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Рассказы О.Генри. Рассказы О. Книга предназначена для учащихся 10 классов средних школ, гимназий, лицеев. Ббк 81. 2Англ93 удк811. 111(075) isbn 9785811246649 ООО Издательство айрис пресс
6 What do you think?
Say what you feel about Lou, what you like about her, what you don’t like. Can you imagine her future life? Give reasons for your answers.
Say what you feel about Nancy, her likes and dislikes. Do you think she made the right choice? What do you think her life with Dan could be? Say why you think this or that way.
Do you think Dan was lucky with Nancy? What kind of husband do you think he could be? What do you like (don’t like) about him? Give reasons.
Compare salaries of Lou, Nancy, and Dan with those of working young people nowadays. Lou could spend two-thirds of her salary on clothes. How much of her (his) salary can a young girl (man) spend on clothes nowadays? Do you think life is cheaper or more expensive now?
Compare the way Lou and Nancy spent their free time with the way young people do it nowadays. Are there any similarities? What are the differ ences?
NO STORY1
The conversation I am going to tell you about took place in the reporter’s room of The Morning Beacon2. 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 work3.
One day Tripp came in and stopped at my table. Tripp was working in the printing department. I think he hadsomething to do1 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, mis erable and unhealthy. He always borrowed money 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 than a dollar. He sat on my table holding one hand with the other with difficulty. But it was no use: both hands were shaking. Whisky!
That day I had got five new silver dollars as an ad vance on a story I was writing for the paper. So I was feeling at peace with the world.
“Well, Tripp,” said I looking up at him, “how are you?”
“Have you got2 a dollar?” asked Tripp. He was look ing more miserable than ever.
“I have,” said I. And again I said: “I have five dol lars 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.
“I don’t want 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.3 It will cost you a dollar or two to get the facts for the story. But I don’t want any money for myself.”
“What are the facts?” I asked him.
“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?
“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 fortune1. But he forgot 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 him2.
“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 see3... 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!
“What could I do?” Tripp continued. “I never have money in the morning. And she has paid her last cent for her railroad ticket. So I took her to a boarding-house on Thirty-second Street where I used to live. I left herthere. We shall have to pay one dollar for her room. That is the price per day1. I’ll show you the house.”
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 out2 hundreds of young girls! What kind of story3 can I make out of this?”
“I am sorry you don’t see what an interesting story you could write4,” 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.”
“How will it cost me four dollars?” I asked him.
“One dollar for the room, and two dollars to pay for the girl’s ticket home.”
“And the fourth dollar?”
“One dollar to me,” said Tripp, “for whisky. Do you agree?”
I did not answer him but only smiled and began writing again.
“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 mat ter5 whether you want to write the story or not — she must get back home before night!”
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.
It took us half an hour to get to the boarding-house. Tripp rang the bell.
“Give me one of the dollars — quick!” he said.
A woman opened the door a little. Tripp gave her the dollar without a word, and she let us in1.
“She is in the parlor,” said the woman, turning her back on us.
In the dark parlor a girl was sitting at a table She was crying. Yes, she was a beauty! Crying had only made her beautiful eyes brighter.2
“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’.
“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 thing to do.”
“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...”
“It’s the first time I have ever been to New York,3” said the girl. “I had no idea that it was such a big place. And I met Mr. ... Mr. Flip in the street and asked him about a friend of mine, and he brought me here and asked me to wait.”
“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.”
“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 care1. 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...”
“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 you2.” “Of course, I like him,” said Miss Lowery. “And of course he is good to me. Everybody is good to me.”
Of course, all men were good to Ada. I was sure that men would always be good to her: she was so beautiful!
“But,” continued Miss Lowery, “last night I began thinking about G ... — George ... and I ...”
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.
By and by3 the storm passed. She smiled and went on with her story.
“George Brown and I were in love with each other since he was eight and I was five. When he was nine teen — that was four years ago — he left our village andwent to the city. He said he was going to be a policeman or a president of a railroad company or something like that. He promised to come back for me. But I have never heard from him1 any more. And I ... I liked him.”
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?”
“Miss Lowery,” said I, “life is hard for all of us. We seldom marry those whom we first love. 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.”
“Yes,” said Miss Lowery, “I can get along with him2. He promised me an automobile and a motor-boat. And still, when the time of our wedding was so close — I be gan thinking about George. I know, he doesn’t write me because something bad has 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 look ing for him. I didn’t know what a big place it is.”
Tripp laughed. I saw he was trying to be of help in order to get his whisky dollar.
“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 another girl now, or may be he has gone to the dogs because of whisky3. You listen to Mr. Chalmers and go home, and everything will be all right.”
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 to her.
It was over at last.1 Tripp and I looked at each oth er. He looked more miserable than ever.”
“Can you make a story out of it?” he asked.
“Not a line2,” said I. “There is nothing interesting in all this. But we should be glad that we have helped the little girl. That’s all.”
“I’m sorry,” said Tripp softly. “I’m sorry you’ve had to spend money.”
“Let’s try to forget it,” I said. I was not going to give him a dollar for whisky.
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 halves3 with a chisel.
“What?” I said, looking at him in surprise.
“Oh, yes,” he answered, softly. “George Brown, now Tripp. What’s the use?4”
I took a dollar out of my pocket and put it into Tripp’s hand.
Exercises ? Checking Comprehension
1 Answer the following questions.
How many persons are mentioned in this story?
What are their names and occupation?
Where did the event take place? What tells you about it?
How old were the main characters?
What kind of work did the reporter do?
What was Tripp?
What told about his occupation?
How old did Tripp look?
What made him look this age?
What kind of a habit did Tripp have?
What made the reporter feel at peace with the world that day?
What did Tripp offer the author?
In what way did Tripp meet the girl?
What made Ada come to New York?
Where did Tripp take Ada to?
What was the price per day in the boarding house?
How much did Tripp ask the reporter to give him? What for?
What kind of a man was Ada going to marry?
What kind of a lie did Ada tell her mother?
What kind of a story did Ada tell the reporter?
In what way did the reporter help the girl?
What made the reporter give one dollar to Tripp?
Say whether the statement is true or false. Correct the false one.
The conversation took place between the reporter and the girl.
Tripp looked older because of his beard.
Tripp always asked for a dollar.
Tripp gave the reporter some facts for a very in teresting story.
Ada took the train to New York to find the man who had promised to marry her.
Ada stopped Tripp in the street to ask him the way to the boarding-house.
The woman did not let the reporter and Tripp come in before they had given her a dollar.
The young man, the girl was going to marry, was very good to her.
The young man, the girl was going to marry, was a policeman.
The girl had half of a dime in her hand.
It was difficult to make the girl agree to go back home.
The reporter did not give Tripp a dollar for whisky.
Tripp felt happy that the girl had left.
The reporter made an interesting story out of Tripp’s facts.
Complete the sentences.
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The reporter had no regular work, so
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Tripp’s hands were always stained and burned
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Tripp looked forty but
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Tripp’s hands were shaking because
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Tripp said that the reporter would get a lot of
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Ada was going to marry a farmer but
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8) The best thing to do for the girl was_________
The girl said that George Brown had promised to____
Everybody was good to Ada because_________
Ada realized that it had been silly to come up to New York _____________
Ada did not know
Tripp was trying to be of help in order
The reporter noticed a cheap watch-chain when_______
Tripp told the story that .
Put the sentences in the right order.
Tripp tells the reporter a story of the girl from the village.
Ada tells her mother a lie in order to go to New York.
Tripp takes Ada to a boarding-house.
Tripp looks more miserable than ever.
Tripp asks the reporter to spend three dollars on the girl.
They see the girl sitting in the parlor and crying.
Ada says that she has never been to New York before.
On the day when George leaves the village they bring a hammer and chisel and cut a dime into two pieces.
They promise to be true to each other, and keep the pieces till they meet again.
The reporter sees half a dime hanging on a chain across Tripp’s vest.
The reporter gives Tripp a dollar.
At last the girl agrees to go home.
She takes one half, and George takes the other.
Ada says that she is going to marry a farmer next Thursday.
The reporter is ashamed when Tripp calls him ‘friend’.
Tripp used to live in a village.
Ada stops Tripp in the street and asks him where she can find George Brown.
Tripp comes to the reporter’s room to tell a story.
The reporter is angry with Tripp because he finds no story in Tripp’s story.
The reporter feels that he will spend three dol lars for Ada.
Tripp and the reporter go to the boarding house.
Working with Vocabulary and Grammar
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