TEXT. ROSE AT THE MUSIC-HALL From "

TEXT. ROSE AT THE MUSIC-HALL From "They Walk in the City" by J. B. Priestley
When they arrived at the music-hall, the doors for the second house were just opening, and they walked straight into the stalls, which were very cheap. The audience made a great deal of noise, especially in the balcony. Mrs. Burlow led the way to the front and found two very good seats for them. Rose bought a programme for twopence, gave it to Mrs. Burlow, then looked about her brightly.
It was a nice friendly little place, this music-hall, warmer and cosier and altogether more human than the picture the¬atres she usually attended. One thing she noticed. There were very few young people there. They were nearly all about Mrs. Burlow's age. So were the attendants. So were the members of the orchestra, who soon crept into their pit, wiping their mouths. Very few of the turns were young; they themselves, their creased and fading scenery, their worn properties, their jokes and many of their songs were getting on in years. And the loudest applause always came when a performer said he would imitate "our dear old favou¬rite" So-and-so, and named a music-hall star that Rose had never heard of, or when a singer would tell them that the new songs were all very well in their way but that the old songs were best and he or she would "endeavour to render" one of their old favourite ditties. The result of this was that though the whole place was so cosy and friendly, it was also rather sad. Youth had fled from it. There was no bloom on anything here. Joints were stiff, eyes anxious behind the mask of paint.
One turn was an eccentric fellow with a grotesque make¬up, a deadwhite face and a very red nose, and his costume was that of a ragged tramp. He made little jokes, fell over himself, and then climbed on to the back of a chair, made more little jokes and played the accordion, Rose thought him quite funny at first, but very soon changed her mind about him. She was sitting near enough to see his real face, peering anxiously through that mask. It was old, weary, des¬olate. And from where she sat, she could see into the wings and standing there, never taking her eyes off the performer, was an elderly woman, holding a dressing gown in one hand and a small medicine glass in the other. And then Rose wanted him to stop clowning for them, wanted the curtain to come down, so that he could put on that dressing gown, drink his medicine or whatever it is, and go away with the elderly woman, and rest and not worry any more.
But she said nothing to Mrs. Burlow, who was enjoying herself, and laughing and clapping as hard as anyone there, perhaps because she too was no longer young and was be¬ing entertained by people of her own age.

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TEXT. JB Priestley tomonidan "Ular Siti yuringlar" From MUSIC-zalida Rose
ular ikkinchi uyi uchun eshiklari faqat ochib berildi, musiqa-zalida keldi, va ular to'g'ri juda arzon edi parterdagi, yurar edi. Tomoshabinlar, ayniqsa Balkon, shovqin katta qildi. Missis Burlow oldida yo'l olib va ular uchun ikki juda yaxshi o'rin topildi. Rose keyin, xonim Burlow berdi, arzimas narsa uchun dastur sotib uning yorqin haqida qaradi.
U bir yaxshi do'st oz joy, bu musiqa zali, issiq va cozier va u, odatda, ishtirok rasm the¬atres ko'ra umuman ko'proq inson edi. Bir narsa u etdim. Bor juda oz yoshlar bor edi. Ular xonim Burlow yosh haqida deyarli barcha edi. Bas, personal edi. Shunday qilib, tez orada ularning og'izlarini artib, ularning chuqurga kirib ketdi orkestr a'zolari edi. Navbat juda kam yosh edi; Ular o'zlari, o'z Buruşuk va pasayish manzara, ularning yeyilib xususiyatlari, ularning hazillar va ularning qo'shiqlari ko'p yillar davom olish qilindi. Va Kuchli qarsaklar har doim bir ijrochisi u falonchi "aziz eski favou¬rite" taqlid aytdi kelib, Rose ilgari hech qachon eshitmagan bir musiqa zali yulduz nomli, yoki qo'shiqchi ularni aytib qachon, deb yangi qo'shiqlar, o'z yo'lida juda yaxshi edi, lekin eski qo'shiq yaxshi edi va u eski sevimli ditties biri "ko'rsatishni harakat" edi. Bu natija butun joy juda qulay va oson edi-da, u ham emas, balki ayanchli edi. Yoshlar undan qochib ketgan edi. Bu erda hech narsa haqida hech qanday gul bor edi. Bo'g'imlarga bo'yoq. Niqobi ortida tashvishli ko'zlari, qattiq edi
One navbatida bir g'alati make¬up, bir deadwhite yuziga va juda qizil burni bilan g'alati odam edi, va uning yurish-turishlari, deb bir yirtiq sayoq edi. U, oz hazil qilib o'zi orqali tushib, keyin bir kafedra orqa chiqib, yana oz hazil qildi va akkordeon o'ynadi, Rose avvaliga uni juda kulgili deb o'yladi, lekin tez orada u haqida o'z fikrini o'zgartirdi. U niqob orqali puka bo'lib, uning real yuzini ko'rish uchun kifoya yaqin o'tirgan edi. Bu eski, horg'in, des¬olate edi. U o'tirdi, qaerda, u qanotlari ichiga ko'rish mumkin va hech qachon ijrochi off ko'zlarini olib, u erda turgan va, keksa ayol bir qo'lida xalatmi va boshqa kichik tibbiyot qadah tutib turardi. Va keyin Rose, ular uchun clowning to'xtatish uchun uni xohlagan har qanday tashvish u, bu kiyadi kiyib u o'z dori yoki narsasini ichish va keksa ayol bilan ketib, dam olish va yo'q edi, shunday qilib, pastga kelish pardani bo'ldim ko'proq.
Lekin u o'zini zavq va kulib va u erda har bir kishi kabi qattiq urib, jonli u ham endi yosh edi, ehtimol, chunki va o'z yoshdagi odamlar tomonidan xushnud be¬ing edi xonim Burlow, hech narsa dedi.