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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
Say what you understand by these:
That day I had got five new silver dollars as an advance on a story.
I made everything clear.
“She is in the parlor,” said the woman, turning her back on us.
Every train brings in and takes out hundreds of young girls.
He said he was going to be a policeman or a president of a railway company, or something like that.
Life is hard for all of us. We seldom marry those whom we first love.
We promised to be true to each other.
Tripp unbuttoned his coat to take a handkerchief out of his pocket.
Match the words in two columns (according to the text).
a) 1) to borrow
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a) one’s fortune
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2) to make
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b) no idea
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3) to ring
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c) money
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4) to have
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d) one’s coat
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5) to unbutton
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e) the bell
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6) to keep
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f) a lie
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7) to tell
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g) place
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8) to turn
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h) one’s back
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9) to take
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i) the pieces
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b) 1) regular
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a) beard
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2) printing
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b) dollar
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3) red
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c) farmer
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4) shaking
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d) department
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5) silver
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e) work
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6) young
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f) hands
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7) railroad
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g) story
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8) beautiful
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h) parlor
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9) boarding
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i) station
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10) last
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j) eyes
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11)newspaper
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k) love
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12)true
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1) cent
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13) dark
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m) watch-chain
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14) old
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n) storm
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15) clever
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o) man
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16) spring
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p) coat
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17)cheap
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q) house
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Fill in to look or to look like in the right form.
Tripp was about twenty-five, but he
forty.
Tripp a beggar in his old coat.
Tripp pale, miserable and un healthy.
His short red beard a door-mat.
The girl was crying, and her beautiful eyes_________more beautiful.
When the girl left Tripp even
more miserable.
Fill in the gaps with the word combinations from the box below. Use each one only once.
to be sorry for to be ashamed
to be in love with
to be kind to
to be good to to be over
to be glad
to be close
to be true to each other
to be of some help
The reporter _________ when Tripp called
him ‘friend’.
Though the reporter Tripp he did
not want to give him a dollar.
The reporter wanted to to the girl.
When everything at last, Tripp
asked the reporter if he could make a story out of that
They promised to till they meet
again.
When the wedding day she began
thinking of George.
She was so beautiful that all men
her.
George and Ada each other when
they were little children.
The girl said that Hiram Dodd al ways her.
The reporter that Tripp was not
going to borrow money from him.
Complete the sentences with clauses of time or con dition.
THE COUNT AND THE WEDDING GUEST 5
? Checking Comprehension 21
3Put the sentences in the right order. 23
Working with Vocabulary and Grammar 24
Discussing the Story 26
6What do you think? 28
GIRL 29
Exercises ? Checking Comprehension 39
Ш Working with Vocabulary and Grammar 43
Discussing the story 46
WITCHES’ LOAVES 49
Exercises 57
Checking Comprehension 57
3Put the sentences in the right order. 59
Working with Vocabulary and Grammar 60
14)Discussing the Story 63
18)SCHOOLS AND SCHOOLS 66
76)IV 75
111)V 79
117)Exercises 80
118)? Checking Comprehension 80
3Fill in the blanks with the link-words from the box. Use each only once. 84
152) Discussing the Story 87
153)I Say why: 87
167)LOST ON DRESS PARADE1 91
212)Exercises 98
213)? Checking Comprehension 98
227) Working with Vocabulary and Grammar 100
228)1 Find in the text the English for: 100
240) Discussing the Story 104
246)THE TRIMMED LAMP 109
315)Exercises ? Checking Comprehension 119
317) Working with Vocabulary and Grammar 122
2Prove that: 126
3Add more information to these: 126
4Make up and act out the talk between: 127
5Imagine that you are: 127
335)NO STORY 129
390)Exercises ? Checking Comprehension 137
406) Working with Vocabulary and Grammar 141
2) Discussing the Story 146
2Prove that: 147
3Add more information to the following: 147
4Make up and act out the talk between: 148
5Imagine that you are: 148
6)THE RANSOM OF RED CHIEF 150
96)Exercises ? Checking Comprehension 163
7)Working with Vocabulary and Grammar 168
23) Discussing the Story 174
5Imagine that you are: 178
6What do you think? 179
34)CUPID A LA CARTE 179
129)Exercises 193
130)? Checking Comprehension 193
5Complete the following sentences using the infinitive of purpose from the box below. 200
Change the sentences to reported speech.
“Well, Tripp,” said I, looking up at him, “how are you?”
“Have you got a dollar?” asked Tripp.
“What could I do?” Tripp continued. “I never have money in the morning.”
“What are you talking about, Tripp?” I said.
“I am sorry you don’t see what an interesting story you could write,” said Tripp.
“How will it cost me four dollars?” I asked him.
“One dollar to me, for whisky. Do you agree?”
“Give me one of the dollars — quick!” he said.
“Miss Lowery, this is my friend Mr. Chalmers,” said Tripp.
“Yes,” said Miss Lowery, “I can get along with him.”
“Can you make a story out of it?” he asked.
“Let’s try to forget it,” I said.
Discussing the Story
Say why:
the reporter had very little money.
Tripp came up to the reporter’s table that day.
the reporter knew that Tripp had something to do with pictures.
Tripp looked much older his age.
Tripp needed four dollars that day.
Ada came to New York.
Ada told a lie to her mother.
Tripp took Ada to a boarding-house.
the reporter was angry with Tripp.
the reporter went to the boarding-house.
the woman opened the door only a little when Tripp and the reporter arrived.
the girl was crying in the parlor.
the girl was sitting in the parlor, but not in the room of the boarding-house.
the reporter was ashamed.
Ada had no idea what a big city New York was.
the reporter was sure that men would always be good to Ada.
the reporter was glad that he was not Hiram.
George Brown had gone to the city.
Ada had never heard of him since then.
George and Ada had cut a dime into two halves.
Tripp looked more miserable than ever when Ada left for the village.
the reporter looked in surprise at Tripp.
Prove that:
Ada is not still indifferent to George.
Ada is a country girl.
George is unhappy about Ada’s wedding.
the reporter likes Ada.
Life is hard in a big city.
George’s dream to make a fortune in the city is not likely to come true, (is not likely to come true — вероятно не сбудется)
Add more information to the following:
The reporter was doing some work for the news paper.
The girl’s name was Ada Lowery.
“I can give you some facts for the story.”
The reporter began to feel sorry for the girl.
“I have never been to New York.”
Her cry was like a beautiful spring storm.
They cut a dime into two halves.
At last Ada agreed to go home.
There was something hanging from the chain.
Make up and act out the talk between:
The reporter and Tripp (in the reporter’s room).
Tripp and Ada (in the street).
Tripp and Ada (in the boarding-house).
Ada and the reporter (in the boarding-house).
Ada and the reporter (at the railroad station).
Ada and Tripp (at the railroad station).
Tripp and the reporter (after Ada had left).
Imagine that you are:
what kind of work you did;
how often you feel at peace with the world, and what makes you feel like that;
what you felt about Tripp before knowing his story;
what made you spend money on the girl;
what you felt about the girl when she told you her story;
what you felt about Tripp after knowing his story.
what kind of life you had when living in the village;
what Ada was for you at that time;
how much free time you had, and in what way you and Ada spent your free time;
what made you leave the village;
how you find the life in the big city (com pared to that of the village);
how you met Ada in New York, and what you were feeling about that;
how you took the news of her wedding;
what you were feeling after she had left;
what happened to you after Ada’s departure.
what your life had been like before George left the village;
what your life was like after he had left the village;
how Hiram Dodd came into your life;
what your mother felt about Hiram Dodd;
what made you go to look for George;
what you felt about Tripp when you met him;
why you were so unhappy in the boarding-house;
what you felt about the reporter;
why you agreed to go home without finding George.
The woman in the boarding-house. Say:
why you were not very friendly with your boarders;
what you felt about the crying girl.
What do you think?
Do you think life in the country and in a big city is different for young people? In what way is it different or similar?
Do you think young people have similar prob lems when coming to a big city as they had in the days of the writer? What do you think are similarities and differences? Do you think people in the country are different from those living in a city? If so, what are the differences?
What do you think are advantages and disadvan tages of living in the country and in a big city (take into account jobs, education, entertainment, pollution, transportation, food)? Where do you prefer to live and why?
THE RANSOM OF RED CHIEF1
I am going to tell you a story about how we tried to kidnap a child.
Bill and I were in a small town in the state of Ala bama when the idea of kidnapping came to us. We need ed 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.
The kid was a boy of ten, with a face full of freck les. 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.
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.
One evening we drove in a buggy past Ebenezer’s house. The kid was in the street. He was throwing stones at a cat.
“Hey, little boy,” said Bill, “would you like to have a bag of candy and a nice ride1?”
The boy threw a stone at Bill and hit him straight in the eye.
“Old Ebenezer will have to pay an extra five hundred dollars2 for this,” said Bill, getting out of the buggy.
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.
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.
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:
“Ha! you wicked pale-face! Do you dare to enter the camp of Red Chief, the terror of the land?”
“He’s all right now,1” said Bill, “who was examining the scratches on his legs. We are playing Indian. He is Red Chief and I am his prisoner. To-morrow at sunrise he is going to scalp me. By God2 that kid can kick hard3!” 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 Spy4. He told me that he was going to burn me in the fire at sunrise.
Then we had supper. The boy’s mouth was full of ba con and bread but he began to talk. He made a long din ner speech.5 It was something like this:
“I like this very much. I never camped before. I hate to go to school. Are there any real Indians in these woods? I want some more bacon. We have two dogs. Are the stars hot? I don’t like 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?”
Every few minutes he remembered that he was Red Chief, so he got up and ran to the entrance of the cave to see if there were any pale-face spies hiding there. Now and then6 he gave a loud war-cry and Bill shivered. That boy terrorized Bill from the very beginning.
“Red Chief,” I said to the boy, “do you want to go home?”
“What for?” he asked. “I have no fun at home. I hate to go to school. I like camping here. Are you go ing to take me home, Snake-eye?”
“Not right away,1” I said. “We’ll stay here in the cave for some time.”
“All right,” he said, “that will be fine. I never had such fun in all my life.”
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. Eve ry now and then Red Chief jumped up and shouted in Bill’s ear or mine: “Somebody is coming. Who is there?” At last I fell asleep. I dreamed that I had been kid napped and tied to a tree by a pirate with red hair.
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 he was 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, according to his promise the evening before2.
I took the knife away from the kid 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. I could not sleep my self. I remembered that Red Chief had promised to burn me in the fire at sunrise. I wasn’t nervous or afraid but
could not sleep. So I sat up and smoked my pipe.
“Why are you getting up so early, Sam?” asked Bill. “Oh, I want a smoke,” said I, “that’s all!”
“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 will1 if he finds a match. What shall we do, Sam? Do you think anybody will pay us money to have this little devil back home?”
“Of course,” I said, “parents love their kids even if they are little devils. Now, Bill, you and the Chief get up and cook some breakfast. I’ll go up to the top of the mountain to look around.”
From the top of the mountain I looked down at the town. I saw the streets very clearly. They were very qui et. I did not see any parents running around, looking for their son.2 And I did not see any policemen arrest ing anybody for kidnapping a kid. Everything was quiet. Maybe, I said to myself, they have not yet discovered that the boy has been kidnapped.
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.
“He put a hot potato down my back,3” explained Bill. “Then he pressed the potato to my back with his foot. So I had to box his ears4.”
I took the stone away from the boy and told him and Bill to make peace.
“You’ll be sorry for that,” said the boy to Bill. “No body has ever hit the Red Chief. Those who tried, had to pay for it...”
After breakfast the boy took something out of his pocket. It was a sling. Then he went out of the cave.
“What is he up to now?1” said Bill nervously. “Is he going to run away, Sam?”
“No fear of that,2” I said. “He doesn’t look like a boy who likes to stay at home. Quite the contrary.3 And he is having a good time here. But now we must make our plans to get the 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.”
At that moment we heard a kind of war-cry4. It came from Red Chief who was sending a shot from his sling.
A stone as big as an egg hit Bill behind his left ear. He fell across the fire which we had made 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.
“Take it easy, Bill,” I said. “You will be all right soon.”
“Please, Sam, please,” said Bill, “do not leave me here alone!”
went out and caught the boy. I shook him until his freckles rattled.5
“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?”
“I was only playing, “ he said, “I didn’t want to hit him. I’ll be good, Snake-eye. Don’t send me home. May I play the Black Scout to-day?1”
“What kind of game is it?2” 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!”
Red Chief and Bill shook hands and made peace. I took Bill aside and told him I was going to send a let ter 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.
“You know, Sam,” said Bill, “that I have always stood by you3. 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
stay with him the more nervous I become. Please, don’t leave me with him for a long time!”
“I’ll be back in the afternoon,” I said. “Play with the kid and be kind to him. And now let’s write the letter.”
We took paper and pencil and began to write the letter. Bill asked me to make the ransom fifteen hun dred dollars instead of two thousand. He was afraid old Dorset would not pay two thousand dollars forthe “freckled wild cat”. That is what he called the boy.1
“You will get a thousand and I will take only five hundred,” he said.
This is what we wrote:
“Ebenezer Dorset,
We are hiding your boy in a place which is very far from your town. Don’t look for him. It is useless. Nei ther you nor the police can find him. So, don’t try! You can have him back only on these terms: We demand fif teen 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 the road. There is a fence opposite these trees. And at the foot of the fence-post2 opposite the third tree your messenger will find a small paper box.
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.
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.
Two Desperate Men.3”
addressed the letter to Ebenezer Dorset, and put it into my pocket. As I was leaving, the boy came up to me and said:
“Snake-eye, you said I could play the Black Scout while you are away.”
“Play it, of course,” said I. “Mr. Bill will play with you. What kind of game is it?”
“I am the Black Scout and I have to ride a horse. I am tired of playing Indian... I want to be the Black Scout.” “But what am I to do?1” asked Bill.
“You are the horse,” said the boy. “Get down on your hands and knees2 and I’ll ride on you.”
“How far are you going to ride?” asked Bill.
“Ninety miles,” was the answer.
“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!”
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.
When I got back to the cave I could find neither Bill nor the boy. So I lighted my pipe and sat down to have a rest.
At the end of half an hour I saw Bill. He was walk ing 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.
“Sam,” said Bill, “you may think I am a bad com rade, but I couldn’t help it1. You know I used to takepart in many dangerous plans. You know I have always stood by you and was of 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 pa tience has come to an end.”
“What’s the matter2, Bill?” I asked him.
“He rode me,” said Bill. “He rode me ninety miles. Then he gave me oats to eat. And it was not real oats of course, — 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 the ear and dragged him down the mountain. On the way down3 he kicked my legs black and blue from the knees down4. He bit my hand so hard that I have to use some iodine now. But I am glad to say he is gone5. 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 or6 Bill Driscoll goes to the madhouse.” There was peace and happiness in Bill’s face.
“Bill,” I said, “is your heart strong?”
“I think so,” said Bill, “why do you ask?”
“If your heart is strong,” said I, “you may turn around and look.”
Bill turned around and saw the boy. As soon as he saw him he sat down on the ground. I raised him with
difficulty. For an hour I was afraid for his mind.1 It took me a long time to explain that there was still hope. I told him we would get the ransom that night and go away at sunrise.
Some time passed and Bill was able to give the boy a weak smile. He also promised to play war with him.
I acted according to our plan. I went to the three trees in the road. At half-past eight I was already in the tree, waiting for the messenger. I had had to climb up the tree because there were open fields on all sides.
was afraid to be seen walking up to the tree.2
Soon a young boy rode up to the trees on a bicycle. He found the paper box at the foot of the fence-post and put an envelope into it. Then he rode away. I waited for an hour. When I was sure that no one was looking I got down from the tree. I took the envelope and ran back to the cave as fast as I could. I opened the envelope and took out the note. It was written in pen. I read it to Bill. This is what Ebenezer Dorset wrote:
“Two Desperate Men.
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 ask ing 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 cash1, and I agree to take him off yourhands2. I advise you to bring him back at night because of the neighbours. They are sure he is lost. If they see you bringing him back, — they may kill you.
Yours,
Ebenezer Dorset.”
“God!” said I, “the old man is mad...”
Then I looked at Bill and stopped. I had never seen such miserable eyes.
“Sam,” said Bill, “what’s two hundred and fifty dol lars, after all3? We have the money. One more night with the boy4 and you will have to take me to the mad house. I think we must agree to Mr. Dorset’s kind prop osition. Oh, Sam, please, let us pay the money and go away from here!”
“To tell you the truth, Bill,” I said, “I am tired of our little friend too. We’ll take him home, pay the ran som and leave the town at once.”
We took Johnny home that night. We told him that his father had bought a rifle and mocassins for him. We also promised to hunt bears with him the next day.
It was twelve o’clock when we knocked at Ebenezer’s front door. He opened the door and, instead of receiving money from him, Bill put two hundred and fifty dollars into his hand.
When the boy saw that we were going to leave him at home he screamed and ran after us. His father caught him and held him.
“How long can you hold him?” asked Bill.
“I’m not so strong as I used to be,” said old Dorset, “but I think I can promise you ten minutes.”
“Enough,” said Bill. “In ten minutes I’ll cross the Central, Southern and Middle Western States. In fifteen minutes I’ll be in Canada.”
And although the night was very dark, and Bill was fat, and I was a much better runner than he, it took me a long time to catch up with him1.
Exercises ? Checking Comprehension
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