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
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     УДК 811.111(075) ББК 81.2Англ-93 Г34Серия «Английский клуб» включает книги и учебные посо бия, рассчитанные на пять этапов изучения английского языка: Elementary (для начинающих), Pre-Intermediate (для продолжающих первого уровня), Intermediate (для продолжающих второго уровня), Upper Intermediate (для продолжающих третьего уровня) и Advanced (для совер шенствующихся) . Серийное оформление А. М. Драгового Генри, О. Г34 Рассказы [= Stories] / О. Генри; адаптация текста, коммент. Г. К. Магидсон-Степановой; упражнения А. Е. Хабенской. — М.: Айрис-пресс, 2012. — 160 с.: ил. — (Английский клуб). — (До машнее чтение). ISBN 978-5-8112-4664-9 Настоящий сборник состоит из адаптированных рассказов американ ского писателя О. Генри. Текст рассказов несколько сокращен, а трудные слова и выражения заменены на общеупотребительные. Каждый рассказ сборника снабжен постраничным комментарием, а также упражнениями, направленными на проверку понимания текста, отработку лексики и грам матических правил, развитие устной речи. Книга предназначена для учащихся 10 классов средних школ, гимназий, лицеев. ББК 81.2Англ-93 УДК811.111(075) ISBN 978-5-8112-4664-9 © ООО «Издательство «АЙРИС- пресс», оформление, адаптация, комментарий, упражнения, 2003 THE COUNT AND THE WEDDING GUEST Andy Donovan was a boarder at Mrs. Scott’s board ing-house. One evening he came to dinner and Mrs. Scott intro duced him to a new boarder, a young girl, Miss Conway. Miss Conway was small and quite simple. She wore a plain brown dress. After the introduction she did not speak to Andy Donovan. She sat looking at her plate and he forgot Miss Conway almost at once. Two weeks later Andy was sitting on the front steps of the boarding-house, smoking a cigar. Suddenly somebody came out. He turned his head ... and his head turned.1 Miss Conway was coming out of the door. She wore a beautiful black dress and a beautiful black hat. Her shoes and her gloves were black too. Her rich golden hair, and her large grey eyes made her almost beautiful. She stood looking above the houses across the street up into the sky. Her eyes were sad. All in black, and that sad far-away look1 and the golden hair shining under the black veil... Mr. Donovan threw away his unfinished cigar. “It’s a fine, clear evening, Miss Conway,” he said. “Yes, it is,” answered Miss Conway, “but not for me, Mr. Donovan.” “I hope none of your family is1 ...” said Andy. Miss Conway was silent. At last she said: “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.” Andy Donovan did not ask any more questions2 and their conversation came to an end. The more Andy thought of Miss Conway the more he was sorry for her.1 Once he said to her at table: “It’s hard to be alone in New York. You should go out2 sometimes to forget your trouble. Do you wish to take a walk in the park, Miss Conway? If you allow me...” “Thank you, Mr. Donovan,” said Miss Conway. “I shall be very glad to have your company. You are very kind.” While walking1 in the park Miss Conway told Andy her sad story. “His name was Fernando Mazzini and he was an Ital ian Count. He had a lot of land and a villa in Italy. We were going to get married2 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 re ceived a letter from Italy. It says that Fernando is dead. He was killed in a gondola accident. “That is why I am wearing black. That is why I am always sad. I cannot take an interest in anybody.1 If you wish to walk back to the house, Mr.Donovan, let’s go.” Andy Donovan did not wish to walk back to the house. “I’m very sorry1,” he said softly. “No, we won’t1 go back to the house, not yet1. And don’t say that you have no friends in this city, Miss Conway. I’m very, very sor ry for you. And you must believe that I’m your friend.” “I have a small photograph of him 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.” Mr. Donovan looked at the photograph with much in terest and for a long time. The face of Count Mazzini was an interesting one1. It was a clever face of a strong man. “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 day2. He will always be present in my heart.3” When they came into the hall of the boarding-house she ran up to her room and brought down a big photo graph of the dead man. “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?” A month later they told Mrs.Scott that they were going to get married. But in spite of4 this Miss Conway continued to wear black. One evening Mr. Donovan and Miss Conway were sit ting 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 de cided to ask him a question. “What is the matter1, Andy?” “Nothing, Maggie.” “But you never looked so unhappy before. What is it?” “It’s nothing much2, Maggie.” “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 away3, please!” “All right, I’ll tell you,” said Andy. “I have a friend. His name is Mike Sullivan. Do you know him?” “No, I don’t,” said Maggie. “And I don’t want to know him if you are so unhappy because of4 him.” “He is a good friend, Maggie,” continued Andy. “I saw him yesterday and I told him I was going to get married in two weeks5. ‘Andy,’ says he, ‘I want to be present at your wedding. Send me an invitation and I’ll come.’” “Well, why don’t you invite him then if he wants so much to come?” said Maggie. “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 ques tions now, because I can’t answer them.” “You must! You must tell me everything,” said Maggie. “All right,” answered Andy. “Maggie, do you love me as much as you loved your ... your Count Mazzini?” He waited a long time, but Maggie did not answer. Suddenly she turned to him and began to cry. “There, there, there!6” repeated Andy. “What is the matter now?” “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 of a plan.
But instead of leaving her4, Andy put his arms about her5 and looked into her face. She looked up and saw how happy he was. “Can you ... can you forget it, Andy?” she asked. “Of course, I can,” said Andy. “I’m glad you have told me everything, Maggie.” They were silent for some time. Then Maggie said: “Andy, did you believe all that story about the Count?” “Well, not all of it6,” said Andy, “because the pho tograph you have shown me is the photograph of my friend, Mike Sullivan.” Exercises ? Checking Comprehension 1 Make the right choice.
Say whether the statement is true or false. Correct the false one.
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