what kind of story </b>– </span><span style="font-size: large;">какой же рассказ</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn15"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref15" name="_ftn15" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[15]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>you</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>could</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>write</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b>– вы могли бы написать (сослагательное наклонение)</span></div></div><div id="ftn16"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference" style="font-size: large;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref16" name="_ftn16" title="">[16]</a> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>no</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>matter</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b>– не важно, не имеет значения</span></div></div><div id="ftn17"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref17" name="_ftn17" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[17]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>Let us in</b> – </span><span style="font-size: large;">впустила нас</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn18"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref18" name="_ftn18" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[18]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>Turning her back on us </b>– </span><span style="font-size: large;">поворачиваясь к нам спиной</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn19"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref19" name="_ftn19" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; 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line-height: 115%;">[27]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>I can get along with him </b>– </span><span style="font-size: large;">я с ним уживусь</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> (</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">to get along</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> – </span><span style="font-size: large;">ладить</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">)<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn28"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/08%20NO%20STORY.docx#_ftnref28" name="_ftn28" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">[28]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>he</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>has</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>gone</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>to</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>the</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>dogs</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>because</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>of</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>whisky</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: large;">– он опустился из-за виски; 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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">If a man disappears in a big city – it is very difficult to find him, - <b>no matter</b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></span></span></a> how many policeman and sleuths will look for him. Very often he is not found by them. Sometimes he appears again but under another name. And sometimes after a year or two the sleuths find out that he was simply moved </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>from one house to the next one</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">.<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title="">[2]</a></span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">A middle-aged man named Meeks, came from the West to New York. He came to find his sister Mrs. Mary Snyder. She was a widow, fifty-two years old, and she was a scrub-woman. When he came to her old address he did not find her there. Mary Snyder had moved away more than a month ago. No one could tell him her new address.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">When he came out of the house Mr. Meeks went up to a policeman who was standing on the corner. He explained his difficulty to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“My sister is very poor,” he said, “and I must find her at once. This year </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>I have made a lot of money in business</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></span></span></a> I want to give her some money. It will be great help to her, I know. But I can`t find her.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b> It`s no use putting an advertisement in the newspaper</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">,<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></span></span></a> because she cannot read.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">The policeman thought for a long time. The longer he thought, the more Mr. Meeks was sure that he would help him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“I can`t tell you what to do,” he said at last. “You can go to police headquarters and ask them to help you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">At police headquarters, <b>they agreed to take part in finding</b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></span></span></a> Mrs. Mary Snyder. Mr. Meek gave them his sister`s photograph. Copies of that photograph were sent to all the police stations of New York. The chief of police gave the case to Detective Mullins. The detective said to Mr. Meeks: “It will not take me long to find her, it`s not a very difficult case. Shave off your beard, fill your pockets with good cigars, and meet me in the Waldorf café at three o`clock this afternoon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“New York is a big city,” said Mullins, “but we have a good system in the detective business. We know how to look for people. We shall find your sister easily. There are two methods that we can use. We`ll try one of them first. Do you say she`s fifty-two?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“ONE HUNDRED BEAUTIFUL CHORUS GIRLS ARE WANTED AT ONCE<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></span></span></a> FOR A NEW MUSICAL COMEDY. CALL AT No. … BROADWAY<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></span></span></a>”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Oh, it will take time to find your sister. I told you that the other method would cost you more. We`ll have to wait till spring. A new directory will be published in spring. We will buy it. I hope that your sister`s mane and address will be in it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“I will take up your case, Mr. Meeks,” said Jolnes at last. “The disappearance of people in this city has always been an interesting problem to me. I remember a case that I solved a year ago. A family of the name of Clark disappeared suddenly from a small flat in which they were living. I watched the flat for several months. One day I took notice that a grocer`s boy always walked backward when he carried the milk upstairs. This fact give me an idea which helped me to solve the mystery. Very soon I found the family that had disappeared. They had simply moved into the flat <b>across the hall</b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[13]</span></span></span></a> and changed their name from CLARK to KRALC. That was all.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">‘Well, Mr. Meeks, the problem is solved. I can take you at once to the house where your sister is living. And do not worry about her. She is not poor, she has a lot of money.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“On this torn piece of card,” he said, “you see the word ‘left’, the letter ‘C’, and the number ‘12’. I know that No, 12 Avenue C is </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>a first-class boarding house</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftn14" name="_ftnref14" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[14]</span></span></span></a> Only rich people can live there. But then I found this piece of a theatre programme. What does this mean? I shall explain it to you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“He is a leader,” said Jolnes, “of a </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>new modern school of detectives</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftn18" name="_ftnref18" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[18]</span></span></span></a> Their methods are different from ours. But I know that Juggins has solved some very difficult cases. I will take you to him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Do I understand that your sister is a poor widow fifty-two years of age: that </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>she is making her living by scrubbing floors</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">;<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftn21" name="_ftnref21" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[21]</span></span></span></a> that she is not good-looking and has a large mole on the side of her nose?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“You have described her very well,” said Meeks. Juggins got up and put on his </span><span style="font-size: large;">hat.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Your sister, Mary Snyder,” he said, “is living at No. 162 Chilton Street. You will find her on the fifth floor. The house is only a little way from here. It will take you ten minutes to get there. Mr. Jolnes and I will wait for you here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“She is there, and she is well!” he cried. “How much?” “Two dollars,” said Juggins.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Of course,” answered Juggins. “Do you remember the description of Mrs. Snyder? She is fifty-two years old, with a mole on the side of her nose… Not a beautiful face… I don`t know why, but woman of such appearance like to have enlarged portraits of themselves. If they are poor they usually pay weekly installments for their portraits. I was sure that Mrs. Snyder was also paying weekly installments for her enlarged portrait. The biggest factory where this work is done, is not far from there. I went there and got her address out of the book with the addresses of their customers. That`s all.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>are wanted at once</b> – </span><span style="font-size: large;">срочно требуются</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>Broadway</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"> – Бродвей – главная улица Нью-Йорка, на которой сосредоточены увеселительные заведения и театры</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8/OHenry/THE%20SLEUTHS.docx#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></span></span></a> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><b>a poor hard-working woman </b>– </span><span style="font-size: large;">бедная труженица</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-694620405930444268.post-83638342253881905762010-02-10T00:20:00.000-08:002010-03-12T05:43:23.769-08:00THE TRIMMED LAMP<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: red;">THE TRIMMED LAMP</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[1]</span></b></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S5pE744QQ5I/AAAAAAAAATI/TEzRt4hQKcc/s1600-h/2+allee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S5pE744QQ5I/AAAAAAAAATI/TEzRt4hQKcc/s320/2+allee.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Lou</span></b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[2]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> and Nancy were friends. They came to New York to find work because there was not enough to eat at their homes. Nancy was nineteen. Lou was twenty. <b>Both Nancy and Lou<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[3]</span></b></span></span></a></b> were very pretty. Lou found work in a laundry. She was an ironer. Nancy began to work as a sales-girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">At the end of six months of their life in the big city, Lou met a young man named Dan. They soon became good friends. In fact they fell in love with each other. <b>They went out</b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[4]</span></span></span></a> together several times a week.</span><br />
<a name='more'></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"<b>Aren't you cold</b>,<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[5]</span></span></span></a> Nancy?" Lou asked her friend one evening. They were standing on the corner waiting for Dan. "I feel sorry for you. Why are you working in that old store for eight dollars a week? <b>I made<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[6]</span></b></span></span></a></b> eighteen dollars last week! Of cause, ironing is not so pleasant as selling gloves in a store, but <b>it pays</b>.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[7]</span></span></span></a> None of the ironers make less than ten dollars a week. I like my work."</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"And I like mine," said Nancy," <b>even though<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[8]</span></b></span></span></a></b> I make only eight dollars a week. I like to work in a big store, and to be among beautiful things and nice people. One of our sales-girls married a steel maker from Pittsburg. He makes a lot of money! You may be sure I'll catch a millionaire some day! And whom can you marry working in a laundry?"</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Why, I met Dan in the laundry," said Lou. "He came in to get his Sunday shirt and collars and saw me. I was ironing. Later he said he had noticed my arms first, how white and round they were. I tell you, some very rich men come to laundries. Of cause <b>if you want to starve and put on airs</b>,<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[9]</span></span></span></a> do as you like!"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Just then Dan came. He was an electrician, making thirty dollars a week. It was clear he was in love with Lou, he looked at her with sad eyes of Romeo.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Nancy, I want to introduce to you my friend, Mr. Owens. Dan, shake hands with Miss Danforth," said Lou.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I'm very glad to meet you, Miss Danforth," said Dan. "I've heard so much about you from Lou."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Thanks," said Nancy, "I've heard from her about you, too."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I have tickets for a theatre," said Dan. "Let's all go."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">The three of them<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn10" name="_ftnref10" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[10]</span></b></span></span></a></span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> started out to have a good time together.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">II<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Nancy had no gentlemen friends</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[11]</span></span></span></a> Nobody waited for her after work. Some of the sales-girls joked that she was waiting to "catch a millionaire". "<b>I'll make the biggest catch in the world, - or nothing at all!</b>"<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn12" name="_ftnref12" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[12]</span></span></span></a> <b>she used to<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[13]</span></b></span></span></a></b> say.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">One day, two of the sales-girls who worked with Nancy invited her to have dinner together with them and their gentlemen friends. The dinner took place in a fashionable cafe.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">One of the gentlemen friends had no hair on his head, - the other wore a diamond ring and <b>liked neither the food nor the wine</b>.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn14" name="_ftnref14" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[14]</span></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">The next day the gentleman with the diamond ring appeared in the shop and asked Nancy to marry him. She said 'no'. When he left, one of the girls said to Nancy:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"<b>What a terrible fool you are!</b> <a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn15" name="_ftnref15" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[15]</span></span></span></a> that fellow is a millionaire - he is son of Van Skittles himself! Are you mad, Nancy? What do you want? Do you want to be a <b>Mormon<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn16" name="_ftnref16" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[16]</span></b></span></span></a></b> and marry Rockefeller¶ und the King of Spain at the same time?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I don't want his money" said Nancy. "I don’t like him, that's all! I want to marry a rich man, that's true. But I also want to like him!"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">III<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Lou <b>worked on<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn17" name="_ftnref17" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[17]</span></b></span></span></a></b> in the laundry. Out of her eighteen dollars a week she paid six dollars for her room and board. The rest of the money went for clothes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">When the day's work was over she met Dan who was always waiting for her outside the laundry. Sometimes Dan did not like her clothes, they were too bright - he thought - and <b>in bad taste</b>.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn18" name="_ftnref18" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[18]</span></span></span></a> but she liked bright clothes, and when people in the streets looked at her, she liked that very much.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Dan and Lou always asked Nancy to come with them when they went to have a good time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">One Saturday afternoon the two girls met, and Lou said:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Dan is always asking me to marry him. But <b>why should I?<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn19" name="_ftnref19" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[19]</span></b></span></span></a></b> I am independent. Now I can do what I like with the money I make. And if I marry Dan he will not allow me to work. Nancy, what are your plans for the future? Have you caught your millionaire yet?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Not yet," said Nancy with a laugh. "I haven't selected one yet..."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"You are joking, of cause," said Lou. "Millionaires don't notice working girls like us. Still I am sure that I'll catch one before you do."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">IV<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Nancy worked on. She watched and studied the rich men and women who came to the store. She hoped some day to find the man she could marry.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">So she kept her lamp trimmed and burning to receive her bridegroom when he should come</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn20" name="_ftnref20" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[20]</span></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">One Thursday evening Nancy left the store and walked over to the laundry. Dan and Lou had invited her to go to a musical comedy with them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Dan was just coming out of the laundry when she arrived. There was a strange nervous look on his face.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I hoped to find out something about her. I thought <b>they had heard from her,</b>"<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn21" name="_ftnref21" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[21]</span></span></span></a> he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Heard from whom? What are you talking about?" said Nancy. "Isn't Lou there?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I thought you knew everything," said Dan. "She hasn't been here or at the house where she lived since Monday. She took all her things from there. She told one of the girls in the laundry that she was going to Europe."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Has anybody seen her anywhere?" asked Nancy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Dan looked at her. His gray eyes were like steel. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"They told me in the laundry," he said, "that they saw her yesterday... In an automobile. With one of those millionaires that you and Lou were always talking about."</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">For the first time<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn22" name="_ftnref22" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[22]</span></b></span></span></a></span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> in her life Nancy did not know what to say. Then she laid her hand on Dan's arm and said:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"You have no right to say such a thing to me, Dan. Do you think that she has done it because of my jokes about millionaires? I am sorry for you, but <b>I have nothing to do with it.</b>"<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn23" name="_ftnref23" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[23]</span></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I'm sorry I said it," answered Dan, "Don't be angry with me!"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I have tickets for a show to-night," he said a moment later. "If you..."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Nancy saw how miserable he was and she felt sorry for him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I'll come with you, Dan," she said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">V<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Three months passed before Nancy saw Lou again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">One evening she was hurrying home from the store. Suddenly somebody called her name. She turned around and saw Lou who caught her in her arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Nancy noticed at once that Lou had become rich. She was very well dressed and had diamond rings on her fingers.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"<b>You little fool</b>,"<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn24" name="_ftnref24" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[24]</span></span></span></a> cried Lou, "I see you are still working in that store. I see you haven't caught a millionaire yet."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">And then Lou looked and saw that Nancy had something better than money, something that shone brighter than stars in her eyes, something that was redder than a rose in her cheeks. Happiness!</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Yes, I'm still in the store," said Nancy, "but I am going to leave it next week. I've made my catch, the best catch in the world. I'm going to be married to Dan... To Dan! He is my Dan now."</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">A policeman, going around the corner of the park saw two young women. One of them, with diamond rings on her fingers was crying like a child. The other, a simply dressed working girl, was trying to console her. The policeman passed on. He knew <b>he could not help the one who was crying</b>.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftn25" name="_ftnref25" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[25]</span></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div><br />
<hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /><div id="ftn1"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[1]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">The</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">Trimmed</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">Lamp</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>–Заправленный светильник (зд.в смысле постоянный свет, маяк)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn2"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[2]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">Lou</span></b> [<span lang="EN-US">lu</span>:] – уменьшительное от женского имени <span lang="EN-US">Louise</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn3"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[3]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> <b>Both Nancy and Lou</b> – </span>и Нэнси<span lang="EN-US">, </span>и Лу</div></div><div id="ftn4"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[4]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">They</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">went</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">out</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b>– </b>они ходили развлекаться (<span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">go</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">out</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– выходить, бывать в обществе)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn5"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[5]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">Aren</span></b><b>'</b><b><span lang="EN-US">t</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">you</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">cold</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– неужели тебе не холодно<span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn6"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[6]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">I</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">made</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b>– </b>я заработала (досл. я сделала)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn7"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[7]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">it pays</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> – </span></b>это хорошо оплачивается<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn8"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[8]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">even though</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></b>– даже если<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn9"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[9]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">if you want to starve and put on airs</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> – </span></b>если ты хочешь голодать и важничать</div></div><div id="ftn10"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[10]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">The three of them</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>все трое</div></div><div id="ftn11"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref11" name="_ftn11" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[11]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">Nancy had no gentlemen friends.</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> – </span></b>У Нэнси не было кавалеров<span lang="EN-US">.</span></div></div><div id="ftn12"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref12" name="_ftn12" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[12]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">I</span></b><b>'</b><b><span lang="EN-US">ll</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">make</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">the</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">biggest</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">catch</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">in</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">the</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">world</span></b><b>, - </b><b><span lang="EN-US">or</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">nothing</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">at</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">all</span></b><b>!</b><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> – </span></b>Либо я подцеплю самого лучшего в мире кавалера, либо мне вообще никого не надо!<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn13"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref13" name="_ftn13" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[13]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">she used to</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> - </span></b>обычно<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn14"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref14" name="_ftn14" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[14]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">liked neither the food nor the wine</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b>– </b>не понравились ни кушанья, ни вино<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn15"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref15" name="_ftn15" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[15]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">What a terrible fool you are!</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> –</span></b>Какая ты ужасная дура<span lang="EN-US">!</span></div></div><div id="ftn16"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref16" name="_ftn16" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[16]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">Mormon</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b>[‘<span lang="EN-US">mo</span>:<span lang="EN-US">m</span>э<span lang="EN-US">n</span>] – мормон(ка) (мормоны – северо-американская секта, возникшая в 30-х годах <span lang="EN-US">XIX</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span>в. Среди членов этой сеты распространено многоженство)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn17"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref17" name="_ftn17" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[17]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">worked on</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b>–</b><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></b>продолжала работать<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn18"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref18" name="_ftn18" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[18]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">in</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">bad</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">taste</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;">– </span></b>в плохом вкусе, безвкусный (об одежде)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn19"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref19" name="_ftn19" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[19]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">why should I? </span></b><span lang="EN-US">(= why should I do it?) – </span>зачем мне это нужно<span lang="EN-US">? </span>(почему я должна это делать?)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn20"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref20" name="_ftn20" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[20]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">So</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">she</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">kept</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">her</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">lamp</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">trimmed</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">and</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">burning</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">to</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">receive</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">her</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">bridegroom</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">when</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">he</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">should</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">come</span></b>. – Её светильник был всегда заправлен и зажжён, чтобы принять суженого, когда он появится (Ссылка на образ неувядающей надежды, на мифологический образ невесты, ожидающей своего суженого)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn21"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref21" name="_ftn21" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[21]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">they</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">had</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">heard</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">from</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">her</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;">– </span></b>они должны что-то знать про неё<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn22"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref22" name="_ftn22" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[22]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">For the first time</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> - </span></b>впервые<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn23"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref23" name="_ftn23" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[23]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">I</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">have</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">nothing</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">to</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">do</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">with</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">it</span></b><b>.</b><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> – </span></b>Я к этому не имею никакого отношения.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn24"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref24" name="_ftn24" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[24]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">You little fool</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> – </span></b>ах ты<span lang="EN-US">, </span>глупышка</div></div><div id="ftn25"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/6%20THE%20TRIMMED%20LAMP.doc#_ftnref25" name="_ftn25" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[25]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">he could not help the one who was crying</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;">– </span></b>он не мог помочь той (девушке), которая плакала<o:p></o:p></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-694620405930444268.post-57709622136537047882010-02-03T23:44:00.000-08:002010-03-12T05:42:10.699-08:00LOST OF DRESS PARADE<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: red;">LOST OF DRESS PARADE</span><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[1]</span></b></span></span></a></span></b><b><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S5pEp_C11aI/AAAAAAAAATA/8jEOWdrqthg/s1600-h/lives.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S5pEp_C11aI/AAAAAAAAATA/8jEOWdrqthg/s320/lives.jpg" /></a></div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">When in the evening Mr. Towers Chandler appeared in the streets of New York people <b>took him for</b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[2]</span></span></span></a> a rich young man. He was handsome, well dressed and sure on himself. <b>In a word</b>,<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[3]</span></span></span></a> he looked like a typical clubman going out to have a good time. No one knew that he was not rich. He was in fact quite poor.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Chandler was twenty-two years old. He worked in the office of an architect and got eighteen dollars a week. At the end of each week he put aside one dollar out of his salary. At the end of each ten weeks he ironed his evening suit and went out to have a good time. He usually dined at a fashionable restaurant where there was wine and music. <b>It took him ten weeks</b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[4]</span></span></span></a> to accumulate his capital of ten dollars and it took him only a few hours to spend it, playing the role of a rich idler.</span><br />
<a name='more'></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">One night he went out, dressed in his evening clothes and started for the restaurant where he dined one evening out of seventy.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">He was just going to turn around the corner</span></b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[5]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;"> when a young girl in front of him slipped on the snow and fell down. Chandler ran up and <b>helped her to her feet</b>.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[6]</span></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Thank you," said the girl. "I think I have twisted my ankle."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Does it hurt very much?" asked Chandler.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Yes, it goes," she answered, "but I think I shall be able to walk in a few minutes."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"<b>Can I do anything for you?</b>"<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[7]</span></span></span></a> said Chandler. "I will call a cab, or..."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Thank you," said the girl again, "but I don't want to trouble you any longer..."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Chandler looked at the girl. She was very young. Her face was both beautiful and kind. She was dressed in a cheap black dress that looked like a uniform that sales-girls wear. A cheap black hat was on her shining dark-brown hair. She looked a <b>working girl of the best type</b>.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[8]</span></span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">A sudden idea came into the young architect's head. He decided to ask this girl to dine with him. He was sure she was a nice girl. Her speech and manners showed it. And <b>in spite of</b> <a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[9]</span></span></span></a> her simple clothes <b>he felt he would be happy</b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn10" name="_ftnref10" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[10]</span></span></span></a> to sit at table with her. He thought: This poor girl has never been to a fashionable restaurant, it is clear. She will remember the pleasure for a long time.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I think," he said to her, "that your foot must rest for some time. Now, I am going to tell you something. <b>I am on my way to dine</b>.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[11]</span></span></span></a> come with me. We'll have a nice dinner and a pleasant talk together. And <b>when our dinner is over</b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn12" name="_ftnref12" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[12]</span></span></span></a> you your foot will be better, I am sure."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">The girl looked up into Chandler's clear, blue eyes. Then she smiled. "We don't know each other. I'm afraid it is not right," she said.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Why not?" asked the young man. "I'll introduce myself. My name is Towers Chandler. I will try to make our dinner as pleasant as possible. And after dinner I will say good-bye to you, or will take you to your door as you wish."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"But how can I go to the restaurant in this old dress and hat?" said the girl, looking at Chandler's evening suit.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"<b>Never mind that,</b>"<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[13]</span></span></span></a> said Chandler. "I'm sure you will look better in them than any one we shall see there in the richest evening dress."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I think, I will go with you, Mr. Chandler," said the girl, "because my ankle still hurts me. You may call me... Miss Marian."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"All right, Miss Marian," said the young architect, "<b>you will not have to walk far</b>.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn14" name="_ftnref14" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[14]</span></span></span></a> There is a very good restaurant a little way from here. You will have to hold my arm and walk slowly. It will take only a few minutes to get there."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">The two young people came to the restaurant and set down at a table. Chandler ordered a good dinner. He felt quite happy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">The restaurant was full of richly-dressed people. There was a good orchestra playing beautiful music. The food was excellent. His companion, even in her cheap hat and dress, looked more beautiful than some ladies in evening dresses.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">And then... <b>Some kind of madness came upon</b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn15" name="_ftnref15" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[15]</span></span></span></a> Towers Chandler. He began to play the role of a rich idler before the girl. He spoke of clubs and teas, of playing golf and riding horses and tours in Europe. He could see that the girl was listening to him with attention, so <b>he told her more and more lies</b>.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn16" name="_ftnref16" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[16]</span></span></span></a> <b>The longer he talked the more</b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn17" name="_ftnref17" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[17]</span></span></span></a> lies he told her about his life.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">At last she sais: "Do you like living such an idle life? Have you no work to do? Have you no other interests?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"My dear Miss Marian," he exclaimed, "work! I am too busy to work. It takes so much time to dress every day for dinner, to make a dozen visits in an afternoon... I have no time for work."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">The dinner was over. The two young people walked out to the corner where they had met. Miss Marian walked very well now, her ankle was much better.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"<b>Thank you for a nice time</b>,"<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn18" name="_ftnref18" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[18]</span></span></span></a> she said to Chandler. "I must run home now. I liked the dinner very much, Mr. Chandler."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">He shook hands with her, smiling, and said that he also had to hurry. He was going to his club to play bridge.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">In his cheap cold room Chandler put away his evening suit to rest for sixty nine days.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"That was a fine girl," he said to himself. "<b>I should like</b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn19" name="_ftnref19" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[19]</span></span></span></a> to meet her again. I have made a mistake in playing the role of a rich idler before a poor working girl. Why did I lie to her? <b>All because of my evening suit</b>,<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn20" name="_ftnref20" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[20]</span></span></span></a> I think... I'm sorry it's all over!"</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">After she had left Chandler the girl came to a rich and handsome house facing on a beautiful avenue. She entered a room where a young lady was looking out of the window.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Oh, Marian!" she exclaimed when the other entered. "When will you stop frightening us? Two hours ago you run out in this old dress and Helen's hat. Mother is so worried. She sent the chauffeur in the automobile to look for you. You are a bad, bad girl, Marian!"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">Then she pressed a button. A servant came in and she said:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Helen, tell Mother that Miss Marian has returned."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Don't be angry with me, Sister," said Marian. "I only ran down to my dressmaker to tell her to use blue button instead of white for my new dress. My old dress and Helen's hat were <b>just what I needed</b>.<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn21" name="_ftnref21" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[21]</span></span></span></a> Every one thought I was a sales-girl, I am sure."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Dinner is over, dear, you were away so long," said Marian's sister.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"I know," said Marian. "I slipped in the street and twisted my ankle. So I walked to a restaurant with great difficulty and set there until my ankle was better. That's why I was so long."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">The two girls sat down at the window, looking out. Then Marian said: "We will have to marry one day, both of us. We have too much money, so <b>we shall not be left in peace</b>,<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn22" name="_ftnref22" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[22]</span></span></span></a> I am sure. Shall I tell you <b>the kind of man</b><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn23" name="_ftnref23" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[23]</span></span></span></a> I can love?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Go on, dear," said her sister smiling.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">"The man I can love must have clear blue eyes, he must be handsome and good and mustn't try to flirt. But I shall love <b>a man like that</b> <a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn24" name="_ftnref24" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[24]</span></span></span></a> only if he is not lazy, if he has some work to do in the world. <b>No matter<a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftn25" name="_ftnref25" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">[25]</span></b></span></span></a></b> how poor he is I shall love him. But, Sister, dear, what kind of young men do we meet every day? They live an idle life between visits to their friends and visits to their clubs. No, I can't love a man like that, even if his eyes are blue and he is handsome; even if he is kind to poor girls whom he meets in the street."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div><br />
<hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /><div id="ftn1"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[1]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">Lost</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">on</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">dress</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">parade</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span>–<i>зд</i>. Неудача из-за щегольства<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn2"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[2]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> To take for – </span>принимать за<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn3"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[3]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> In a word – </span>одним словом<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn4"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[4]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">It</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">took</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">him</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">ten</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">weeks</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– у него уходило десять недель<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn5"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[5]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">He was just going to turn around the corner – </span>он как раз собирался завернуть за угол</div></div><div id="ftn6"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[6]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> Helped her to her feet – </span>помог ей подняться на ноги<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn7"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[7]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">Can</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">I</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">do</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">anything</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">for</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">you</span>? – Могу я быть чем-нибудь вам полезен?<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn8"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[8]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">working</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">girl</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">of</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">the</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">best</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">type</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– <i>зд.</i> вполне порядочная девушка-работница<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn9"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[9]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">In</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">spite</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">of</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– несмотря на<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn10"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[10]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">He</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">felt</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">he</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">would</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">be</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">happy</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– он почувствовал, что был бы счастлив<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn11"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref11" name="_ftn11" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[11]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> <b>I am on my way to dine</b>. – </span>Я иду обедать<span lang="EN-US">.</span></div></div><div id="ftn12"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref12" name="_ftn12" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[12]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> <b>When our dinner is over</b> – </span>когда обед кончится<span lang="EN-US"> (to be over –</span>оканчиваться<span lang="EN-US">)</span></div></div><div id="ftn13"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref13" name="_ftn13" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[13]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">Never</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">mind</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">that</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– это неважно, не обращай внимания<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn14"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref14" name="_ftn14" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[14]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">you will not have to walk far</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>тебе не придется идти далеко</div></div><div id="ftn15"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref15" name="_ftn15" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[15]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">Some kind of madness came upon</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>какое<span lang="EN-US">-</span>то умопомрачение нашло</div></div><div id="ftn16"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref16" name="_ftn16" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[16]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> <b>He told her more and more lies</b> – </span>он всё больше и больше лгал ей</div></div><div id="ftn17"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref17" name="_ftn17" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[17]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">The</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">longer</span></b><b>… </b><b><span lang="EN-US">the</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">more</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b>– чем дольше… тем больше<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn18"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref18" name="_ftn18" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[18]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">Thank</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">you</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">for</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">a</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">nice</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">time</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– благодарю вас за приятно проведенное время<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn19"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref19" name="_ftn19" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[19]</span></b></span></span></b></span></a><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">I</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">should</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">like</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– мне бы хотелось<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn20"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref20" name="_ftn20" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[20]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">all because of my evening suit</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>всё из<span lang="EN-US">-</span>за моего вечернего костюма</div></div><div id="ftn21"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref21" name="_ftn21" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[21]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">just</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">what</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">I</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">needed</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– именно то, что мне было нужно<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn22"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref22" name="_ftn22" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[22]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">we</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">shall</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">not</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">be</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">left</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">in</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">peace</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– нас не оставят в покое (пока мы не выйдем замуж)<o:p></o:p></div></div><div id="ftn23"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref23" name="_ftn23" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[23]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">the kind of man</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>какого человека</div></div><div id="ftn24"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref24" name="_ftn24" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[24]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">a man like that – </span></b>такого человека</div></div><div id="ftn25"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="file:///D:/AAA_Mama/000%20%1A=838/OHenry/5%20Lost%20of%20dress%20parade.doc#_ftnref25" name="_ftn25" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">[25]</span></span></span></span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span><b><span lang="EN-US">no</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">matter</span></b><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b>– </b>не имеет значения, неважно<o:p></o:p></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-694620405930444268.post-7364535901594379452010-01-27T00:50:00.000-08:002010-03-12T05:44:53.342-08:00SCHOOL AND SCHOOLS<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #365f91; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: red;">SCHOOL AND SCHOOLS</span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><b><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #365f91; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></b></a><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I<o:p></o:p></span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S5pFRyb7Q3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/J67ibwUdN9s/s1600-h/gitar2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S5pFRyb7Q3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/J67ibwUdN9s/s320/gitar2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Old Jerome Warren lived in a hundred-thousand dollar house in East Fifteenth Street. He was so rich that he could allow himself to walk to his office for his health.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">His wife was dead and he had no children. But his wife`s niece Barbara lived in his house. He also had an adopted son, - the son of old friend – named Gilbert. Gilbert was an artist and had a studio a little way from<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></a> old Jerome`s house.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Gilbert and Barbara were friends. People hoped that some day they would marry<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></a> and spend the old man`s money together. But here I have to introduce some difficulties.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></a></span><br />
<a name='more'></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></a></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Thirty years ago when old Jerome was young, he had a brother named Dick. Dick went West hoping to find gold. Nothing was heard of him<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></a> for many years. Then one day old Jerome got a letter from his brother. It was clear that the man who wrote it was very ill. In fact Dick wrote that he was dying and was writing with great difficulty. In his letter he asked his brother to take care of Nevada, his nineteen-year old daughter, the only child he had.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></a> He was going to send her to Jerome at once. Old Jerome could not say “no” to his dying brother. So he said “yes”.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Old Jerome, Barbara and Gilbert met Nevada Warren at the station.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">She was not a very big girl, but strong and good-looking.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I`m sure we shall be the best of friends,” said Barbara, kissing Nevada.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I hope so,” said Nevada.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Dear little niece,” said old Jerome, “you are welcome<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></a> to my house. It is your house now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">II<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">When we hear about any difficulties between one man and two women, or one woman and two men, - we call such situations – triangles. Very soon Nevada, Barbara and Gilbert formed such a triangle. And Barbara formed the hypotenuse of this triangle.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></a></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">One morning old Jerome sat a long time after breakfast, reading his newspaper. A servant brought in a note for Miss Nevada.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“A messenger has brought it,” she said. “He is waiting for the answer”.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Nevada took the letter. She knew it was from Gilbert before she opened it because of<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></a> the little gold palette in the left-hand corner of the envelope. All of Gilbert`s envelopes had such palettes. Nevada opened the envelope and looked at the note attentively. She looked at it for some time and then went up to her uncle.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Uncle Jerome,” she said. “Is Gilbert a nice boy?”</span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Oh, yes, of cause, he is,” said old Jerome, who was very fond of both Gilbert and Nevada<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn10" name="_ftnref10" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></a>. “He is a very nice boy. I raised<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></a> him myself. Why do you ask?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Are you sure, uncle Jerome, that Gilbert will never write anything that is not nice?”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn12" name="_ftnref12" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[12]</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Of cause I am, my dear,” said old Jerome. “I am sure that Gilbert cannot write anything that is not nice. But I don`t understand why you ask me that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Read this note and see for yourself,” said Nevada. “Do you think that everything in it is all right? I don`t know much about city people and their manners. That`s why I am asking you.”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Old Jerome took Gilbert`s note and looked at it attentively. He read it twice, and then a third time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Why,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[13]</span></a> child,” he said at last, “I was sure of the boy and I have not made mistake. There is nothing bad in the note. He only asks you and Barbara to be ready at four o`clock this afternoon for an automobile drive. I don`t see anything bad in it. I hope you will have a good time.”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn14" name="_ftnref14" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[14]</span></a></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Will it be all right to go?”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn15" name="_ftnref15" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[15]</span></a> asked Nevada.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Yes, yes, yes, child, of cause. Why not? Go and have a good time!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Will you come with us, uncle?” said Nevada.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I? No, no, no! I`ve gone once in a car that Gilbert was driving. Never again! But never mind me!<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn16" name="_ftnref16" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[16]</span></a> You and Barbara go. Yes, yes. But I will not. No, no, no, no!”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Nevada run to the door and said to the servant:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Of cause, we`ll go! I`m sure Miss Barbara will be glad to go too. Tell the messenger-boy to tell Mr. Warren that we will go.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I`m sorry, Nevada my dear,” said the old man, “but are you not going to send Gilbert a note? Only line or two.”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“No,” said Nevada, “it will take me too much time<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn17" name="_ftnref17" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[17]</span></a> to write a note, and the boy is waiting for an answer. Gilbert will understand, I`m sure. I have never ridden in automobile in my life, but, uncle, I used to paddle a canoe down Little Devil River<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn18" name="_ftnref18" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[18]</span></a> and it was not easy!”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">III<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Two months passed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Barbara was sitting in the study of her uncle`s house. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">She was alone. Uncle Jerome and Nevada had gone to the theatre. Barbara had not wanted to go. She wanted to stay at home. I`ve told you before that Barbara was the hypotenuse of the triangle. It usually takes a hypotenuse a long time to discover that it is the longest side of the triangle. But at last Barbara began to understand that the beautiful Western Witch was getting a lasso on the young man she herself wanted.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Barbara set at the writing table holding a letter in her hand. The letter was not addressed to her. It was addressed to Nevada Warren. In the left-hand corner of the envelope was Gilbert`s gold palette. The letter had been brought at nine o`clock, after Nevada had left. What was in the letter? Barbara could not guess. But, oh, how she wanted to know!</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">She could not open the envelope by means of stream,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn19" name="_ftnref19" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[19]</span></a> or by any other method. She was a lady and ladies do not do such things. We all know that. She had held the envelope up to strong light in order to<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn20" name="_ftnref20" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[20]</span></a> read the lines. But no – she could not read a word.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">At eleven-thirty old Jerome and Nevada returned from the theatre. Old Jerome was tired and went to bed at once. Nevada came into the study where Barbara was still sitting. She sat down in an armchair trying to unbutton her long gloves. She began telling Barbara about the play she had just seen.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Here is a letter for you, dear,” said Barbara. “It came just after you had gone.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Who is it from?”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn21" name="_ftnref21" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[21]</span></a> asked Nevada struggling with a button on her glove.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I don`t know,” said Barbara with a smile. “I think it is from Gilbert because the envelope has a little gold palette in the corner. You can see it for yourself.”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn22" name="_ftnref22" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[22]</span></a></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“What he can write to me about?” said Nevada.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“We are all alike,”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn23" name="_ftnref23" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[23]</span></a> said Barbara. “All women try to guess what is in a letter before they open it. So they study the envelope. And it is not of great help.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn24" name="_ftnref24" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[24]</span></a> Open it and read it, dear. Here it is!” She was going to throw the letter to Nevada but the girl said: “I can`t take this gloves off. It is always so difficult. Oh, Barbara, open the envelope and read the letter, please!”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Why, dear, the letter is for you! How can you ask other people to read Gilbert`s letters?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Nevada raised her beautiful blue eyes from her gloves and said:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Nobody writes me anything that everybody can`t read. Read it, Barbara! Maybe Gilbert wants to take us for a drive again tomorrow.”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“All right, dear,” said Barbara, “I`ll read it if you like!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">She opened the envelope and quickly read the letter. Then she read it again and looked at Nevada who was still looking at her gloves.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Suddenly she smiled. “Nevada,” she said, “Why did you ask me to read this letter? I am sure it was written for your eyes only, and not for mine!”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Nevada forgot her gloves for a moment.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Read it aloud,” she said, “you have already read it, so you can read it again. If Mr. Warren has written something bad to me, - everybody should know it.”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn25" name="_ftnref25" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[25]</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Well,” said Barbara, “this is what the letter says: ‘Dearest Nevada, come to my studio at twelve o’clock to-night. Do not be late. I shall be waiting for you!’”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Barbara rose and gave the letter to Nevada.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I`m very sorry that I have read it,” she said. “It isn`t like Gilbert.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn26" name="_ftnref26" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[26]</span></a> There must be some mistake.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn27" name="_ftnref27" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[27]</span></a> I don`t understand how he could write such a letter. I hope he will explain everything. Let`s forget it. And now I must go to bed. Good night.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">IV<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Nevada looked at her watch. It said a quarter to twelve. She went out of the room and run quietly to the front door. She went out into the snowstorm. Gilbert Warren`s studio was only a little way from old Jerome`s house. The snow lay a foot deep<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn28" name="_ftnref28" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[28]</span></a> in the street and she walked with difficulty. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Hello, little girl,” a policeman called to her, “it`s too late for such a little girl to be out.”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn29" name="_ftnref29" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[29]</span></a></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Nevada took no notice of him and went on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">There was a light in Gilbert`s window. He was waiting for her. She knew his window because she had been in his studio before, with Barbara and Uncle Jerome.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">On the eighth floor she found room 89 and knocked at the door. Gilbert opened the door. He had a pencil in his hand and a pipe in his mouth. The pipe fell to the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Am I late?” asked Nevada. “I came as quickly as I could. Uncle and I have been to the theatre this evening. Here I am,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn30" name="_ftnref30" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[30]</span></a> Gilbert!”</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Gilbert was standing in the door with his mouth open.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“You asked me to come,” said Nevada simply, “and I came. You said so in your latter. Why did you send for me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Did you read my letter?” asked Gilbert.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“No, I didn`t,” said Nevada. “Barbara read it to me. Your letter said: ‘Come to my studio at twelve o`clock to-night. Do not be late. I shall be waiting for you.’ I thought you were ill. But you look quite well.”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Aha,” cried Gilbert. “I`ll tell you why I asked you to come, Nevada. I wanted to ask you to marry me… at once… to-night! That is why I asked you come. Will you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Of cause I will,” answered Nevada. “You knew long ago that I would marry you! I am sure, you knew it. And it will be nice to be married in a snowstorm at night. In fact I don`t like rich wedding ceremonies in a church full of guests.”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Wait a minute,” said Gilbert, “I want to do a little `phoning.”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn31" name="_ftnref31" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[31]</span></a> He went to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. Then he began to telephone.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Is that you, Jack? Wake up, I need you at once. I am going to be married right away!<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn32" name="_ftnref32" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[32]</span></a> So I want two witnesses. Wake up and bring your sister too. You must! Nevada is here waiting. We are both waiting for you! What? You will? Good, old boy!<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn33" name="_ftnref33" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[33]</span></a> I knew you were a good friend.”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Gilbert returned to the room where Nevada was waiting. He said: “I had to telephone Jack Peyton, an old friend of mine. I asked him and his sister to be our witnesses. They had promised to be here at a quarter to twelve. But they are late. I have ‘phoned them to hurry. They will be here in a few minutes. Oh, Nevada, I am the happiest man in the world. Nevada, dear, what did you do with the letter I sent you this evening?”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I have it with me,” said Nevada and gave him the letter. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Gilbert took the letter out of the envelope and looked at it attentively. Then he looked at Nevada thoughtfully.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Where you angry with me because I asked you to come to my studio at midnight?” he asked.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Why, no,” said Nevada. “How could I be angry if you needed me? Out West,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn34" name="_ftnref34" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[34]</span></a> when a friend sends for you and asks you to hurry – you get there first and talk about it after.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn35" name="_ftnref35" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[35]</span></a> And we are not afraid of snowstorm.”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Nevada,” said Gilbert, Jack and his sister will be here in a few minutes. I shall try to fin</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">в</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"> <span lang="EN-US">a raincoat for you to put on. It will take me some time, so you can look through the evening paper on the table. There is an article on the front page. It`s about your section of the West. I know it will interest you.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">He went to his bedroom and returned in a minute or two. Nevada was not reading when he came in. she had not moved. She looked at him nervously.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I was going to tell you something,” she said, “before you… before we… before You must know that Father never sent me to school. I have never learned to read or write… So if you…” </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">At this very moment<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn36" name="_ftnref36" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[36]</span></a> the door opened and Jack and his sister came in.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">V<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">When Mr. and Mrs. Warren were riding home after the wedding ceremony, Gilbert said:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Nevada, do you want to know what I really wrote in the letter you received last night?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Yes, of cause,” said Nevada, “what was it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Word for word,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn37" name="_ftnref37" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[37]</span></a> it was this,” said her husband: “My dear Miss Warren, you were right about the name of that flower yesterday. It was a hydrangea, and not a lilac, as I thought.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“All right,” said Nevada. “But let`s forget it. The joke is on Barbara, anyway.”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn38" name="_ftnref38" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">[38]</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><br />
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<hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /><div id="ftn1"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">School and Schools</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> –</span>зд. Школы бывают разные<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn2"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">A little way from</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>недалеко от<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn3"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">People hoped that some day they would marry</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>окружающие надеялись<span lang="EN-US">, </span>что когда<span lang="EN-US">-</span>нибудь они поженятся<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn4"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">I</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">have</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">introduce</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">some</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">difficulties</span></b> – Я должен представить некоторые затруднения (зд. Я вынужден рассказать о некоторых затруднительных обстоятельствах)</div></div><div id="ftn5"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Nothing</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">was</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">heard</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">of</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">him</span></b> – ничего не было слышно о нем (<i>зд.</i> от него не было никаких известий)</div></div><div id="ftn6"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">The only child he had</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>его единственного ребёнка<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn7"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">You are welcome</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>добро пожаловать</div></div><div id="ftn8"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Barbara</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">formed</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">the</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">hypotenuse</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">of</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">this</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">triangle</span></b> – в этом треугольнике Барбара была гипотенузой </div></div><div id="ftn9"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Because</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">of</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b>– из-за, по причине того</div></div><div id="ftn10"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Was</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">very</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">fond</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">of</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">both</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">Gilbert</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">and</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">Nevada</span></b> – очень любил и Гилберта и Неваду (<span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">be</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">fond</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">of</span> – любить кого-либо или что-либо)</div></div><div id="ftn11"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref11" name="_ftn11" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">To raise</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> - </span>воспитывать</div></div><div id="ftn12"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref12" name="_ftn12" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[12]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Gilbert</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">will</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">never</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">write</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">anything</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">that</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">is</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">not</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">nice</span></b> – Гилберт не может написать что-нибудь неподходящее, нехорошее</div></div><div id="ftn13"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref13" name="_ftn13" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[13]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Why</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> –</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><i>зд.</i> ну что же</div></div><div id="ftn14"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref14" name="_ftn14" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[14]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">To have a good time</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>хорошо провести время</div></div><div id="ftn15"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref15" name="_ftn15" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[15]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Will it be all right to go?</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>Будет ли прилично поехать<span lang="EN-US">?<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn16"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref16" name="_ftn16" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[16]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Never</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">mind</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">me</span></b> – не обращай на меня внимания</div></div><div id="ftn17"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref17" name="_ftn17" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[17]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US">It will take me too much time – </span>это займет у меня слишком много времени</div></div><div id="ftn18"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref18" name="_ftn18" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[18]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">I</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">used</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">paddle</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">a</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">canoe</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">down</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">Little</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">Devil</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">River</span></b> – я не раз спускалась на каноэ по Чёртовой Речке</div></div><div id="ftn19"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref19" name="_ftn19" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[19]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">By means of</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>при помощи</div></div><div id="ftn20"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref20" name="_ftn20" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[20]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">In</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">order</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">to</span></b> – для того чтобы</div></div><div id="ftn21"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref21" name="_ftn21" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[21]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Who</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">is</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">it</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">from</span></b>? – от кого оно (письмо)? В английском вопросительном предложении предлог обычно ставится в конце: <b><span lang="EN-US">What</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">can</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">he</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">write</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">me</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">about</span></b>? – О чём он мог мне написать?</div></div><div id="ftn22"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref22" name="_ftn22" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[22]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">You can see it for yourself</span></b><span lang="EN-US">. – </span>Можешь посмотреть сама<span lang="EN-US">.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn23"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref23" name="_ftn23" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[23]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">We are all alike</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>мы все одинаковы</div></div><div id="ftn24"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref24" name="_ftn24" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[24]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">It is not of great help</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>в этом мало толку<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn25"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref25" name="_ftn25" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[25]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Everybody</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">should</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">know</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">it</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– об этом все должны знать</div></div><div id="ftn26"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref26" name="_ftn26" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[26]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">It</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">isn</span>`</b><b><span lang="EN-US">t</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">like</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">Gilbert</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– это не похоже на Гилберта.</div></div><div id="ftn27"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref27" name="_ftn27" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[27]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">There</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">must</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">be</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">some</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">mistake</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– здесь, должно быть, какая-то ошибка (здесь что-то не так)</div></div><div id="ftn28"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref28" name="_ftn28" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[28]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">The snow lay a foot deep</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>снег лежал высотой в фут<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn29"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref29" name="_ftn29" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[29]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">It</span>`</b><b><span lang="EN-US">s</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">too</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">late</span>… </b><b><span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">be</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">out</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– слишком поздно для прогулок (быть вне дома)</div></div><div id="ftn30"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref30" name="_ftn30" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[30]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Here</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">I</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">am</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– вот она я</div></div><div id="ftn31"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref31" name="_ftn31" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[31]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">I want to do a little ‘phoning</span></b><span lang="EN-US">. – </span>Мне нужно позвонить <span lang="EN-US">(‘phoning </span>сокр<span lang="EN-US">. </span>от <span lang="EN-US">telephoning )<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn32"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref32" name="_ftn32" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[32]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Right</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">away</span></b> (ам.) – немедленно, сейчас же</div></div><div id="ftn33"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref33" name="_ftn33" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[33]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Good, old boy!</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>молодец, старина! </div></div><div id="ftn34"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref34" name="_ftn34" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[34]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Out</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">West</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– у нас на Западе</div></div><div id="ftn35"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref35" name="_ftn35" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[35]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">You</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">get</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">there</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">first</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">and</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">talk</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">about</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">it</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">after</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– сначала спешишь к нему, а уж в разговоры пускаешься потом</div></div><div id="ftn36"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref36" name="_ftn36" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[36]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">At this very moment</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>в этот самый момент<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn37"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref37" name="_ftn37" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[37]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Word for word</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> – </span>слово в слово<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn38"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref38" name="_ftn38" title=""><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[38]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">The</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">joke</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">is</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">on</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b><b><span lang="EN-US">Barbara</span>, </b><b><span lang="EN-US">anyway</span></b>. – Шутка получилась над самой Барбарой (сама над собой и подшутила)</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-694620405930444268.post-51302964313217959202010-01-20T02:15:00.000-08:002010-03-12T05:30:18.328-08:00WITCHES` LOAVES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S0RjXNPo5zI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ANU02PS1gyE/s1600-h/OHenry11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S0RjXNPo5zI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ANU02PS1gyE/s200/OHenry11.jpg" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>WITCHES' LOAVE</b>S<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[1]</span></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Miss Martha Meacham had a small bakery. She was neither very rich nor very poor. She had two thousand dollars in the bank.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once Miss Martha saw red and brown stains on his hands. She was sure then that he was an artist and very poor. She was sure he lived in a cold room where he painted his pictures. He ate stale bread and thought of the good things that were sold in Miss Martha's bakery. When she sat down to dinner or had tea and jam, she used to think of the poor artist with good manners and feel sorry for him. She wanted to share all the good things she had with the well-mannered man.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have told you already that Miss Martha had a kind heart.</span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">One day she brought from her room a picture that she had bought many years before. With its help she hoped to find out whether the man was really an artist.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was a Venetian scene.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[5]</span></a> There was a beautiful palace in the picture, gondolas, young ladies, the moon and the stars. She hung the picture on the wall of her bakery so that the artist could notice it.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Two days passed. The customer came in for bread.</span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Two loaves of stale bread, blease!"<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[6]</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You have here a fine picture, madam," he said taking the bread from her.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">How she wanted to be of some help to him! She wanted to keep house for him, to share with him all the good things she had in her bakery. She was even ready to share her two thousand dollars with him. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">She thought he began to look thinner. It was clear to her he did not eat enough, he was starving! How she wished to add something good to the stale bread he ate. But she knew, poor artists were proud and she was afraid to make him angry.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[8]</span></a></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Miss Martha began to wear her new dress in the bakery. She also bought some cold cream<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[9]</span></a> in order to make her face a little more beautiful.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">One day the customer came in as usual and ask for stale loaves. While Miss Martha was getting them from the shelf the siren of a fire-engine was heard.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">The customer ran to the door to look. Suddenly a bright idea came to Miss Martha. On one of the shelves there was a pound of butter she had bought in the morning. With her bread knife Miss Martha made a deep cut in each of the stale loaves. Then she quikly put a big piece of butter into each cut and pressed the loaves together again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">When the customer turned from the door she was wrapping the loaves in a paper.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">After he had gone, Miss Martha smiled to herself. But she was not sure... Had she the right to do such a thing?.. Who knows? Artists have their pride. Will he be angry with her? Still, the more she thought of it the more she became sure<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn10" name="_ftnref10" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[10]</span></a> that the customer would not be angry.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[11]</span></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">For a long time she thought about him: now he comes home and sits down to his dinner of stale bread and water... Now he cuts into a loaf... Ah!</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Miss Martha blushed. Will he think of the hand that put the butter in the bread? Will he thank her in his heart?..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Suddenly the front door bell rang loudly. Somebody was coming in making a lot of noise.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn12" name="_ftnref12" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[12]</span></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Miss Martha hurried to the door. Two men were there. One was a young man smoking a pipe. She had never seen him before. The other was her artist.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">His face was very red. His hat was on the back of his head. His eyes looked at her angrily. He raised his fists and shook them in Miss Martha's face.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Dummkopf!"<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[13]</span></a> he shouted very loudly and angrily. Then "Tausendofner!"<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn14" name="_ftnref14" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[14]</span></a> or something like that<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn15" name="_ftnref15" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[15]</span></a> in German. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You have spoiled everything," he cried, "I want to tell you. You were a MEDDLESOME OLD CAT!"<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn16" name="_ftnref16" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[16]</span></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Miss Marta was silent. She could not say a word. She put her hand to her head.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Let's go," he said. "You have said too much." He dragged the angry artist out into the street. Then he came back to the bakery.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I want to explain everything," he said. "That man's name is Blumberger. He is an architectural draftsman. I work in the same office with him.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It took him three months to draw a plan for a new building. It was for a prize competition.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn17" name="_ftnref17" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[17]</span></a> That's why he worked so hard at it. He finished inking the lines yesterday. You know a draftsman always makes his drawing in pencil first.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn18" name="_ftnref18" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[18]</span></a> After that he inks the line. When it's done he rubs out the pencil lines with stale bread. It is better than Indian-rubber.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn19" name="_ftnref19" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">[19]</span></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"> </span> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Blumberger has always bought stale bread here. To-day he tried to rub out the pencil lines of his plan with the bread he bought in your bakery... Well, you know that butter is not good for paper... You must understand that his plan can now be used only as paper for sandwiches."</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Miss Marta went to her room. She took off her new dress. She put on the old brown one she used to wear. Then she threw the cold cream out of the window.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /><div id="ftn1"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[1]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> <b>Witches` Loaves</b> – </span><span style="font-size: large;">Чародейные хлебцы </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">(<b>witch</b> – </span><span style="font-size: large;">чародейка, волшебница)<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn2"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[2]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> <b>Some time</b> – </span><span style="font-size: large;">когда-нибудь<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn3"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[3]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-US">To</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">take</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">an</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">interest</span> (<span lang="EN-US">in</span>)</b> – интересоваться, проявлять интерес<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn4"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[4]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-US">He</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">used</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">buy</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– он обычно покупал (оборот </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">used</span><span style="font-size: large;">+инфинитив выражает повторявшееся действие в прошлом и переводится как «обычно, имел обыкновение»)<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn5"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[5]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-US">A</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">Venetian</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">scene</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– сцена из венецианской жизни<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn6"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[6]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Blease</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span>= <span lang="EN-US">please</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– покупатель говорит с немецким акцентом<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn7"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[7]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Goot</span> (<span lang="EN-US">Good</span>) <span lang="EN-US">morning</span>.</b> – До свидания (а Англии и Америке при прощании часто говорят: <b><span lang="EN-US">Good</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">morning</span>, <span lang="EN-US">Good</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">evening</span></b>).<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn8"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[8]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-US">To</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">make</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">him</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">angry</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– рассердить, разгневать его<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn9"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[9]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Cold</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">cream</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– кольдкрем (устар.: косметическое средство)<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn10"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[10]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-US">The</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">more</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">she</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">thought</span>… <span lang="EN-US">the</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">more</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">she</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">became</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">sure</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– чем больше она раздумывала, тем больше она приходила к убеждению<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn11"><div class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref11" name="_ftn11" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[11]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-US">The</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">customer</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">would</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">not</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">be</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">angry</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– покупатель не рассердится (</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Future</span><span style="font-size: large;">-</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">in</span><span style="font-size: large;">-</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">the</span><span style="font-size: large;">-</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Past</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– будущее в прошедшем употреблено по правилу согласования времён: после прошедшего времени в главном предложении в придаточном употребляется вместо будущего времени будущее в прошедшем)<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn12"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref12" name="_ftn12" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[12]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> <b>A lot of noise </b>– </span><span style="font-size: large;">страшный шум</span></div></div><div id="ftn13"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref13" name="_ftn13" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[13]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Dummkopf</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b>– дура (нем., досл. тупая голова)<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn14"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref14" name="_ftn14" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[14]</span></span></a><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">Tausendonfer</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– немецкое ругательство (<b><span lang="EN-US">Tausend</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– тысяча. На самом деле такого слова у немцев нет, придумано </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">O</span><span style="font-size: large;">`</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Henry</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">по созвучию)<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn15"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref15" name="_ftn15" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[15]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Something</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">like</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">that</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– что-то в этом роде<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn16"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref16" name="_ftn16" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[16]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Meddlesome</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">old</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">cat</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– старая настырная (надоедливая, вмешивающаяся не в свои дела) кошка<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn17"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref17" name="_ftn17" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[17]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> <b>Prize competition </b>- </span><span style="font-size: large;">конкурс<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn18"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref18" name="_ftn18" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[18]</span></span></a><b><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">In</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">pencil</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">first</span></b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">– сначала в карандаше<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn19"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref19" name="_ftn19" title=""><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[19]</span></span></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"> <b>India-rubber</b> – </span><span style="font-size: large;">резника, ластик<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-694620405930444268.post-88861989842431478902010-01-13T01:43:00.000-08:002014-05-27T21:03:41.558-07:00GIRL<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S0Rb5kFL6hI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Pe12B27gJZE/s1600-h/ohenry47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_250upQ3SftU/S0Rb5kFL6hI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Pe12B27gJZE/s400/ohenry47.jpg" height="400" width="244" /></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">On the glass door of the office were the words: "Robbins & Harley, Brokers". It was past five, and the clerks had already gone. The two partners - Robbins and Hartley - were going to leave the office too.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[1]</span></a> Robbins was fifty; Hartley - twenty-nine, - serious, good-looking and nervous.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">A man came in and went up to Hartley.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"I have found out where she lives," he said in a halfwhisper. Hartley made a sign of silence to him.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[2]</span></a> When Robbins had put on his coat and hat and left the office, the detective said:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Here is the address", and gave Hartley a piece of paper. There were only a few words on it.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Hartley took the paper and read: "Vivienne Arlington, No. 341, East Tenth Street."</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"She moved there a week ago," said the detective. "Now, if you want to know more about her, Mr. Hartley, I can try to find out. It will cost you only seven dollars a day. I can send you a report every day."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Thank you," said the broker. "It is not necessary. I only wanted the address. How much shall I pay you?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"One day's work," said the sleuth. "Ten dollars will be enough."</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Hartley paid the man, send him away and left the office. He went to find the address written on the paper the sleuth had given him. It took him about an hour to get to the place.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[3]</span></a> It was a new building of a cheap flats. Hartley began to climb the stairs. On the fourth floor he saw Vivienne standing in an open door. She invited him inside with a bright smile. She put a chair for him near the window, and waited.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Hartley gave her a friendly look.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[4]</span></a> He said to himself that she was a nice girl and dressed in good taste.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Vivienne was about twenty-one. She was of the Saxon type. Her hair was golden. Her eyes were sea-blue. She wore a white blouse and a dark skirt - a costume that looks well on any girl, rich and poor.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[5]</span></a></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Vivienne," said Hartley, "you didn't answer my last letter. It took me over a week to find your new address. Why did you take no notice of my letter?<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[6]</span></a> You knew very well that I wanted very much to see you and talk to you!"</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">The girl looked out of the window, thoughtfully.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Mr. Hartley," she said at last, "I don't know what to say to you. The more I think of your offer - the less I know<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[7]</span></a> what answer you. I understand you are doing it for my happiness. Sometimes I feel that I should say<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[8]</span></a> `yes`. But at the same time<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[9]</span></a> I don't want to make a mistake. I was born in the city and I am afraid I shall not be happy in the country."<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn10" name="_ftnref10" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[10]</span></a></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"My dear girl," answered Hartley, "I have told you many times that my house is situated only a little way from<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[11]</span></a> the city. I have also promised to give you everything that you want. You will be able to come to the city, to go to the theatres and visit your friends as often as you wish. Do you believe that?"</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Yes, of cause I believe you," she said, turning her beautiful eyes on him with a smile. "I know you are a very kind man. The girl that you will get - will be a lucky one.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn12" name="_ftnref12" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[12]</span></a> I found out all about you when I was at the Montgomery's."<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[13]</span></a></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Ah," cried Hartley, "I remember well the evening I first saw you at the Montgomery's. Mrs. Montgomery told me so much about you that evening. And she made no mistake. I shell never forget that supper. Come with me, Vivienne! Promise me! I need you so much. You will never be sorry for coming to me.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn14" name="_ftnref14" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[14]</span></a> No one will give you a home as good as mine."</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Suddenly an idea came into his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Tell me, Vivienne," he asked, looking at her, "is there another - is there someone else?"<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn15" name="_ftnref15" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[15]</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"You shouldn't ask that, Mr. Hartley. But I will tell you. There is another - but he has no right - I have promised him nothing."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"His name?" demanded Hartley.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Townsend."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Rafford Townsend!” Exclaimed Hartley angrily. "Where did you meet that man? I have done so much for him! How could he!" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"His car has just stopped at the house," said Vivienne, looking out of the window. "He is coming for his answer. Oh, I don't know what to do!"</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">The bell rang. Vivienne hurried to open the door. "Stay here," said Hartley. I will open the door myself."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Go back," said Hartley.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Hullo!" said Townsend, "What's up?<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn16" name="_ftnref16" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[16]</span></a> What are you doing here, old man?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Go back," repeated Hartley. "The Law of the Jungle.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn17" name="_ftnref17" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[17]</span></a> She is mine."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"I came here to see her on business,"<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn18" name="_ftnref18" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[18]</span></a> said Townsend bravely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Don't tell me any lies," said Hartley, "go back!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Vivienne," he said, "I need you very much. Stop playing with me!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"When do you need me?" she asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Now. As soon as you are ready to go."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Do you think for one moment," she said, "that I shall enter your house while Helen is there?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Hartley did not expect that. At first<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn19" name="_ftnref19" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[19]</span></a> he did not know what to say.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">Then he said bravely: "She will have to go.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn20" name="_ftnref20" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[20]</span></a> She is making my life miserable. I have never had a peaceful day since she came to my house. But this is the end. You are right, Vivienne, Helen must be sent away before I can take you home. She must go. I have decided. I will turn her out."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"When will you do this?" asked the girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"To-night." said Hartley. "I will send her away to-night."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Then," said Vivienne, "my answer is 'yes'. Come for me when you wish."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Promise me," he said, "on your word of honor."<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn21" name="_ftnref21" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[21]</span></a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"On my word of honor," repeat Vivienne softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“Mother is here,” she said. "She came for dinner, but there is no dinner."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"I've<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn22" name="_ftnref22" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[22]</span></a> something to tell you," said Hartley, "some news."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"What kind of news?"<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn23" name="_ftnref23" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;">[23]</span></a> asked the woman, "Good or bad news?" He whispered something in her ear. Hartley's wife screamed. Her mother came running into the hall. His wife screamed again - it was a happy scream, very happy.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Oh, Mother," she cried, "what do you think? Vivienne has agreed to come and cook for us! She is the cook that worked for the Montgomery's a whole year. I am so happy! And now, Bill, dear, you must to go to the kitchen and send Helen away. She is drunk again."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">Andy Donovan was a boarder at Mrs. Scott`s boarding-house.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">Mr. Donovan threw away his unfinished cigar.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">“It`s a fine, clear evening, Miss Conway,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">“ Yes, it is,” answer Miss Conway, “but not for me, Mr. Donovan.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I hope none of your family is…,”<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></a> said Andy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">Miss Conway was silent. At last<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></a> she said:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Not my family. Death has taken from me somebody who was very, very dear to me… Now I am alone in the world. And I have no friends in this city.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">Andy Donovan did not ask any more questions<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></a> and their conversation came to an end.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">The more Andy thought of Miss Conway the more he was sorry for her<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></a>. Once he said to her at table:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">“It`s hard to be alone in New York. You should go out<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></a> sometimes to forget your trouble. Do you wish to take a walk in the park, Miss Conway? If you allow me…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Thank you, Mr. Donovan,” said Miss Conway. “I shall be very glad to have your company. You are very kind.”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">While walking<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></a> in the park Miss Conway told Andy her sad story.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">His name was Fernando Mazzini and he was an Italian Count. He had a lot of land and a villa in Italy. We were going to get married<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn10" name="_ftnref10" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></a> next spring. Fernando went to Italy to make his villa ready for us. After he left I came to New York to get a job. Three days ago I received a letter from Italy. It says that Fernando is dead. He was killed in a gondola accident.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">“That is why I am wearing black. That is why I am always sad. I cannot take and interest in anybody. If you wish to walk back to the house, Mr. Donovan, let`s go.”</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">Andy Donovan did not wish to walk back to the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I am very sorry,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></a>” he said softly. “No, we won`t go<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn12" name="_ftnref12" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[12]</span></a> back to the house, not yet<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[13]</span></a>. And don`t say that you have no friends in this city, Miss Conway. I`m very, very sorry for you. And you must believe that I`m your friend.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"I have a small photograph with me," said Miss Conway. "I have never shown it to anybody. But I will show it to you, Mr. Donovan, because I believe that you are my friend."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">Mr. Donovan looked at the photograph with much interest and for a long time. The face of Count Manzzini was an interesting one.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn14" name="_ftnref14" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[14]</span></a> It was a clever face of a strong man.<span style="color: #00000a;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"I have a larger photo of him in my room," said Miss Conway. "When we get back to the house I'll show it to you. I look at it many times a day.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn15" name="_ftnref15" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[15]</span></a> He will always be present in my heart."<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn16" name="_ftnref16" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[16]</span></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"> When they came into the hall of the boarding-house she ran up to her room and brought down a big photograph of the dead man.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"A fine-looking man," said Donovan. "I like his face very much. Miss Conway, may I ask you to come to the theatre with me next Sunday?"</span><span style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">***<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">A month later they told Mrs. Scott that they were going to get merried. But in spite of<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn17" name="_ftnref17" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[17]</span></a> this Miss Conway continued to wear black.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">One evening Mr. Donovan and Miss Conway were sitting in the park. It was a fine clear night. The moon shone brightly on the green leaves. Everything around them was very beautiful. But Donovan was silent. He had been so silent all day that Miss Conway at last decided to ask him a question.</span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"What is the matter,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn18" name="_ftnref18" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[18]</span></a> Andy?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"Nothing, Maggie."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"But you never looked so unhappy before. What is it?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"It's nothing much,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn19" name="_ftnref19" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[19]</span></a> Maggie."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"I want to know, Andy. I am sure you are thinking about some other girl. Well, why don't you go to her if you love her? Take your arm away,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn20" name="_ftnref20" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[20]</span></a> please!"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"All right, I'll tell you," said Andy. "I have a friend. His name is Mike Sullivan. Do you know him?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"No, I don't," said Maggie. "And I don't want to know him if you are so unhappy because of<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn21" name="_ftnref21" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[21]</span></a> him."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"He is a good friend, Maggie," continued Andy. "I saw him yesterday and I told him I was going to get married in two weeks,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn22" name="_ftnref22" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[22]</span></a>" 'Andy', says he, 'I want to be present at your wedding. Send me an invitation and I'll come'."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"Well, why don't you invite him then if he wants so much to come?" said Maggie.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"There is a reason why I can't invite him," said Andy sadly. "There is a reason why he must not be present at our wedding. Don't ask me any more questions now, because I can't answer them."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"You must! You must tell me everything," said Maggie.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"All right," answered Andy. "Maggie, do you love me as much as you loved your... Your Count Mazzini?"</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">He waited a long time, but Maggie did not answer. Suddenly she turned to him and began to cry.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"There, there, there!"<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn23" name="_ftnref23" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[23]</span></a> repeated Andy. "What is the matter now?"</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"Andy," said Maggie at last, "I have lied to you, and you will never marry me. You will never love me any more. But I feel that I must tell you everything. Andy, there was no count in my life. There was nobody who loved me in all my life. All the other girls always talked about love and marriage. But nobody loved me. Nobody wanted to marry me. So at last I thought a plan. I went to a photographer and bought that big photo which I showed you. He also made a small one for me. Then I invented that story about the Count and about the gondola accident so that<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn24" name="_ftnref24" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[24]</span></a> I could wear black. I look well in black, and you know it. But nobody can love a liar. And you will now leave me, Andy, and I shall die for shame<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn25" name="_ftnref25" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[25]</span></a>. You are the one man I loved<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn26" name="_ftnref26" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[26]</span></a> in my life. That's all."</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">But instead of leaving her,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn27" name="_ftnref27" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[27]</span></a> Andy put his arms about her<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn28" name="_ftnref28" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[28]</span></a> and looked into her face. She looked up and saw how happy he was.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"Can you... Can you forget it, Andy?" she asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"Of cause, I can," said Andy. "I'm glad you have told me everything, Maggie."</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">They were silent for some time. Then Maggie said:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"Andy, did you believe all this story about the Count?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 35.4pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;">"Well, not all of it,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftn29" name="_ftnref29" title=""><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #00000a; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">[29]</span></a> said Andy, "because the photograph you have shown me is the photograph of my friend, Mike Sullivan."</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<hr align="left" size="1" width="33%" /><div id="ftn1"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[1]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">two</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">weeks</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">later</span> </b>– через две недели, две недели спустя (букв. двумя неделями позже)</div></div><div id="ftn2"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[2]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">He</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">turned</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">his</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">head</span>… <span lang="EN-US">and</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">his</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">head</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">turned</span></b>. – Он повернул голову… и голова у него закружилась (игра слов).</div></div><div id="ftn3"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[3]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">That</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">sad</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">far</span>-<span lang="EN-US">away</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">look</span></b> – этот печальный и какой-то отсутствующий взгляд</div></div><div id="ftn4"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[4]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>None of your family is</b>… - </span>никто из вашей семьи не<span lang="EN-US">…<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn5"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[5]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>At last</b> - </span>наконец<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn6"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[6]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>Did not ask any more questions</b> – </span>больше не задавал вопросов<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn7"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[7]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>The more Andy thought of Miss Conway the more he was sorry for her</b>. – </span>Чем больше Энди думал о мисс Конвей<span lang="EN-US">, </span>тем больше он ей сочувствовал<span lang="EN-US"> (<b>to be sorry</b> – </span>сочувствовать<span lang="EN-US">; </span>раскаиваться<span lang="EN-US">, </span>извиняться<span lang="EN-US">)<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn8"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[8]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">You</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">should</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">go</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">out</span></b> – вы должны выходить, развлекаться (досл. Вам следует)</div></div><div id="ftn9"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[9]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">While</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">walking</span> </b>– во время прогулки (досл. Во время гуляния; <b><span lang="EN-US">walking</span></b> – продолженное действие, состояние: гуляющий, гуляние как длящийся процесс)</div></div><div id="ftn10"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[10]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">We</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">were</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">going</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">get</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">married</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– мы собирались пожениться (<span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">be</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">going</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">to</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">do</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">something</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– собираться, намереваться что-либо сделать)</div></div><div id="ftn11"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref11" name="_ftn11" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[11]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>I`m (I am) very sorry </b>– </span>мне очень жаль<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn12"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref12" name="_ftn12" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[12]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">We</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">won</span>`<span lang="EN-US">t</span> = <span lang="EN-US">we</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">will</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">not</span></b> (<b><span lang="EN-US">will</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– модальный глагол, выражает намерение, решимость, особенно в 1-м лице единственного числа <b><span lang="EN-US">I</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">will </span></b><span lang="EN-US">- примерно равно "я намерен"</span>)</div></div><div id="ftn13"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref13" name="_ftn13" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[13]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>Not yet </b>– </span>(пока) ещё нет</div></div><div id="ftn14"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref14" name="_ftn14" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[14]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">An</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">interesting</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">one</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b>– интересное лицо (местоимение <b><span lang="EN-US">one</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>употребляется во избежание повторения слова <b><span lang="EN-US">face</span></b>)</div></div><div id="ftn15"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref15" name="_ftn15" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[15]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>Many times a day</b> – </span>много раз в день</div></div><div id="ftn16"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref16" name="_ftn16" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[16]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>He will always present in my heart</b>. – </span>Он всегда будет жить в моём сердце<span lang="EN-US">.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn17"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref17" name="_ftn17" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[17]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>In spite of </b>– </span>несмотря на </div></div><div id="ftn18"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref18" name="_ftn18" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[18]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>What is the matter? </b>– </span>в чём дело<span lang="EN-US">? </span>Что с тобой?</div></div><div id="ftn19"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref19" name="_ftn19" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[19]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>Nothing much</b> – </span>ничего особенного</div></div><div id="ftn20"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref20" name="_ftn20" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[20]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>Take your arm away</b> – </span>убери свою руку<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn21"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref21" name="_ftn21" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[21]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Because</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">of</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– из-за, по причине</div></div><div id="ftn22"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref22" name="_ftn22" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[22]</span></a><b> <span lang="EN-US">In</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">two</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">weeks</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– через две недели</div></div><div id="ftn23"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref23" name="_ftn23" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[23]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">There</span>, <span lang="EN-US">there</span>, <span lang="EN-US">there</span>!</b> – Ну, Ну, не надо, не плачь!</div></div><div id="ftn24"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref24" name="_ftn24" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[24]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">So</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">that</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span></b>– так чтобы; для того, чтобы</div></div><div id="ftn25"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref25" name="_ftn25" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[25]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>I shall die for shame</b> – </span>я умру от стыда<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn26"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref26" name="_ftn26" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[26]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">The</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">only</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">man</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">I</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">loved</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– единственный мужчина, которого я любила</div></div><div id="ftn27"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref27" name="_ftn27" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[27]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>Instead of leaving her</b> – </span>вместо того, чтобы покинуть её</div></div><div id="ftn28"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref28" name="_ftn28" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[28]</span></a> <span lang="EN-US"><b>Put his arm about her</b> – </span>обнял её<span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div id="ftn29"><div class="MsoFootnoteText"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=694620405930444268#_ftnref29" name="_ftn29" title=""><span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">[29]</span></a> <b><span lang="EN-US">Not</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">all</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">of</span><span lang="EN-US"> </span><span lang="EN-US">it</span></b><span lang="EN-US"> </span>– не целиком, не вполне</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2