Сборник текстов и упражнений по внеаудиторному чтению для студентов факультета культуры и искусств, изучающих английский язык. Полторак Д.Л. - 5 стр.

plays. They fell in love with each other, and in a short time they mar-       very difficult pupil. And she always wears white. I'm tired of seeing the
ried.                                                                         same colour."
       Mr. and Mrs. Larrabee began their married life in a little room.              And then Joe, with the manner of Monte Cristo, pulled eighteen
But they were happy, for they had their Art, and they had each other.         dollars out of his pocket and put it on the table too. "I sold one of my
Joe was painting in the class of the great Magister. Mr. Magister got a       pictures to a man from Washington," he said. "And now, he wants a
lot of money for his pictures – and he took a lot of money for his les-       picture of the East River to take with him to Washington."
sons. Delia was taking piano lessons from the great Rosenstock, and he               "I'm so glad you haven't given up your Art, dear," Delia said.
was taking a lot of money from Delia.                                         "You are sure to win! Thirty-three dollars! We have never had so much
       The two young dreamers were very, very happy while their               money to spend."
money lasted. But it didn't last very long. Soon, they didn't have                   The next Saturday evening, Joe came home first. He put his
enough to pay for their lessons and eat three times a day. When one           money on the table and then washed what seemed to look like a lot of
loves one's Art, no service seems too hard. So Delia decided she must         paint from his hands. Half an hour later, Delia arrived. There was a big
stop taking lessons and give lessons herself. She began to look for pu-       bandage on her right hand. "Deliie, dear, what has happened? What is
pils. One evening, she came home very excited, with shining eyes.             the matter with your hand?" Joe asked.
       "Joe, dear," she announced happily, "I've got a pupil. General                Delia laughed, but not very happily. "Clementina," she ex-
Pinkney – I mean – his daughter, Clementina. He's very rich, and they         plained, "asked me to have lunch with her and the General after our
have a wonderful house. She's so beautiful – she dresses in white; and        lesson. She's not very strong, you know, and when she was giving me
she's so nice and pleasant! I'm going to give her three lessons a week;       some tea, her hand shook and she spilled a lot of very hot water over
and just think, Joe! Five dollars a lesson. Now, dear, don't look so wor-     my hand. But General Pinkney bandaged my hand himself. They were
ried, and let's have supper. I've bought some very nice fish."                both so sorry. Oh, Joe, did you sell another picture?" She had seen the
       But Joe refused to listen to her. "That's all right for you, Deliie,   money on the table.
but all wrong for me," he protested. "Do you suppose I'm going to let                "Yes," said Joe. "To the man from Washington. What time this
you work while I continue to study Art? No! Never! I can get a job as a       afternoon did you burn your hand, Dellie?"
mechanic or clean windows. I'll get some kind of work."                              "Five o'clock, I think," said Delia. "The iron – the water was
       Delia threw her arms around him. "Joe, dear, you mustn't think         very hot. And Clementina cried, and Genera! Pinkney..."
of leaving Mr. Magister and your Art. I am not giving up music. The                  Joe put his arms round Delia. "Where are you working, Dellie?
lessons won't interfere with my music. While I teach, I learn, and I can      Tell me," he asked in a serious voice.
go back to Rosenstock when I get a few more pupils,"                                 Delia was about to say something, but suddenly tears appeared in
       "All right," said Joe. "But giving lessons isn't Art."                 her eyes and she began to cry. "I couldn't get any pupils," she said.
       "When one loves one's Art, no service seems too hard," said            "And I didn't want you to stop taking lessons, so I got a job ironing
Delia.                                                                        shirts in the big laundry on Twenty-Fourth Street. This afternoon, I
       During the next week, Mr. and Mrs. Larrabee had breakfast very         burned my hand with a hot iron. Don't be angry with me, Joe. I did it
early. Joe was painting some pictures in Central Park, and he needed          for your Art. And now, you have painted those pictures for the man
the morning light especially, he said. Time flies when you love Art,          from Washington..."
and it was usually seven o'clock in the evening when Joe returned                    "He isn't from Washington," said Joe slowly.
home. At the end of the week, Delia, very proud but a little tired, put
fifteen dollars on the table. "Sometimes," she said, "Clementina is a

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