WITCHES' LOAVES [1] Miss Martha Mea

WITCHES' LOAVES [1]
Miss Martha Meacham had a small bakery. She was neither very rich nor very poor. She had two thousand dollars in the bank. Miss Martha was forty yeas old. She had a kind heart, and only two of her teeth were false. Although she was still unmarried she hoped to get married some time. [2] Two or three times a week a customer came in to buy some bread. He was a middle-aged man with a beard and he wore glasses.
Soon Miss Martha began to take an interest [3] in him. He spoke English with a strong German accent. His clothes were old but clean and he had good manners.He used to buy [4] two loaves of stale bread. Fresh bread was five cents a loaf. Stale bread was two loaves for five cents. The customer never bought fresh bread.
Once Miss Martha saw red and brown stains on his hands. She was sure then that he was an artist and very poor. She was sure he lived in a cold room where he painted his pictures. He ate stale bread and thought of the good things that were sold in Miss Martha's bakery. When she sat down to dinner or had tea and jam, she used to think of the poor artist with good manners and feel sorry for him. She wanted to share all the good things she had with the well-mannered man.I have told you already that Miss Martha had a kind heart.
One day she brought from her room a picture that she had bought many years before. With its help she hoped to find out whether the man was really an artist.It was a Venetian scene. [5] There was a beautiful palace in the picture, gondolas, young ladies, the moon and the stars. She hung the picture on the wall of her bakery so that the artist could notice it.Two days passed. The customer came in for bread.
"Two loaves of stale bread, blease!" [6]
"You have here a fine picture, madam," he said taking the bread from her.
Miss Martha was very happy to hear these words. "Do you think it is a good picture?" she said.
"Well..." he said, "the palace is not so good. The perspective is not true. Goot morning, [7] madam." He took his bread and left. Yes, he must be an artist! Miss Martha was sure of it now. She took the picture back for her room. How kindly his eyes shone behind his glasses! How clever he was!
He saw the perspective at once. And he has to eat stale bread only! But artists often have to struggle bofore they become famous.
How she wanted to be of some help to him! She wanted to keep house for him, to share with him all the good things she had in her bakery. She was even ready to share her two thousand dollars with him. Time went on. Sometimes he talked to her for a few minutes. He bought only stale bread as before. He never bought a cake or a loaf of fresh bread. She thought he began to look thinner. It was clear to her he did not eat enough, he was starving! How she wished to add something good to the stale bread he ate. But she knew, poor artists were proud and she was afraid to make him angry. [8] Miss Martha began to wear her new dress in the bakery. She also bought some cold cream [9] in order to make her face a little more beautiful.
One day the customer came in as usual and ask for stale loaves. While Miss Martha was getting them from the shelf the siren of a fire-engine was heard. The customer ran to the door to look. Suddenly a bright idea came to Miss Martha. On one of the shelves there was a pound of butter she had bought in the morning. With her bread knife Miss Martha made a deep cut in each of the stale loaves. Then she quikly put a big piece of butter into each cut and pressed the loaves together again. When the customer turned from the door she was wrapping the loaves in a paper. As usual he said a few pleasant words to her and left.
After he had gone, Miss Martha smiled to herself. But she was not sure... Had she the right to do such a thing?.. Who knows? Artists have their pride. Will he be angry with her? Still, the more she thought of it the more she became sure [10] that the customer would not be angry. [11] For a long time she thought about him: now he comes home and sits down to his dinner of stale bread and water... Now he
In Miss Martha's face!
"Dummkopf!" [13] he shouted very loudly and angrily. Then "Tausendofner!" [14] or something like that [15] in German.
The young man tried to pull him away.
"I will not go," the artist shouted, " I want to tell her all!"
"You have spoiled everything," he cried, "I want to tell you. You were a MEDDLESOME OLD CAT!" [16]
Miss Marta was silent. She could not say a word. She put her hand to her head.The young man took the artist by the arm.
"Let's go," he said. "You have said too much." He dragged the angry artist out into the street. Then he came back to the bakery.
"I want to explain everything," he said. "That man's name is Blumberger. He is an architectural draftsman. I work in the same office with him.
"It took him three months to draw a plan for a new building. It was for a prize competition. [17] That's why he worked so hard at it. He finished inking the lines yesterday. You know a draftsman always makes his drawing in pencil first. [18] After that he inks the line. When it's done he rubs out the pencil lines with stale bread. It is better than Indian-rubber. [19]
"Blumberger has always bought stale bread here. To-day he tried to rub out the pencil lines of his plan with the bread he bought in your bakery... Well, you know that butter is not good for paper... You must understand that his plan can now be used only as paper for sandwiches."
Miss Marta went to her room. She took off her new dress. She put on the old brown one she used to wear. Then she threw the cold cream out of the window.

Результаты (русский) 3:

ведьмы "буханки [1]
мисс марту meacham была небольшая пекарня.она была не очень богатые и не очень бедных.она имеет две тысячи долларов в банк.мисс марта было сорок лет.у нее доброе сердце, и только два ее зубы были ложными.хотя она до сих пор не замужем она надеется жениться на какое - то время.[2] два или три раза в неделю клиент пришел, чтобы купить хлеб.он мужчина средних лет с бородой, и он носил очки.
только мисс марта начали проявлять интерес [3] в его.он говорил по - английски с сильным немецким акцентом.на его одежде были старые, но чистый, и он был хорошим манерам. он покупал [4] две буханки черствый хлеб.свежий хлеб было пять центов ".черствый хлеб было две буханки по пять центов.клиент никогда не купил свежего хлеба.
после того, как мисс марта видела красные и коричневые пятна на руках.она была уверена, что то, что он был художником и очень бедных.она была уверена, что он жил в холодном помещении, где он писал свои фотографии.он съел черствый хлеб, и подумал о хороших вещах, которые были проданы в мисс марту пекарни.когда она села на ужин или чай и варенье, она думала, что из бедных, художник с хорошим манерам и его жаль.она хотела поделиться все хорошие вещи, она с хорошо воспитанным человеком. я тебе уже говорил, что мисс марта была уже с добрым сердцем.
в один день она привезла из ее комнаты, фото, которое она купила на много лет назад.с его помощью она надеется выяснить, может ли человек действительно художник. это венецианские сцены.[5] был прекрасный дворец в картину, гондолы, молодые дамы,луна и звезды.она висела картина на стене ее пекарня, так что художник мог заметить это. два дня прошло.клиент пришел на хлеб.
"две буханки черствый хлеб, blease!"[6]: "вы тут красивую картинку, мадам", - сказал он взял хлеб от неё.
мисс марта был очень рад услышать эти слова ".ты думаешь, что это хорошая картина? "она сказала.
"ну...", - сказал он,"дворец - это не очень хорошо.перспектива - это не правда.goot утром [7] мадам. "он взял хлеб и ушел.да, он должен быть художник!мисс марта был уверен в этом.она занимает картина обратно в ее комнату.как любезно с его глаза засияли за очки!как умно он был!
он увидел перспективу на один раз.и у него есть черствый хлеб только!