THE LUNCHEON(After W. Somerset Maug

THE LUNCHEON
(After W. Somerset Maugham)
I saw her at the play and during the interval sat down beside her. It was long since I had last seen her. She addressed me brightly:
“Well, it’s many since we first met. How time does fly! Do you remember the first time I saw you? "Ybu asked me to lun¬ cheon.”
Did I remember?
It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris'. I had a small apartment in the Latin Quarter and I was earning money to keep body and soul together*. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered thanking her and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and tvould like to have a talk with me; but her time was limited and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday: she was spending the morning at the Luxembourg and would I give her a little luncheon at Foyot’s? (Foyot’s was a restaurant so far beyond my means** that I had never even thought ofgoing there. But I was flattered and I was too young to say no to a wom an.)'
I answered that I would meet her at Foyot’s on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expected, nor very attractive. It seemed that she wanted to talk about me and I was prepared to be a good listener.
I was shocked when I saw the bill because the cost was much higher than I had thought. “I never eat anything for lun¬
cheon,” she said. “I never eat more than one thing. A little fish perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon.” I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, he said, and I ordered it for my friend. The waiter asked her if she would have something while they were cooking it. “No,” she answered. “I never eat more than one thing. Unless you had little caviar. I never mind caviar.” My heart sank a little. I knew I could not order caviar, but I could not tell her that. I told the waiter to bring caviar. For myselfI ordered the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop.

Результаты (русский) 1:

ВРЕМЯ ЗАВТРАКА(После W. Сомерсет Моэм)Я видел ее на отдыхе и во время интервала, сел рядом с ней. Это было долго, так как я последний раз видели ее. Она затронула меня ярко:«Ну, это много так как мы впервые встретились. Как время летать! Вы помните первый раз, я видел, как ты? «Ybu попросил меня lun¬ Чхон.»Я помню?Это было двадцать лет назад, и я жил в Париже. У меня была небольшая квартира в Латинском квартале, и я зарабатывать деньги, чтобы держать тело и душа вместе *. Она читать книгу шахты и написал мне об этом. Я ответил, поблагодарив ее и в настоящее время я получил от нее еще одно письмо, заявив, что она проходила через Париж и tvould хотели поговорить со мной; но ее время было ограничено, и только свободный момент, она была на следующих четверг: она тратить утром в Люксембурге, и я хотел бы дать ей немного обед на Foyot в? (Foyot был ресторан так далеко за пределами моих средств ** что я никогда даже не думал ofgoing там. Но я был польщен, и я был слишком молод, чтобы сказать нет на wom.)'Я ответил, что я хотел бы встретиться с ней в Foyot в четверг в половине прошлые двенадцать. Она была не так молод, как я ожидал, и не очень привлекательным. Казалось, что она хотела говорить обо мне, и я был готов быть хорошим слушателем.Я был потрясен, когда я увидел этот законопроект, потому что стоимость была намного выше, чем я думала. «Я никогда не едят ничего для lun¬cheon,” she said. “I never eat more than one thing. A little fish perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon.” I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, he said, and I ordered it for my friend. The waiter asked her if she would have something while they were cooking it. “No,” she answered. “I never eat more than one thing. Unless you had little caviar. I never mind caviar.” My heart sank a little. I knew I could not order caviar, but I could not tell her that. I told the waiter to bring caviar. For myselfI ordered the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop.