Книга - 7 shorts stories more by O. Henry. Книга для чтения на английском языке
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7 shorts stories more by O. Henry.
O. Henry
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Transients || in Arcadia
Here is a certain hotel on Broadway that is very pleasant in the summer. Not many people have heard | | about it. It is wide and cool ||. Its rooms have walls of dark wood. There are green trees around it, and soft winds. It has all the pleasures of mountain living, and none of the pains | . |. You will eat better fish than you could catch for yourself in streams in the hills. You will have better meat than a hunter brings home from the forest.
A few | | have discovered this cool spot in the hot summer of New York. You will see these few guests | |, eating dinner in the hotel restaurant. They are happy to be there, and happy to know that they are very few. They feel especially wise because they have found this delightful place.
More waiters than necessary are always near. They bring what is wanted before anyone asks for it.
The pleasing distant noise of Broadway sounds like running water in a forest. At every footstep | |, the guests turn quickly and look. They are afraid that the restless pleasure-seekers | | will find their hotel and destroy its pleasant quiet ||.
And so these few | | live during the hot season. They enjoy the delights of mountain and seashore. All is brought to them in their Broadway hotel.
This summer a lady came to the hotel giving this name: Madame Hloise DArcy Beaumont.
The name was like a name in the story of a great romance. And Madame Beaumont was the kind of lady the Hotel Lotus loved. She was beautiful and her manner was very fine. Everyone wished to serve her | |. The other guests believed that as a guest she was perfection.
This perfect guest did not often leave the hotel. In this, she was like the other guests of the Hotel Lotus. To enjoy that hotel, one needed to forget the city. New York might have been | | miles away. At night sometimes one might go out. But during the hot day one |, | remained in the cool shade of the Lotus.
Madame was alone in the Hotel Lotus. She was alone as a queen is alone, because of her high position. She rose from bed late in the morning. She was then a sweet, soft person who seemed to shine quietly.
But at dinner she was different. She would wear a beautiful dress. I cannot find words fine enough to tell about it. Always there were red flowers at her shoulder. When the head waiter | | saw a dress like this, he met it at the door. You thought of Paris when you saw it, and of the theater and of old romances.
A story about Madame Beaumont was told | | among the guests in the Hotel Lotus. It was said | , , - , | that she was a woman who had traveled | . Had traveled , , | all over the world. It was said that she knew the most important people everywhere. It was said that in her white hands she held the future of certain || nations.
It was no surprise, they said, that such a lady should choose the Hotel Lotus. It was the most desirable and the most restful place in America during the heat of summer.
On the third day of Madame Beaumonts stay in the hotel, a young man entered as a guest. His clothes were quiet | | but good. His face was pleasant. His expression was that of a man who had traveled and could understand the world. He said that he would remain three or four days. He asked about the sailing of certain ships | |. He seemed to like this hotel the best of all he had known.
The young man put his name on the list of hotel guests: Harold Farrington. It was a name with a fine sound. And the young man belonged perfectly in the quiet life of the Lotus. In one day he became like all the other guests. Like them he had his table and his waiter. He also had the same fear that the wrong people might suddenly discover this hotel and destroy its peace.
After dinner on the next day, Madame Beaumont dropped something as she passed | | Harold Farringtons table. He picked it up and, following her, returned it. He spoke only a few quiet words as he did this, and she was pleased | | by his good manners. She knew that he was a gentleman.
Guests of the Lotus seemed to understand each other very easily. Perhaps it was the result of having discovered this Broadway hotel. Guests felt sure that only especially fine people would enjoy the cool delights of the Lotus. Now, very quickly, a sudden friendship grew between Farrington and Madame Beaumont. They stood and talked for a few moments.
I have seen too much of the usual summer hotels, said Madame Beaumont, with a small but sweet smile. Why go to the mountains or the seashore | |? We cannot escape noise and dust there. The people who make noise and dust follow us there.
Even on the ocean, said Farrington, sadly, those same people are all around us. What shall we do | | when they discover the Lotus?
I hope they dont discover the Lotus this week, said Madame. I know only one other place I like as well | . as well |. It is the beautiful home of a prince in the mountains in Europe.
The best people, said Farrington, are seeking for the quiet places, like this one, where they can escape the crowds | |.
I promise myself three more days of this delightful rest, said Madame Beaumont. The next day my ship sails.
Harold Farringtons eyes showed that he was sorry | |. I too must leave then, he said. But I am not sailing for Europe.
We cannot stay here forever, though it is so delightful, said Madame Beaumont. I like it better | | than my usual life, which is too full of people. I shall | shall : 1) ( ), 2) . shall will, c : Shall I open the window? ?| never forget my week in the Hotel Lotus.
Nor shall I, | . Nor , , : I drink neither coffee nor tea ( neither): I dont drink coffee nor tea| said Farrington in a low voice. And I shall never like the ship that carries you away ||.
On their last evening the two sat together at a little table. A waiter brought them something cool |. . . cool | to eat.
Madame Beaumont was wearing the same beautiful dress. She seemed thoughtful ||.
When she had finished eating, she took out a dollar.
Mr. Farrington, she said, with the smile that everyone in the Lotus loved, I want to tell you something. Im going to leave early tomorrow morning because I must go back to work. I work selling || womens clothes at Caseys shop. That dollar is all the money I have. I wont have more until I get paid | | at the end of the week. Youre a real gentleman and youve been good to me. I wanted to tell you before I went.
For a year Ive been planning to come here. Each week I put aside || a little of my pay, so that I would have enough money. I wanted to live one week like a rich lady. I wanted to get up in the morning when I wished. I wanted to be served by waiters. I wanted to have the best of everything. Now Ive done it, and Ive been happier than I ever was before. And now Im going back to work.
I wanted to tell you about it, Mr. Farrington, because I I thought you liked me, and I I liked you. This week Ive told you many things that werent true. I told you things Ive read about. They never happened to me. Ive been living in a story | |. It wasnt real. I wanted you to think I was a great lady.
This dress Im wearing its the only pretty dress I own. I havent paid for it yet | |. Im paying for it a little at a time.
The price was seventy-five dollars. It was made for me at ODowd and Levinskys shop. I paid ten dollars first, and now I have to pay a dollar a week until its all paid.
And thats all I have to say, Mr. Farrington, except that my name is Mamie Siviter, and not Madame Beaumont. Thank you for listening to me. This dollar is the dollar Im going to pay for my dress tomorrow. And now Ill go up to my room.
As Harold Farrington listened, his face had not changed. When she had finished, he took out a small book and began to write in it. Then he pulled out the small page with his writing on it | -|, and gave it to her. And he took the dollar from her hand.
I go to work too, tomorrow morning, he said. And I decided to begin now. That paper says youve paid your dollar for this week. Ive been working for ODowd and Levinsky for three years. Strange, isnt it? We both had the same idea. I always wanted to stay at a good hotel. I get twenty dollars a week. Like you, I put aside a little money at a time, until I had enough. Listen, Mamie. Will you go to the pleasure park on Coney Island with me on pay day? | - |
The girl who had been Madame Hloise DArcy Beaumont smiled.
Id love to go, Mr. Farrington. Coney will be all right, although we did live here | | with rich people for a week.
They could hear the night noises of the hot city. Inside the Hotel Lotus it was cool. The waiter stood near, ready to get anything they asked for.
Madame Beaumont started up to her room for the last time.
And he said, Forget that Harold Farrington, will you? McManus is the nameJames McManus. Some call me Jimmy.
Good night, Jimmy, said Madame.
The Count || and the Wedding Guest
Andy Donovan had his dinner each evening in the house on Second Avenue where he lived in a furnished room | |. One evening at dinner he met a new guest, a young lady, Miss Conway.
Miss Conway was small and quiet. She was wearing a plain brown dress. She seemed interested in very little | | except her dinner, and her dinner did not interest her very much. She looked up at Mr. Donovan and spoke his name, and then began to eat again.
Mr. Donovan had a smile that everyone liked. He smiled at her and then thought no more | | about her.
Two weeks later Andy was sitting outside the house enjoying the cool evening. He heard a movement behind him. He turned his head, and could not turn it back || again.
Coming out of the door was Miss Conway. She was wearing a night-black dress of soft, thin cloth. Her hat was black. She was putting black gloves on her hands. There was no white and no color | , -| anywhere about her. All black. Someone in her family had died. Mr. Donovan was certain || about that.
Her rich golden hair lay soft and thick at the back of her neck. Her face was not really pretty, but her large gray eyes made it almost beautiful. She looked up into the sky with an expression of sadness.
All black, readers. Think of her. All black, and that golden hair, and looking sadly far away.
Mr. Donovan suddenly decided to think about Miss Conway. He stood up.
Its a fine, clear evening | |, Miss Conway, he said.
It is to them with the heart to enjoy it | , |, Mr. Donovan, said Miss Conway. She took a deep slow breath.
I hope no oneno one of your familyhas died?
Death has taken | |, said Miss Conway, not one of my family, but one whoI must not speak of my troubles to you, Mr. Donovan.
Why not, Miss Conway? Perhaps I could understand.
Miss Conway smiled a little smile. And oh, her face was sadder than when she was not smiling.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, she said. But the world is not interested in sadness. I have learned that, Mr. Donovan. I have no friends in this city. But you have been kind to me. Thank you for it.
He had done nothing except offer her the salt at dinner | , |.
Its not easy to be alone in New York, said Mr. Donovan. But when New York is friendly, its very friendly. Shall we take a little walk in the park? It might be good for you.
Thanks, Mr. Donovan. I would enjoy it. But I dont want my sadness to make you sad.
They went through the open gates of the park and found a quiet seat.
We were going to be married | | soon, said Miss Conway. He was a real Count. He had land and a big house in Italy. Count Fernando Mazzini was his name. My father didnt want me to marry him. Once we ran away || to get married, and my father followed and took me home. I was afraid they were going to fight | |.
But then my father agreed. Fernando went to Italy to make everything ready for me. My fathers |was| very proud. Fernando wanted to give me several thousand dollars for new clothes, and my father said no. When Fernando went away, I came to the city. I work in a shop.
Three days ago I had a letter from Italy. It said that Fernando had been killed | |.
That is why Im wearing black. My heart has died, Mr. Donovan, with Fernando. I cannot take interest in anyone | |. I should not keep you from || your friends who can smile and enjoy things with you. Shall we walk back to the house?
Now, readers, if a girl tells a man her heart has died, he wants to make it live again.
Im very sorry, said Mr. Donovan. No, we wont walk back to the house yet. And dont say you have no friends in this city, Miss Conway. Im your friend, and I want you to believe that.
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- Теги: адаптированный английский, английский для начинающих, книги для чтения на английском языке, Самиздат
- Язык: Книги на русском языке
- Объём: 50 стр.
- Дата написания: 2020
- Возрастные ограничения: 6+
- Дата выхода книги: 15 июля 2020
- Версия: 📚 Электронная книга
В этой книге мы собрали и адаптировали для чтения на английском языке 7 рассказов О. Генри. Суть наших книг – частичный перевод текста на русский язык и его комментарии от преподавателя английского языка Романа Зинзера. Рекомендуемый уровень знания английского языка – Pre-Intermediate.
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