IN GILT letters on the ground glass of the door of room No. 962 were the words: "Robbins & Hartley, Brokers." The clerks had gone. It was past five, and with the solid tramp of a drove of prize Percherons, scrub-women were invading the cloud-capped twenty-story office building. A puff of red-hot air flavoured with lemon peelings, soft-coal smoke and train oil came in through the half-open windows.
Hartley, twenty-nine, serious, thin, good-looking, nevous, sighed and frowned a little.
"Yes," said he, "we always have cool nights in Floralhurst, especially in the winter."
Hartley pressed the "McComus" button. The door latch clicked spasmodically -- now hospitably, now doubtfully, as though in anxiety whether it might be admitting friends or duns. Hartley entered and began to climb the stairs after the manner of those who seek their friends in city flat-houses -- which is the manner of a boy who climbs an apple-tree, stopping when he comes upon what he wants.
Vivienne was about twenty-one. She was of the purest Saxon type. Her hair was a ruddy golden, each filament of the neatly gathered mass shining with its own lustre and delicate graduation of colour. In perfect harmony were her ivory-clear complexion and deep sea-blue eyes that looked upon the world with the ingenuous calmness of a mermaid or the pixie of an undiscovered mountain stream. Her frame was strong and yet possessed the grace of absolute naturalness. And yet with all her Northern clearness and frankness of line and colouring, there seemed to be something of the tropics in her -- something of languor in the droop of her pose, of love of ease in her ingenious complacency of satisfaction and comfort in the mere act of breathing -- something that seemed to claim for her a right as a perfect work of nature to exist and be admired equally with a rare flower or some beautiful, milk-white dove among its sober-hued companions.
She was dressed in a white waist and dark skirt -- that discreet masquerade of goose-girl and duchess.
"Mr. Hartley," she said hesitatingly, "I hardly know what to say to you. I realize all the advantages of your offer, and sometimes I feel sure that I could be contented with you. But, again, I am doubtful. I was born a city girl, and I am afraid to bind myself to a quiet suburban life."
"Ah!" exclaimed Hartley, with a tender, reminiscent light in his eye; "I remember well the evening I first saw you at the Montgomerys". Mrs. Montgomery was sounding your praises to me all the evening. And she hardly did you justice. I shall never forget that supper. Come, Vivienne, promise me. I want you. You"ll never regret coming with me. No one else will ever give you as pleasant a home."
She looked into his eyes with a sweet, sincere light in her own. Hartley could scarcely believe that her surrender was true, it was so swift and complete.
His wife screamed. Her mother came running into the hall. The dark-haired woman screamed again -- the joyful scream of a well-beloved and petted woman.
Robbins, fifty, something of an overweight beau, and addicted to first nights and hotel palm-rooms, pretended to be envious of his partner"s commuter"s joys.
"Going to be something doing in the humidity line to-night," he said. "You out-of-town chaps will be the people, with your katydids and moonlight and long drinks and things out on the front porch."
Hartley, twenty-nine, serious, thin, good-looking, ner- vous, sighed and frowned a little.
"Yes," said he, "we always have cool nights in Floral- hurst, especially in the winter."
A man with an air of mystery came in the door and went up to Hartley.
"I"ve found where she lives," he announced in the portentous half-whisper that makes the detective at work a marked being to his fellow men.
Hartley scowled him into a state of dramatic silence and quietude. But by that time Robbins had got his cane and set his tie pin to his liking, and with a debonair nod went out to his metropolitan amusements.
"Here is the address," said the detective in a natural tone, being deprived of an audience to foil.
Hartley took the leaf torn out of the sleuth"s dingy memorandum book. On it were pencilled the words "Vivienne Arlington, No. 341 East --th Street, care of Mrs. McComus."
"Moved there a week ago," said the detective. "Now, if you want any shadowing done, Mr. Hartley, I can do you as fine a job in that line as anybody in the city. It will be only $7 a day and expenses. Can send in a daily typewritten report, covering -- "
"You needn"t go on," interrupted the broker. "It isn"t a case of that kind. I merely wanted the address. How much shall I pay you?"
"One day"s work," said the sleuth. "A tenner will cover it."
Hartley paid the man and dismissed him. Then he left the office and boarded a Broadway car. At the first large crosstown artery of travel he took an eastbound car that deposited him in a decaying avenue, whose ancient structures once sheltered the pride and glory of the town.
Walking a few squares, he came to the building that he sought. It was a new flathouse, bearing carved upon its cheap stone portal its sonorous name, "The Vallambrosa." Fire-escapes zigzagged down its front -- these laden with household goods, drying clothes, and squalling children evicted by the midsummer heat. Here and there a pale rubber plant peeped from the miscellaneous mass, as if wondering to what kingdom it belonged -- vegetable, animal or artificial.
Hartley pressed the "McComus" button. The door latch clicked spasmodically -- now hospitably, now doubt- fully, as though in anxiety whether it might be admitting friends or duns. Hartley entered and began to climb the stairs after the manner of those who seek their friends in city flat-houses -- which is the manner of a boy who climbs an apple-tree, stopping when he comes upon what he wants.
On the fourth floor he saw Vivienne standing in an open door. She invited him inside, with a nod and a bright, genuine smile. She placed a chair for him near a window, and poised herself gracefully upon the edge of one of those Jekyll-and-Hyde pieces of furniture that are masked and mysteriously hooded, unguessable bulks by day and inquisitorial racks of torture by night.
Hartley cast a quick, critical, appreciative glance at her before speaking, and told himself that his taste in choosing had been flawless.
Vivienne was about twenty-one. She was of the purest Saxon type. Her hair was a ruddy golden, each filament of the neatly gathered mass shining with its own lustre and delicate graduation of colour. In perfect harmony were her ivory-clear complexion and deep sea-blue eyes that looked upon the world with the ingenuous calmness of a mermaid or the pixie of an undiscovered mountain stream. Her frame was strong and yet possessed the grace of absolute naturalness. And yet with all her North- ern clearness and frankness of line and colouring, there seemed to be something of the tropics in her -- something of languor in the droop of her pose, of love of ease in her ingenious complacency of satisfaction and comfort in the mere act of breathing -- something that seemed to claim for her a right as a perfect work of nature to exist and be admired equally with a rare flower or some beauti- ful, milk-white dove among its sober-hued companions.
She was dressed in a white waist and dark skirt - that discreet masquerade of goose-girl and duchess.
"Vivienne," said Hartley, looking at her pleadingly, "you did not answer my last letter. It was only by nearly a week"s search that I found where you had moved to. Why have you kept me in suspense when you knew how anxiously I was waiting to see you and hear from you?"
The girl looked out the window dreamily.
"Mr. Hartley," she said hesitatingly, "I hardly know what to say to you. I realize all the advantages of your offer, and sometimes I feel sure that I could be contented with you. But, again, I am doubtful. I was born a city girl, and I am afraid to bind myself to a quiet sub- urban life."
"My dear girl," said Hartley, ardently, "have I not told you that you shall have everything that your heart can desire that is in my power to give you? You shall come to the city for the theatres, for shopping and to visit your friends as often as you care to. You can trust me, can you not?"
"To the fullest," she said, turning her frank eyes upon him with a smile. "I know you are the kindest of men, and that the girl you get will be a lucky one. I learned all about you when I was at the Montgomerys"."
"Ah!" exclaimed Hartley, with a tender, reminiscent light in his eye; "I remember well the evening I first saw you at the Montgomerys". Mrs. Montgomery was sound- ing your praises to me all the evening. And she hardly did you justice. I shall never forget that supper. Come, Vivienne, promise me. I want you. You"ll never regret coming with me. No one else will ever give you as pleasant a home."
The girl sighed and looked down at her folded hands.
A sudden jealous suspicion seized Hartley.
"Tell me, Vivienne," he asked, regarding her keenly, "is there another -- is there some one else ?"
A rosy flush crept slowly over her fair cheeks and neck.
"You shouldn"t ask that, Mr. Hartley," she said, in some confusion. "But I will tell you. There is one other -- but he has no right -- I have promised him nothing."
"His name?" demanded Hartley, sternly.
"Rafford Townsend!" exclaimed Hartley, with a grim tightening of his jaw. "How did that man come to know you? After all I"ve done for him -- "
"His auto has just stopped below," said Vivienne, bending over the window-sill. "He"s coming for his answer. Oh I don"t know what to do!"
The bell in the flat kitchen whirred. Vivienne hurried to press the latch button.
"Stay here," said Hartley. "I will meet him in the hall."
Townsend, looking like a Spanish grandee in his light tweeds, Panama hat and curling black mustache, came up the stairs three at a time. He stopped at sight of Hartley and looked foolish.
"Go back," said Hartley, firmly, pointing downstairs with his forefinger.
"Hullo!" said Townsend, feigning surprise. "What"s up? What are you doing here, old man?"
"Go back," repeated Hartley, inflexibly. "The Law of the Jungle. Do you want the Pack to tear you in pieces? The kill is mine."
"I came here to see a plumber about the bathroom connections," said Townsend, bravely.
"All right," said Hartley. "You shall have that lying plaster to stick upon your traitorous soul. But, go back." Townsend went downstairs, leaving a bitter word to be wafted up the draught of the staircase. Hartley went back to his wooing.
"Vivienne," said he, masterfully. "I have got to have you. I will take no more refusals or dilly-dallying."
"When do you want me?" she asked.
"Now. As soon as you can get ready."
She stood calmly before him and looked him in the eye.
"Do you think for one moment," she said, "that I would enter your home while Hloise is there?"
Hartley cringed as if from an unexpected blow. He folded his arms and paced the carpet once or twice.
"She shall go," he declared grimly. Drops stood upon his brow. "Why should I let that woman make my life miserable? Never have I seen one day of freedom from trouble since I have known her. You are right, Vivienne. Hloise must be sent away before I can take you home. But she shall go. I have decided. I will turn her from my doors."
"When will you do this?" asked the girl.
Hartley clinched his teeth and bent his brows together.
"To-night," he said, resolutely. "I will send her away to-night."
"Then," said Vivienne, "my answer is "yes." Come for me when you will."
She looked into his eyes with a sweet, sincere light in her own. Hartley could scarcely believe that her sur- render was true, it was so swift and complete.
"Promise me," he said feelingly, "on your word and honour."
"On my word and honour," repeated Vivienne, softly.
At the door he turned and gazed at her happily, but yet as one who scarcely trusts the foundations of his joy.
"To-morrow," he said, with a forefinger of reminder uplifted.
"To-morrow," she repeated with a smile of truth and candour.
In an hour and forty minutes Hartley stepped off the train at Floralhurst. A brisk walk of ten minutes brought him to the gate of a handsome two-story cottage set upon a wide and well-tended lawn. Halfway to the house he was met by a woman with jet-black braided hair and flowing white summer gown, who half strangled him without apparent cause.
When they stepped into the hall she said:
"Mamma"s here. The auto is coming for her in half an hour. She came to dinner, but there"s no dinner."
"I"ve something to tell you," said Hartley. "I thought to break it to you gently, but since your mother is here we may as well out with it."
He stooped and whispered something at her ear.
His wife screamed. Her mother came running into the hall. The dark-haired woman screamed again- the joyful scream of a well-beloved and petted woman.
"Oh, mamma!" she cried ecstatically, "what do you think? Vivienne is coming to cook for us! She is the one that stayed with the Montgomerys a whole year. And now, Billy, dear," she concluded, "you must go right down into the kitchen and discharge Hloise. She has been drunk again the whole day long."
Don"t you feel silly now? O. Henry just doled out a masterful lesson on human frailty; in this case our all too hasty inclination to jump to conclusions based on false assumptions. It makes sense that he didn"t entitle it, "The Benefit of Doubt," that would have tipped his hand!
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. Robbins was fifty; Hartley - twenty-nine, - serious, good-looking and nervous.
A man came in and went up to Hartley.
Hartley took the paper and read: "Vivienne Arlington, No. 341, East Tenth Street."
"Thank you," said the broker. "It is not necessary. I only wanted the address. How much shall I pay you?"
"One day"s work," said the sleuth. "Ten dollars will be enough."
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. 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.
Hartley gave her a friendly look. He said to himself that she was a nice girl and dressed in good taste.
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.
"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? You knew very well that I wanted very much to see you and talk to you!"
The girl looked out of the window, thoughtfully.
"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 what answer you. I understand you are doing it for my happiness. Sometimes I feel that I should say `yes`. But at the same time 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."
"My dear girl," answered Hartley, "I have told you many times that my house is situated only a little way from 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?"
"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. I found out all about you when I was at the Montgomery"s."
"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. No one will give you a home as good as mine."
The girl said nothing.
Suddenly an idea came into his head.
The girl blushed and answered very quikly:
"His name?" demanded Hartley.
"Townsend."
"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!"
Townsend was surprised to see Hartley.
"Go back," said Hartley.
"Don"t tell me any lies," said Hartley, "go back!"
Townsend left very angry. Hartley returned to the girl.
"Vivienne," he said, "I need you very much. Stop playing with me!"
"When do you need me?" she asked.
"Now. As soon as you are ready to go."
She stood quietly and thought for a short time.
Then he said bravely: "She will have to go. 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."
"When will you do this?" asked the girl.
"To-night." said Hartley. "I will send her away to-night."
"Then," said Vivienne, "my answer is "yes". Come for me when you wish."
She looked into his eyes and smiled. Hartley was happy, but he was afraid to believe her.
"On my word of honor," repeat Vivienne softly.
At the door he turned and looked at her happily.
"To-morrow," he said.
"To-morrow," she repeat with a smile.
It took Hartley an hour and forty minutes to get to his home in the country.
The door was opened by a young woman who kissed him as he came in.
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. Robbins was fifty; Hartley - twenty-nine, - serious, good-looking and nervous.
A man came in and went up to Hartley.
"I have found out where she lives," he said in a halfwhisper. Hartley maid a sign of silence to him. When Robbins had put on his coat and hat and left the office, the detective said:
"Here is the address", and give Hartley a piece of paper. There were only a few words on it.
Hartley took the paper and read: "Vivienne Arlington, No. 341, East Tenth Street."
"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."
"Thank you," said the broker. "It is not necessary. I only wanted the address. How much shall I pay you?"
"One day"s work," said the sleuth. "Ten dollars will be enough."
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. 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 invite him inside with a bright smile. She put a chair for him near the window, and waited.
Hartley gave her a friendly look. He said to himself that she was a nice girl and dressed in good taste.
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.
"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? You knew very well that I wanted very much to see you and talk to you!"
The girl looked out of the window, thoughtfully.
"Mr. Hartley," she said as last, "I don"t know what to say to you. There more I think of your offer - the less I know what answer you. I understand you are doing it for my happiness. Sometimes I feel that I should say `yes`. But at the same time 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."
"My dear girl," answer Hartley, "I have told you many times that my house is situated only a little way from 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?"
"Yes, of cause I believe you," she said, turning her beautiful eyes on him with a smile. "I know you are very kind man. The girl that you will get - will be a lucky one. I found out all about you when I was at the Montgomery"s."
"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. No one will give you a home as good as mine."
The girl said nothing.
Suddenly an idea came into his head.
"Tell me, Vivienne," he asked, looking at her, "is there another - is there someone else?"
Сейчас мы читаем сказку О. Генри еще одну, но уже из книги оригинальной. Открываем книжку с тетенькой на корочке и берем рассказ № 2, называется «O. Henry – Girl », страница nine (9). Заголовок – «Girl - Девушка».
«On the glass door of the office were the words: "Robbins & Hartley, Brokers"» – [ɒ n ðə ɡ lɑ: s dɔ: r ə v ð i ˈɒ fɪ s wə ðə ˈ wɜ: dz ˈ rɑ:ˌ bɪ nz ə nd ˈ hɑ: tli ˈ brəʊ kə z] – На стеклянной двери офиса были слова «Робинс и Хартли – брокеры».
«It was past five, and the clerks had already gone» – [ɪ t wə z pɑ: st faɪ v ə nd ðə klɑ: ks hə d ɔ: lˈ redi ɡɒ n] – Был уже шестой час и клерки уже ушли».
«The two partners - Robbins and Hartley - were going to leave the office too» – [ðə tu: ˈ pɑ: tnə z ˈ rɑ:ˌ bɪ nz ə nd ˈ hɑ: tli wə ˈɡəʊɪŋ tə li: v ð i ˈɒ fɪ s tu:] – Два партнера (Робинс и Хартли) собирались покинуть офис тоже». Помните модель «to be going to do что-то»?
«Robbins was fifty; Hartley - twenty-nine, - serious, good-looking and nervous» – [ˈ rɑ:ˌ bɪ nz wə z ˈ fɪ fti ˈ hɑ: tli ˈ twenti naɪ n ˈ sɪə rɪə s ɡʊ d ˈ lʊ kɪŋ ə nd ˈ nɜ: və s] – Робинсу было 50, Хартли – 29 – серьезный, симпатичный и нервный».
«A man came in and went up to Hartley» – [ə mæ n keɪ m ɪ n ə nd ˈ went ʌ p tə ˈ hɑ: tli] – Вошел какой-то мужчина и подошел к Хартли».
«"I have found out where she lives," he said in a half-whisper» – [ˈ aɪ hə v faʊ nd aʊ t weə ʃ i lɪ vz hi ˈ sed ɪ n ə hɑ: f ˈ wɪ spə] – «Я нашел, где она живет», - сказал он полушепотом».
«Hartley made a sign of silence to him» – [ˈ hɑ: tli ˈ meɪ d ə saɪ n ə v ˈ saɪ lə ns tu ɪ m] – Хартли сделал ему знак молчания».
«When Robbins had put on his coat and hat and left the office, the detective said: "Here is the address," and gave Hartley a piece of paper» – [ wen ˈ rɑ:ˌ bɪ nz hə d ˈ pʊ t ɒ n ɪ z ˈ kəʊ t ə nd hæ t ə nd left ð i ˈɒ fɪ s ðə dɪˈ tektɪ v ˈ sed hɪə z ð i əˈ dres ə nd ɡ eɪ v ˈ hɑ: tli ə pi: s ə v ˈ peɪ pə] – Когда Робинс надел свое пальто и шляпу и вышел из офиса, детектив сказал: «Вот этот адрес», - и подал Хартли клочок бумажки». Послушайте внимательно. Вот такой лист с ровным краями – это sheet [ʃ i: t]. Если вот так взять и оторвать – это уже будет piece . А если вы режете хлеб или колбасу – это уже будет slice .
«There were only a few words on it» – [ðə wə r ˈəʊ nli ə fju: ˈ wɜ: dz ɒ n ɪ t] – На нем было всего несколько слов». С конца фразу переводим (конструкция ).
«Hartley took the paper and read: "Vivienne Arlington, No. 341, East Tenth Street."» – [ˈ hɑ: tli tʊ k ðə ˈ peɪ pə r ə nd ri: d ˈ vɪ vɪə n ˈɑ: lɪŋ tə n ˈ nʌ mbə θri: ˈ hʌ ndrə d ə nd ˈ fɔ: ti wʌ n i: st tenθ stri: t] – Хартли взял бумагу и прочитал: «Вивьен Арлингтон, 341 номер по десятой восточной улице»».
«"She moved there a week ago," said the detective» – [ʃ i mu: vd ðə r ə wi: k əˈɡəʊ ˈ sed ðə dɪˈ tektɪ v] – «Она переехала туда неделю назад», - сказал детектив».
«"Now, if you want to know more about her, Mr. Hartley, I can try to find out» – [ naʊ ɪ f ju wɒ nt tə nəʊ mɔ: r əˈ baʊ t hə ˈ mɪ stə ˈ hɑ: tli ˈ aɪ kə n traɪ tə faɪ nd aʊ t] – А теперь, если вы хотите знать больше про нее, мистер Хартли, я могу попытаться выяснить».
«It will cost you only seven dollars a day» – [ɪ t wl̩ kɒ st ju ˈəʊ nli ˈ sevn̩ ˈ dɒ lə z ə deɪ] – Это будет стоить вам всего 7 долларов в день».
«I can send you a report every day." » – [ˈ aɪ kə n send ju ə rɪˈ pɔ: t ˈ evri deɪ] – Я могу посылать вам отчет каждый день».
«"Thank you," said the broker» – [ θæŋ k ju ˈ sed ðə ˈ brəʊ kə] – «Благодарю, вас», - сказал брокер».
«"It is not necessary» – [ɪ t s nɒ t ˈ nesə sə ri] – В этом нет необходимости».
«I only wanted the address» – [əʊ nli ˈ wɒ ntɪ d ð i əˈ dres] – Мне только был нужен адрес».
«How much shall I pay you?” » – [ˈ haʊ ˈ mʌ tʃ ʃə l ˈ aɪ peɪ ju] – Сколько я вам должен заплатить?».
«"One day"s work," said the sleuth» – [ wʌ n ˈ deɪ z ˈ wɜ: k ˈ sed ðə slu: θ] – «Работа одного дня», - сказал сыщик». Видите, один раз его назвали detective , второй раз его назвали sleuth . Detective – это «детектив», sleuth – это «сыщик».
К слову day привязалось ‘ s – это кто? Is или has ? Это не is , не has , это притяжательность – одного дня работа (чья работа?).
«No one will give you a home as good as mine." » – [ nəʊ wʌ n wl̩ ɡɪ v ju ə həʊ m ə z ɡʊ d ə z maɪ n] – Никто тебе не даст дома такого хорошего, как у меня». Там и ступеньки, и лесенки, и всё, что надо.
«The girl said nothing» – [ðə ɡɜ: l ˈ sed ˈ nʌ θɪŋ] – Девушка ничего не сказала».
«Suddenly an idea came into his head» – [ sʌ dn̩ li ə n aɪˈ dɪə keɪ m ˈɪ ntə ɪ z hed] – Неожиданно страшная идея пришла в его голову».
«"Tell me, Vivienne," he asked, looking at her, "is there another - is there someone else?" » – – «Скажи мне, Вивьен», -- спросил он, глядя на нее, - «Что, есть еще одни? Еще кто-то, кроме меня».
«The girl blushed and answered very quickly: "You shouldn"t ask that, Mr. Hartley» – [ðə ɡɜ:l blʌʃt ənd ˈɑ:nsəd ˈveri ˈkwɪkli ju ˈʃʊdnt ɑ:sk ðæt ˈmɪstə ˈhɑ:tli] – Девушка вспыхнула и ответила очень быстро: «Вам не следовало этого спрашивать, мистер Хартли».
«But I will tell you» – – Но вам я скажу».
«There is another - but he has no right - I have promised him nothing." » – [ðə z əˈnʌðə bət hi həz nəʊ raɪt ˈaɪ həv ˈprɒmɪst ɪm ˈnʌθɪŋ] – Есть еще один…», причем another, не other, значит, кроме второго еще и третий есть. «… но он не имеет никаких прав, я ему ничего не пообещала».
«"His name?" demanded Hartley» – [ hɪ z ˈ neɪ m dɪˈ mɑ: ndɪ d ˈ hɑ: tli] – «Имя!» - потребовал Хартли».
«"Townsend." » – [ˈ taʊ nzə nd] – Таунсенд».
«"Rafford Townsend!" exclaimed Hartley angrily» – [ refɔ: d ˈ taʊ nzə nd ɪ kˈ skleɪ md ˈ hɑ: tli anɡ rə li] – «Рафод Таунсенд!» - воскликнул Хартли сердито».
«"Where did you meet that man? » – [ weə dɪ d ju mi: t ðæ t mæ n] – Где ты встретила этого человека?».
«I have done so much for him! » – [ˈ aɪ hə v dʌ n ˈ səʊ ˈ mʌ tʃ fə r ɪ m] – Я столько для него сделал!».
«How could he!" » – [ˈ haʊ kə d hi] – Как же он мог!». То есть, перейти дорогу ему с его любовью.
«"His car has just stopped at the house," said Vivienne, looking out of the window» – [ hɪ z kɑ: hə z dʒə st stɒ pt ə t ðə ˈ haʊ s ˈ sed ˈ vɪ vɪə n ˈ lʊ kɪŋ aʊ t ə v ðə ˈ wɪ ndəʊ] – «Его машина как раз остановилась возле дома», - сказала Вивьен, выглядывая из окошка». Ну, как всегда, рояль выстрелил.
«"He is coming for his answer» – [ hi z ˈ kʌ mɪŋ fə r ɪ z ˈɑ: nsə] – Он идет за ответом».
«Oh, I don"t know what to do!" » – [əʊ ˈ aɪ dəʊ nt nəʊ ˈ wɒ t tə du:] – Не знаю, что делать!».
«The bell rang» – [ðə bel ræŋ] – Зазвенел звоночек».
«Vivienne hurried to open the door» – [ˈvɪvɪən ˈhʌrɪd tu ˈəʊpən ðə dɔ:] – Вивьен поспешила открыть дверь».
«"Stay here," said Hartley» – – «Стой здесь», - сказал Хартли».
« “I will open the door myself." » – [ˈaɪ wl̩ ˈəʊpən ðə dɔ: maɪˈself] – Я сам открою дверь».
«Townsend was surprised to see Hartley» – [ˈtaʊnzənd wəz səˈpraɪzd tə ˈsi: ˈhɑ:tli] – Таунсенд был удивлен встретить Хартли».
«"Go back bastard ," said Hartley» – [ɡəʊ ˈbæk ˈbɑ:stəd ˈsed ˈhɑ:tli] – «Убирайся (по фамилии его опять назвал)», - сказал Хартли». То есть, Хартли это фамилия по паспорту, а bastard – это кличка\второе имя. (Ну, bastard – это внебрачный сын\гад\сволочь и т.п.).
«"Hullo!" said Townsend, "What"s up?» – [ həˈ ləʊ ˈ sed ˈ taʊ nzə nd wɒ ts ʌ p] – «Здорово! – сказал Таунсенд, «А что такое?»».
«What are you doing here, old man?" » – [ wʌ n ˈ wɒ t ə ju ˈ du:ɪŋ hɪə əʊ ld mæ n] – Ты, что тут делаешь, старик?».
«"Go back," repeated Hartley, “if you wanna stay alive ”» – [ɡəʊ ˈ bæ k rɪˈ pi: tɪ d ˈ hɑ: tli ɪ f ju ˈ wɒ nə steɪ əˈ laɪ v] – «Убирайся», - повторил Хартли, - «если хочешь жить».
«"The Law of the Jungle» – [ðə lɔ: əv ðə ˈdʒʌŋɡl̩] – Закон джунглей».
«She is mine." » – [ʃi z maɪn] – Она моя».
«"I came here to see her on business," said Townsend bravely» – [ˈaɪ keɪm hɪə tə ˈsi: hər ɒn ˈbɪznəs ˈsed ˈtaʊnzənd ˈbreɪvli] – «Да я пришел поговорить с ней по делу», - сказал Таунсенд смело».
«"Don"t tell me any lies or I kill you ," said Hartley, "go back!" » – – «Не ври мне, а то я убью тебя», - сказал Хартли, - «убирайся».
«Townsend left very angry. Hartley returned to the girl» – [ˈtaʊnzənd left ˈveri ˈæŋɡri ˈhɑ:tli rɪˈtɜ:nd tə ðə ɡɜ:l] – Таунсенд ушел очень разозленный. Хартли повернулся к девушке».
«"Vivienne," he said, "I need you very much» – [ˈvɪvɪən hi ˈsed ˈaɪ ni:d ju ˈveri ˈmʌtʃ] – «Вивьен», - сказал он, - «ты мне так нужна»».
«Stop playing with me!" » – – Ну перестань играть со мной».
«"When do you need me?" she asked» – – «А когда я тебе нужна?», - спросила она». Хороший вопрос.
«"Now. As soon as you are ready to go." » – – Сейчас. Вот как только ты будешь готова пойти».
«She stood quietly and thought for a short time» – [ʃi stʊd ˈkwaɪətli ənd ˈθɔ:t fər ə ʃɔ:t ˈtaɪm] – Она тихонечко постояла, подумала какое-то короткое время».
«"Do you think for one moment," she said, "that I shall enter your house while Helen is there?" » – – «А ты хоть на минутку подумай», - сказала она, - «что я войду в твой дом пока там еще Элен?». Двоеженец, судя по всему. Он-то не знал, что она знает.
«Hartley did not expect that» – [ˈ hɑ: tli dɪ d nɒ t ɪ kˈ spekt ðæ t] – Хартли этого не ожидал».
«At first he did not know what to say» – [ət ˈfɜ:st hi dɪd nɒt nəʊ ˈwɒt tə ˈseɪ] – Поначалу он даже не знал, что сказать».
«Then he said bravely: "She will have to go or to die» – [ðen hi ˈsed ˈbreɪvli ʃi wl̩ həv tə ɡəʊ ɔ: tə daɪ] – А затем он сказал смело: «Ей придется уйти или умереть».
«She is making my life miserable» – [ʃi z ˈmeɪkɪŋ maɪ laɪf ˈmɪzrəbl̩] – Она превратила мою жизнь в несчастье».
«I have never had a peaceful day since she came to my house» – [ˈaɪ həv ˈnevə həd ə ˈpi:sfəl deɪ sɪns ʃi keɪm tə maɪ ˈhaʊs] – Я не имел ни одного мирного\тихого дня с момента как она пришла в мой дом».
«But this is the end» – – Но этому конец».
«You are right, Vivienne, Helen must be sent away or killed before I can take you home» – – Ты права, Вивьен. Элен должна быть выпровожена или убита прежде чем я могу взять тебя домой».
«She must go, I have decided» – [ʃi məst ɡəʊ ˈaɪ həv dɪˈsaɪdɪd] – Одна должна уйти. Я решил».
«I will turn her out or shoot .” » – [ˈ aɪ wl̩ tɜ: n hə aʊ t ɔ: ʃ u: t] – Я ее выпровожу или застрелю».
«"When will you do this?" asked the girl» – [ wen wl̩ ju də ðɪ s ˈɑ: skt ðə ɡɜ: l] – «А когда ты это сделаешь?» - спросила девушка». Смотрите, сволочь какая. Мало того, что она его сподвигнула на это дело, подвела его к необходимости shoot ее, да еще и спрашивает, когда он это сделает, чтобы приготовиться.
«"Tonight," said Hartley» – [ təˈ naɪ t ˈ sed ˈ hɑ: tli] – «Сегодня же ночью», - сказал Хартли».
«"I will send her away tonight." » – [ˈ aɪ wl̩ send hə r əˈ weɪ təˈ naɪ t] – Я ее сегодня же ночью выпровожу».
«"Then," said Vivienne, "my answer is "yes"» – [ð en ˈ sed ˈ vɪ vɪə n maɪ ˈɑ: nsə z jes] – «Ну тогда», - сказала Вивьен, - «мой ответ «да»».
«Come for me when you wish"» – – Приходи за мной когда пожелаешь».
«She looked into his eyes and smiled.» – [ʃ i lʊ kt ˈɪ ntə ɪ z aɪ z ə nd smaɪ ld] – Она поглядела в его глаза и улыбнулась».
«Hartley was happy, but he was afraid to believe her» – [ˈ hɑ: tli wə z ˈ hæ pi bə t hi wə z əˈ freɪ d tə bɪˈ li: v hə] – Хартли был счастлив, но он боялся поверить ей». А то и Элен застрелит, и эта откажется, и что тогда делать?
«"Promise me," he said, "on your word of honor» – [ˈ prɒ mɪ s mi: hi ˈ sed ɒ n jə ˈ wɜ: d ə v ˈɒ nə] – «Пообещай мне», - сказал он, - «своим честным словом».
«"On my word of honor," repeated Vivienne softly» – [ɒ n maɪ ˈ wɜ: d ə v ˈɒ nə rɪˈ pi: tɪ d ˈ vɪ vɪə n ˈ sɒ ftli] – «Честное слово», - повторила Вивьен мягко».
«At the door he turned and looked at her happily» – [ə t ðə dɔ: hi tɜ: nd ə nd lʊ kt ə t hə ˈ hæ pɪ li] – В дверях он обернулся и поглядел на нее счастливо».
«"Tomorrow," he said» – [ təˈ mɒ rəʊ hi ˈ sed] – «Завтра», - сказал он».
«"Tomorrow," she repeated with a smile» – [ təˈ mɒ rəʊ ʃ i rɪˈ pi: tɪ d wɪð ə smaɪ l] – «Завтра», - повторила она с улыбкой». Представляете до чего договорились два гада? Ужас.
«It took Hartley an hour and forty minutes to get to his home in the country» – [ɪ t tʊ k ˈ hɑ: tli ə n ˈ aʊə r ə nd ˈ fɔ: ti ˈ mɪ nɪ ts tə ˈɡ et tu ɪ z həʊ m ɪ n ðə ˈ kʌ ntri] – У Хартли отняло час сорок минут добраться до своего дома в сельской местности». Ну, то есть, он жил в своем доме, в особняке.
«The door was opened by a young woman who kissed him as he came in» – [ðə dɔ: wə z ˈəʊ pə nd baɪ ə jʌŋ ˈ wʊ mə n hu: kɪ st ɪ m ə z hi keɪ m ɪ n] – Дверь была открыта молодой женщиной, которая поцеловала его, когда он вошел». Ну, она же еще не знает, что ей сейчас будет.
«"Mother is here," she said» – [ˈmʌðə z hɪə ʃi ˈsed] – «Мама здесь», - сказала она».
«"She came for dinner, but there is no dinner." » – [ʃ i keɪ m fə ˈ dɪ nə bə t ðə z nəʊ ˈ dɪ nə] – Она пришла на обед, а обеда нету».
«"I’ve something to tell you," said Hartley, "some news." » – [ aɪ v ˈ sʌ mθɪŋ tə tel ju ˈ sed ˈ hɑ: tli sə m nju: z] – «У меня есть кое-что сказать тебе», - сказал Хартли, - «кое-какие новости»».
«"What kind of news,” asked the woman, "good or bad news?" » – [ˈwɒt kaɪnd əv nju:z ˈɑ:skt ðə ˈwʊmən ɡʊd ɔ: ˌbæd ˈnju:z] – «А какие новости», - спросила женщина, - «хорошие или плохие?».
«He whispered something in her ear» – – Он шепнул ей что-то в ухо».
«Hartley"s wife screamed» – [ˈhɑ:tliz waɪf skri:md] – Жена Хартли завопила».
«Her mother came running into the hall» – – Ее мама вбежала (вошла бежа) в комнату».
«His wife screamed again - it was a happy scream, very happy» – – Его жена завопила снова – это был счастливый крик, очень счастливый».
«"Oh, Mother," she cried, "what, do you think? » – [əʊ ˈmʌðə ʃi kraɪd ˈwɒt də ju ˈθɪŋk] – «Ой, мама», - закричала она, «что ты думаешь?».
«Vivienne has agreed to come and cook for us! » – [ˈvɪvɪən həz əˈɡri:d tə kʌm ənd kʊk fər əz] – Вивьен согласилась приехать готовить нам еду!».
«She is the cook that worked for the Montgomerys a whole year» – [ʃi z ðə kʊk ðət wɜ:kt fə ðə mantˈɡəmris ə həʊl ˈjiə] – Она та повариха, которая работала на Монтгомери целый год».
«I am so happy! » – [ˈaɪ əm ˈsəʊ ˈhæpi] – Я такая счастливая».
«And now, Bill, dear, you must go to the kitchen and send Helen away» – [ənd naʊ bɪl dɪə ju məst ɡəʊ tə ðə ˈkɪtʃɪn ənd send ˈhelən əˈweɪ] – А сейчас, Билл, дорогой, ты должен пойти в кухню и выпроводить Элен прочь».
«She is drunk again." » – [ʃi z drʌŋk əˈɡen] – Она снова пьяная».
Вот вам О. Генри. Концовки у него всегда absolutely unexpected (абсолютно неожиданные).
Внимание, дома прочитать заново материал базовый и запомнить все новые слова. И то же самое абсолютно сделать с рассказом «Girl ». Выделить цветом все слова новые для вас, на полях написать переводы, и быть готовыми отвечать на мои вопрос. А именно, я спрошу: «What was Hartley? – А кто был такой Хартли?». Вы должны сказать: «Hartley was a broker. He was 28. He was good-looking. He was nervous ». Спрошу следующий вопрос: «Had he a partner? – А у него был партнер?». Вы скажите: «Yes, he had ». Я скажу: «What’ s his name? – Как его звали?». Вы скажете: «Robbins ». И вот так я вас могу опросить по всему рассказу.
Вот вам первых два задания.