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In the five minutes a man came in, and George explained that the cook was sick.

×èòàéòå òàêæå:
  1. An Open Letter to "President" George W. Bush
  2. B) Spend a few minutes individually thinking of further arguments you will use to back up your own opinion on the usefulness and types of punishment.
  3. By George Burns
  4. Chapter 2‑‑Dear George
  5. George did not say anything.
  6. George Kennan: “The Sources of Soviet Conduct
  7. George laughed.
  8. George looked at the clock on the wall behind the counter.
  9. George looked up the clock. It was a quarter past six. The door from the street opened. A street-car motorman came in.
  10. George Silver, 1599

“Why don’t you get another cook?” the man asked.

“Aren’t you running a lunch-counter?” He went out.

“Come on, Al,” Max said.

“What about the two bright boys and the nigger?”

“The’re all right.”

“You think so?”

“Sure. We’re through with it.”

“I don’t like it,” said Al. It’s sloppy. You talk too much.”

“Oh, what the hell,” said Max. “We got to keep amused, haven’t we?”

“You talk too much, all the same,” Al said. He came out from the kitchen. The cut-off barrels of the shotgun made a slight bulge under the waist of his too tight-fitting overcoat. He straightened his coat with his gloved hands.

“So long, bright boy,” he said to George. “You got a lot of luck.”

“That’s the truth,” Max said. You ought to play the races, bright boy.”

The two of them went out the door. George watched them, through the window, pass under the arc-light and cross the street. In their tight overcoats and derby hats they looked like a vaudeville team. George went back through the swinging-door into the kitchen and untied Nick and the cook.

 

vaudeville [`v∂ud∂vıl]

 

“I don’t want any more of that (ÿ íå õî÷ó áîëüøå íè÷åãî ïîäîáíîãî = ñ ìåíÿ äîâîëüíî),” said Sam, the cook. “I don’t want any more of that.”

Nick stood up (âñòàë). He had never had a towel in his mouth before (îí íèêîãäà ðàíüøå íå èìåë ïîëîòåíöà âî ðòó).

“Say (ïîñëóøàé: «ñêàæè»),” he said. “What the hell?” He was trying to swagger it off (îí ïûòàëñÿ îòìàõíóòüñÿ îò ýòîãî /îò ïðîèñøåäøåãî/, ñäåëàòü âèä, ÷òî åìó âñå íèïî÷åì; to swagger – ðàñõàæèâàòü ñ âàæíûì âèäîì; ÷âàíèòüñÿ; õâàñòàòü).

“They were going to kill Ole Andreson,” George said. “They were going to shoot him (îíè ñîáèðàëèñü çàñòðåëèòü åãî) when he came in to eat.”

“Ole Andreson?”

“Sure.”

The cook felt the corners of his mouth with his thumbs (ïîòðîãàë óãëû ñâîåãî ðòà áîëüøèìè ïàëüöàìè; to feel – ÷óâñòâîâàòü; îùóïûâàòü).

“They all gone?” he asked.

“Yeah,” said George. “They’re gone now (îíè òåïåðü âñå óøëè).”

“I don’t like it,” said the cook. “I don’t like any of it at all.”

“Listen,” George said to Nick. “You better go see Ole Andreson.”

“All right.”

“You better not have anything to do with it at all (ëó÷øå íå ñâÿçûâàéñÿ: «íå èìåé íèêàêîãî äåëà ñ ýòèì âñåì»),” Sam, the cook, said. “You better stay way out of it (ëó÷øå äåðæèñü ïîäàëüøå îò ýòîãî: «îñòàâàéñÿ ïðî÷ü, âíå ýòîãî»).”

“Don’t go if you don’t want to (íå õîäè, åñëè íå õî÷åøü),” George said.

“Mixing up in this (âìåøèâàÿñü â ýòî, âìåøàòåëüñòâî â ýòî) ain’t going to get you anywhere (íèêóäà òåáÿ íå ïðèâåäåò = íè ê ÷åìó õîðîøåìó íå ïðèâåäåò),” the cook said. “You stay out of it.”

“I’ll go see him,” Nick said to George. “Where does he live (ãäå îí æèâåò)?”

The cook turned away (îòâåðíóëñÿ).

“Little boys always know what they want to do (ìàëåíüêèå ìàëü÷èêè âñåãäà çíàþò, ÷òî îíè õîòÿò äåëàòü),” he said.

“He lives up (ââåðõ ïî óëèöå) at Hirsch’s rooming-house (â ìåáëèðîâàííûõ êîìíàòàõ Õèðø),” George said to Nick.

“I’ll go up there.”

 

“I don’t want any more of that,” said Sam, the cook. “I don’t want any more of that.”




Äàòà äîáàâëåíèÿ: 2015-09-10; ïðîñìîòðîâ: 33 | Ïîìîæåì íàïèñàòü âàøó ðàáîòó | Íàðóøåíèå àâòîðñêèõ ïðàâ

George looked at the clock on the wall behind the counter. | George laughed. | Max looked into the mirror all the time he was talking. | George did not say anything. | Nick followed the woman up a flight of stairs and back to the end of a corridor. She knocked on the door. | It sounded silly when he said it. Ole Andreson said nothing. | Nick went out. As he shut the door he saw Ole Andreson with all his clothes on, lying on the bed looking at the wall. | ÄÅÍÍÀ ÔÎÐÌÀ ÍÀÂ×ÀÍÍß | ÎÖ²ÍÎ×ÍÀ ÒÀÁËÈÖß Ç² ÑÏÅÖ²À˲ÇÀÖ²¯ ÂÈIJ ÑÏÎÐÒÓ | Ïðè çäà÷³ ñïåö³àë³çàö³¿ ç ïëàâàííÿ îòðèìàí³ áàëè çá³ëüøóþòüñÿ âäâ³÷³. |


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