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SHIRLEY GRIFFITH: Now, the VOA Special English program AMERICAN STORIES.

We present a special Christmas story called "The Gift of the Magi" by O. Henry. Here is Shep O"Neal with the story.

SHEP O"NEAL: One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it in the smallest pieces of money - pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by negotiating with the men at the market who sold vegetables and meat. Negotiating until one"s face burned with the silent knowledge of being poor. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but sit down and cry. So Della cried. Which led to the thought that life is made up of little cries and smiles, with more little cries than smiles.

Della finished her crying and dried her face. She stood by the window and looked out unhappily at a gray cat walking along a gray fence in a gray back yard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only one dollar and eighty-seven cents to buy her husband Jim a gift. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result.

Jim earned twenty dollars a week, which does not go far. Expenses had been greater than she had expected. They always are. Many a happy hour she had spent planning to buy something nice for him. Something fine and rare -- something close to being worthy of the honor of belonging to Jim.

There was a tall glass mirror between the windows of the room. Suddenly Della turned from the window and stood before the glass mirror and looked at herself. Her eyes were shining, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Quickly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, Mister and Missus James Dillingham Young had two possessions which they valued. One was Jim"s gold time piece, the watch that had been his father"s and his grandfather"s. The other was Della"s hair.

Had the Queen of Sheba lived in their building, Della would have let her hair hang out the window to dry just to reduce the value of the queen"s jewels.

So now Della"s beautiful hair fell about her, shining like a brown waterfall. It reached below her knees and made itself almost like a covering for her. And then quickly she put it up again. She stood still while a few tears fell on the floor.

She put on her coat and her old brown hat. With a quick motion and brightness still in her eyes, she danced out the door and down the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Madame Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." Della ran up the steps to the shop, out of breath.

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take your hat off and let us have a look at it."

Down came the beautiful brown waterfall of hair.

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the hair with an experienced hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

The next two hours went by as if they had wings. Della looked in all the stores to choose a gift for Jim.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. It was a chain -- simple round rings of silver. It was perfect for Jim"s gold watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be for him. It was like him. Quiet and with great value. She gave the shopkeeper twenty-one dollars and she hurried home with the eighty-seven cents that was left.

When Della arrived home she began to repair what was left of her hair. The hair had been ruined by her love and her desire to give a special gift. Repairing the damage was a very big job.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny round curls of hair that made her look wonderfully like a schoolboy. She looked at herself in the glass mirror long and carefully.

"If Jim does not kill me before he takes a second look at me," she said to herself, "he"ll say I look like a song girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?"

At seven o"clock that night the coffee was made and the pan on the back of the stove was hot and ready to cook the meat.

Jim was never late coming home from work. Della held the silver chain in her hand and sat near the door. Then she heard his step and she turned white for just a minute. She had a way of saying a little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in. He looked thin and very serious. Poor man, he was only twenty-two and he had to care for a wife. He needed a new coat and gloves to keep his hands warm.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a dog smelling a bird. His eyes were fixed upon Della. There was an expression in them that she could not read, and it frightened her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor fear, nor any of the feelings that she had been prepared for. He simply looked at her with a strange expression on his face. Della went to him.

"Jim, my love," she cried, "do not look at me that way. I had my hair cut and sold because I could not have lived through Christmas without giving you a gift. My hair will grow out again. I just had to do it. My hair grows very fast. Say "Merry Christmas!" Jim, and let us be happy. You do not know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I have for you."

"You have cut off your hair?" asked Jim, slowly, as if he had not accepted the information even after his mind worked very hard.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Do you not like me just as well? I am the same person without my hair, right?

Jim looked about the room as if he were looking for something.

"You say your hair is gone?" he asked.

"You need not look for it," said Della. "It is sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It is Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it was cut for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the meat on, Jim?"

Jim seemed to awaken quickly and put his arms around Della. Then he took a package from his coat and threw it on the table.

"Do not make any mistake about me, Dell," he said. "I do not think there is any haircut that could make me like my girl any less. But if you will open that package you may see why you had me frightened at first."

White fingers quickly tore at the string and paper. There was a scream of joy; and then, alas! a change to tears and cries, requiring the man of the house to use all his skill to calm his wife.

For there were the combs -- the special set of objects to hold her hair that Della had wanted ever since she saw them in a shop window. Beautiful combs, made of shells, with jewels at the edge --just the color to wear in the beautiful hair that was no longer hers. They cost a lot of money, she knew, and her heart had wanted them without ever hoping to have them. And now, the beautiful combs were hers, but the hair that should have touched them was gone.

But she held the combs to herself, and soon she was able to look up with a smile and say, "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

Then Della jumped up like a little burned cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful gift. She happily held it out to him in her open hands. The silver chain seemed so bright.

"Isn"t it wonderful, Jim? I looked all over town to find it. You will have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim fell on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let us put our Christmas gifts away and keep them a while. They are too nice to use just right now. I sold my gold watch to get the money to buy the set of combs for your hair. And now, why not put the meat on."

The magi were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Baby Jesus. They invented the art of giving Christmas gifts. Being wise, their gifts were wise ones. And here I have told you the story of two young people who most unwisely gave for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days, let it be said that of all who give gifts, these two were the wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

SHIRLEY GRIFFITH: You have heard the American story "The Gift of the Magi." This story was written by O. Henry and adapted into Special English by Karen Leggett. Your storyteller was Shep O"Neal. The producer was Lawan Davis. I"m Shirley Griffith.

Когда на небе озарилась звезда, мудрые волхвы поспешили к Деве Марии с поздравлениями. Они первыми одарили Сына Всевышнего дарами. Супруги Джим и Делла живут чрезвычайно скромно. В канун праздника они в тайне отправляются за подарками. Оба и рады бы купить для своей половинки самое лучшее, что может предложить витрина магазина, но скромные доходы не позволяют воплотить в реальность мечту своей пассии. Джим, влюбленный в красоту своей жены, наиболее восхищается ее роскошными локонами. Как чудно на них будут смотреться черепаховые гребни. Джим решает продать свои золотые карманные часы, чтобы порадовать любимую женщину роскошным подарком. Делла, сгорая от чувства стыда, торгуется со всеми продавцами, чтобы выручить лишний цент от покупки продуктов к праздничному столу. С горестью осознавая, что доллара и нескольких центов никак не хватает на цепочку для часов мужа, она решается продать свои чудные волосы. На вырученные 20 долларов Делла покупает подарок. Это будут самые бессмысленные дары от самых мудрых в мире людей.

This most famous story by O. Henry «The Gift of the Magi» is something special. It is written by him to remind us about love and sacrifice and not only on Christmas day but ever.

The story has recorded and adapted for the intermediate level by VOA. You can read and listen to «The Gift of the Magi» online. If you study the Russian language, there is the translation of the story in its abriged version. You are welcome!

«The Gift of the Magi» by O. Henry

(a story for the intermediate level to read online)

The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry (intermediate). Listen online:

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it in the smallest pieces of money — pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by negotiating with the men at the market who sold vegetables and meat. Negotiating until one’s face burned with the silent knowledge of being poor. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but sit down and cry. So Della cried. Which led to the thought that life is made up of little cries and smiles, with more little cries than smiles.

Della finished her crying and dried her face. She stood by the window and looked out unhappily at a gray cat walking along a gray fence in a gray back yard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only one dollar and eighty-seven cents to buy her husband Jim a gift. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result.

Jim earned twenty dollars a week, which does not go far. Expenses had been greater than she had expected. They always are. Many a happy hour she had spent planning to buy something nice for him. Something fine and rare — something close to being worthy of the honor of belonging to Jim.

There was a tall glass mirror between the windows of the room. Suddenly Della turned from the window and stood before the glass mirror and looked at herself. Her eyes were shining, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Quickly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, Mister and Missus James Dillingham Young had two possessions which they valued. One was Jim’s gold time piece, the watch that had been his father’s and his grandfather’s. The other was Della’s hair.

Had the Queen of Sheba lived in their building, Della would have let her hair hang out the window to dry just to reduce the value of the queen’s jewels.

So now Della’s beautiful hair fell about her, shining like a brown waterfall. It reached below her knees and made itself almost like a covering for her. And then quickly she put it up again. She stood still while a few tears fell on the floor.

She put on her coat and her old brown hat. With a quick motion and brightness still in her eyes, she danced out the door and down the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: «Madame Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds.» Della ran up the steps to the shop, out of breath.

«Will you buy my hair?» asked Della.

«I buy hair,» said Madame. «Take your hat off and let us have a look at it.»

Down came the beautiful brown waterfall of hair.

«Twenty dollars,» said Madame, lifting the hair with an experienced hand.

«Give it to me quick,» said Della.

The next two hours went by as if they had wings. Della looked in all the stores to choose a gift for Jim.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. It was a chain — simple round rings of silver. It was perfect for Jim’s gold watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be for him. It was like him. Quiet and with great value. She gave the shopkeeper twenty-one dollars and she hurried home with the eighty-seven cents that was left.

When Della arrived home she began to repair what was left of her hair. The hair had been ruined by her love and her desire to give a special gift. Repairing the damage was a very big job.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny round curls of hair that made her look wonderfully like a schoolboy. She looked at herself in the glass mirror long and carefully.

«If Jim does not kill me before he takes a second look at me,» she said to herself, «he’ll say I look like a song girl. But what could I do—oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?»

At seven o’clock that night the coffee was made and the pan on the back of the stove was hot and ready to cook the meat.

Jim was never late coming home from work. Della held the silver chain in her hand and sat near the door. Then she heard his step and she turned white for just a minute. She had a way of saying a little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: «Please God, make him think I am still pretty.»

The door opened and Jim stepped in. He looked thin and very serious. Poor man, he was only twenty-two and he had to care for a wife. He needed a new coat and gloves to keep his hands warm.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a dog smelling a bird. His eyes were fixed upon Della. There was an expression in them that she could not read, and it frightened her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor fear, nor any of the feelings that she had been prepared for. He simply looked at her with a strange expression on his face. Della went to him.

«Jim, my love,» she cried, «do not look at me that way. I had my hair cut and sold because I could not have lived through Christmas without giving you a gift. My hair will grow out again. I just had to do it. My hair grows very fast. Say ‘Merry Christmas!’ Jim, and let us be happy. You do not know what a nice— what a beautiful, nice gift I have for you.»

«You have cut off your hair?» asked Jim, slowly, as if he had not accepted the information even after his mind worked very hard.

«Cut it off and sold it,» said Della. «Do you not like me just as well? I am the same person without my hair, right?

Jim looked about the room as if he were looking for something.

«You say your hair is gone?» he asked.

«You need not look for it,» said Della. «It is sold, I tell you—sold and gone, too. It is Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it was cut for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered,» she went on with sudden serious sweetness, «but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the meat on, Jim?»

Jim seemed to awaken quickly and put his arms around Della. Then he took a package from his coat and threw it on the table.

«Do not make any mistake about me, Dell,» he said. «I do not think there is any haircut that could make me like my girl any less. But if you will open that package you may see why you had me frightened at first.»

White fingers quickly tore at the string and paper. There was a scream of joy; and then, alas! a change to tears and cries, requiring the man of the house to use all his skill to calm his wife.

For there were the combs — the special set of objects to hold her hair that Della had wanted ever since she saw them in a shop window. Beautiful combs, made of shells, with jewels at the edge —just the color to wear in the beautiful hair that was no longer hers. They cost a lot of money, she knew, and her heart had wanted them without ever hoping to have them. And now, the beautiful combs were hers, but the hair that should have touched them was gone.

But she held the combs to herself, and soon she was able to look up with a smile and say, «My hair grows so fast, Jim!»

Then Della jumped up like a little burned cat and cried, «Oh, oh!»

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful gift. She happily held it out to him in her open hands. The silver chain seemed so bright.

«Isn’t it wonderful, Jim? I looked all over town to find it. You will have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it.»

Instead of obeying, Jim fell on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

«Dell,» said he, «let us put our Christmas gifts away and keep them a while. They are too nice to use just right now. I sold my gold watch to get the money to buy the set of combs for your hair. And now, why not put the meat on.»

The magi were wise men—wonderfully wise men—who brought gifts to the Baby Jesus. They invented the art of giving Christmas gifts. Being wise, their gifts were wise ones. And here I have told you the story of two young people who most unwisely gave for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days, let it be said that of all who give gifts, these two were the wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

SHIRLEY GRIFFITH: You have heard the American story «The Gift of the Magi.» This story was written by O. Henry and adapted into Special English by Karen Leggett. Your storyteller was Shep O’Neal. The producer was Lawan Davis. I’m Shirley Griffith.

This story is taken from my favourite website — http://learningenglish.voanews.com/

Как гласит библейское сказание, три восточных мудреца, заприметив на небосклоне новую звезду и увидев в том предначертанное знамение, поспешили в землю Иудейскую засвидетельствовать почтение новорожденному мессии. И нашли они Марию с младенцем, и поклонились ему, и поднесли ему богатые дары, положив начало традиции рождественских подарков.

В основу сегодняшнего задания положен трогательный рассказ О. Генри о двух молодоженах, оказавшихся неспособными втиснуть размах своего чувства в рамки практических измерений, но явивиших при этом мудрость, достойную самих евангельских старцев.

Текст рассказа начитан Betsie Bush в рамках проекта LibriVox . Перевод на русский язык Е. Калашниковой.

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The Gift of The Magi

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one"s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."

The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming "D". But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn"t go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling - something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim"s gold watch that had been his father"s and his grandfather"s. The other was Della"s hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty"s jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della"s beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a moment and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let"s have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim"s present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation - as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim"s. It was like him. Quietness and value - the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends - a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn"t kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he"ll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do - oh, what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?"

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Дары волхвов

Один доллар восемьдесят семь центов. Это было все. Из них шестьдесят центов монетками по одному центу. За каждую из этих монеток пришлось торговаться с бакалейщиком, зеленщиком, мясником так, что даже уши горели от безмолвного неодобрения, которое вызывала подобная бережливость. Делла пересчитала три раза. Один доллар восемьдесят семь центов. А завтра рождество.

Единственное, что тут можно было сделать, это хлопнуться на старенькую кушетку и зареветь. Именно так Делла и поступила. Откуда напрашивается философский вывод, что жизнь состоит из слез, вздохов и улыбок, причем вздохи преобладают.

Пока хозяйка дома проходит все эти стадии, оглядим самый дом. Меблированная квартирка за восемь долларов в неделю. В обстановке не то чтобы вопиющая нищета, но скорее красноречиво молчащая бедность. Внизу, на парадной двери, ящик для писем, в щель которого не протиснулось бы ни одно письмо, и кнопка электрического звонка, из которой ни одному смертному не удалось бы выдавить ни звука. К сему присовокуплялась карточка с надписью: «М-р Джеймс Диллингхем Янг» «Диллингхем» развернулось во всю длину в недавний период благосостояния, когда обладатель указанного имени получал тридцать долларов в неделю. Теперь, после того как этот доход понизился до двадцати долларов, буквы в слове «Диллингхем» потускнели, словно не на шутку задумавшись: а не сократиться ли им в скромное и непритязательное «Д»? Но когда мистер Джеймс Диллингхем Янг приходил домой и поднимался к себе на верхний этаж, его неизменно встречал возглас: «Джим!» и нежные объятия миссис Джеймс Диллингхем Янг, уже представленной вам под именем Деллы. А это, право же, очень мило.

Делла кончила плакать и прошлась пуховкой по щекам. Она теперь стояла у окна и уныло глядела на серую кошку, прогуливавшуюся по серому забору вдоль серого двора. Завтра рождество, а у нее только один доллар восемьдесят семь центов на подарок Джиму! Долгие месяцы она выгадывала буквально каждый цент, и вот все, чего она достигла. На двадцать долларов в неделю далеко не уедешь. Расходы оказались больше, чем она рассчитывала. С расходами всегда так бывает. Только доллар восемьдесят семь центов на подарок Джиму! Ее Джиму! Сколько радостных часов она провела, придумывая, что бы такое ему подарить к рождеству. Что-нибудь совсем особенное, редкостное, драгоценное, что-нибудь, хоть чуть-чуть достойное высокой чести принадлежать Джиму.

В простенке между окнами стояло трюмо. Вам никогда не приходилось смотреться в трюмо восьмидолларовой меблированной квартиры? Очень худой и очень подвижной человек может, наблюдая последовательную смену отражений в его узких створках, составить себе довольно точное представление о собственной внешности. Делле, которая была хрупкого сложения, удалось овладеть этим искусством.

Она вдруг отскочила от окна и бросилась к зеркалу. Глаза ее сверкали, но с лица за двадцать секунд сбежали краски. Быстрым движением она вытащила шпильки и распустила волосы.

Надо вам сказать, что у четы Джеймс Диллингхем Янг было два сокровища, составлявших предмет их гордости. Одно - золотые часы Джима, принадлежавшие его отцу и деду, другое - волосы Деллы. Если бы царица Савская проживала в доме напротив, Делла, помыв голову, непременно просушивала бы у окна распущенные волосы - специально для того, чтобы заставить померкнуть все наряди и украшения ее величества. Если бы царь Соломон служил в том же доме швейцаром и хранил в подвале все свои богатства, Джим, проходя мимо; всякий раз доставал бы часы из кармана - специально для того, чтобы увидеть, как он рвет на себе бороду от зависти.

И вот прекрасные волосы Деллы рассыпались, блестя и переливаясь, точно струи каштанового водопада. Они спускались ниже колен и плащом окутывали почти всю ее фигуру. Но она тотчас же, нервничая и торопясь, принялась снова подбирать их. Потом, словно заколебавшись, с минуту стояла неподвижно, и две или три слезинки упали на ветхий красный ковер.

Старенький коричневый жакет на плечи, старенькую коричневую шляпку на голову - и, взметнув юбками, сверкнув невысохшими блестками в глазах, она уже мчалась вниз, на улицу.

Вывеска, у которой она остановилась, гласила: «M-me Sophronie. Всевозможные изделия из волос», Делла взбежала на второй этаж и остановилась, с трудом переводя дух.

Не купите ли вы мои волосы? - спросила она у мадам.

Я покупаю волосы, - ответила мадам. - Снимите шляпу, надо посмотреть товар.

Снова заструился каштановый водопад.

Двадцать долларов, - сказала мадам, привычно взвешивая на руке густую массу.

Давайте скорее, - сказала Делла.

Следующие два часа пролетели на розовых крыльях - прошу прощенья за избитую метафору. Делла рыскала по магазинам в поисках подарка для Джима.

Наконец, она нашла. Без сомнения, это было создано для Джима, и только для него. Ничего подобного не нашлось в других магазинах, а уж она все в них перевернула вверх дном, Это была платиновая цепочка для карманных часов, простого и строгого рисунка, пленявшая истинными своими качествами, а не показным блеском, - такими и должны быть все хорошие вещи. Ее, пожалуй, даже можно было признать достойной часов. Как только Делла увидела ее, она поняла, что цепочка должна принадлежать Джиму, Она была такая же, как сам Джим. Скромность и достоинство - эти качества отличали обоих. Двадцать один доллар пришлось уплатить в кассу, и Делла поспешила домой с восемьюдесятью семью центами в кармане. При такой цепочке Джиму в любом обществе не зазорно будет поинтересоваться, который час. Как ни великолепны были его часы, а смотрел он на них часто украдкой, потому что они висели на дрянном кожаном ремешке.

Дома оживление Деллы поулеглось и уступило место предусмотрительности и расчету. Она достала щипцы для завивки, зажгла газ и принялась исправлять разрушения, причиненные великодушием в сочетании с любовью. А это всегда тягчайший труд, друзья мои, исполинский труд.

Не прошло и сорока минут, как ее голова покрылась крутыми мелкими локончиками, которые сделали ее удивительно похожей на мальчишку, удравшего с уроков. Она посмотрела на себя в зеркало долгим, внимательным и критическим взглядом.

«Ну, - сказала она себе, - если Джим не убьет меня сразу, как только взглянет, он решит, что я похожа на хористку с Кони-Айленда. Но что же мне было делать, ах, что же мне было делать, раз у меня был только доллар и восемьдесят семь центов!»

4. Контрольные вопросы

1. Как переводятся на русский язык слова butcher , grocer .

2. Как сказать по-английски волосы Деллы ?

3. Как сказать по-английски золотые часы Джима ?

4. How much had Della saved to buy Jim a present?

5. How much did Della get for her hair?

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