THE OPEN WINDOW (after H. Munro)“My

THE OPEN WINDOW (after H. Munro)
“My aunt will come down in a few minutes, Mr Nuttel,” said a girl of fifteen, showing him into the sitting-room. Mr Nuttel was a young painter who had recently had a nervous breakdown. The doctors had told him that he should go away for a holiday. They warned him, however, against crowded resorts and recommended a complete rest in a quiet country-place. So here he was, in a little village, with letters of introduction from his sister to some of the people she knew.
“Some of the people there are quite nice," his sister had said to him. "1 advise you to call on Mrs Sappleton as so on as you arrive. } owe the wonderful holiday I had to her.”
"Do you know many of the people round here?” as ked the girl when "they were sitting comfortably on the sofa.
“No, I’m afraid I don’t," answered Mr Nuttel. “I’ve never been here before. My sister stayed here four years ago, you know, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here.”
“Then you know nothing about my aunt, do you?” asked the girl.
"Only her name and address,” said the visitor.
“Her great tragedy happened just three years ago,” said the child.
“Her tragedy?” asked Mr Nuttel.
“You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on вп October afternoon,” went on the girl, pointing to a Large French window.
“It’s quite warm for this time of year,” said Mr Nut- tfc!. “But has that window anything to do with the tra gedy?’
“Exactly three years ago my aunt’s husband and her two young brothers walked out through that window. They went shooting and never came back. When they were cros sing the river their boat probably turned over and they were all drowned. Their bodies were never found. That was the most horrible part of the tragedy.” Here the girl stopped. There were tears in her eyes and she drew a handkerchief out of her pocket. “Three years have passed, but my poor aunt still thinks that they will come back some day, they and the little brown dog that was drowned with them, and walk in through that window just as they always did. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it’s quite dark. Poor dear aunt, she can’t understand that they’ve left for ever. She’s crowing worse day by day, so let me give you some advice. Don’t be surprised at anything she says or does: she will start telling you all over again how they went out — her husband, with his coat over his arm, and her youngest brother, singing ‘Bertie, why don’t you come?...’ as she once told me. You know, sometimes, on quiet evenings like this, 1 almost get a feeling that they will all walk in through that window, and the whole family will be gathered in here again.’’ The young girl finished her sad story. There was a long pause, and Mr Nut- tel was glad when Mrs Sappleton at last entered the room. .
“I’m sorry I’m late,” she said, “but I hope my niece has entertained you well."
“Yes, she’s been very amusing,” said Mr Nuttel.
“D’you mind the open window?” asked Mrs Sappleton. “My husband and brothers will soon be home from shooting and they always come into the house this way." And she went on speaking gaily about shooting. After what Mr Nut tel had just heard, he looked worried.
“The doctors told me,” he said, trying to change the subject, “to have a rest here and to avoid anything that would make me feel nervous.”
“Did they?” said Mrs Sappleton in a voice which showed that she was not at all interested in what Mr Nuttel was saying. She never took her eyes off the open window and suddenly cried out:
“Here they are at last! Just in time for tea. How tired they look.”
Mr Nuttel looked at the girl and saw that she was looking out through the open window with horror in her eyes. Mr Nuttel turned round slowly in his seat, looked in the same direction and saw three figures walking across the garden towards the window. They all carried guns and one of them had a coat over his shoulder. A tired brown dog w’as following them. Noiselessly they approached the house, and then a young voice began to sing. “Bertie, why don’t you come?”
Mr Nuttel seized his hat and ran out of the house like mad.
“Here we are, my dear,” said Mrs Sappleton’s husband, coming in through the window. “We’ve enjoyed ourselves very much. I wonder what made that gentleman run out so quickly when we came up? Who is he?”
“A very strange young man, called Nuttel. He could only talk about his illness. He didn’t say a single interes ting thing. I don’t understand why he ran out that way without saying good-bye,” said his wife.
“I think it was the dog,” said the niece calmly. "He told me that he was afraid of dogs. Once when he was attacked by a pack of dogs somewhere in India, he was so frightened that he started running like mad, and finding himself in a cemetery, climbed down into a newly-dug grave, where he had to spend the night. Since then he has always been afraid of dogs.”
She was very good at inventing stories and did it artis tically.

Результаты (русский) 1:

Открытое окно (после H. Манро)«Моя тетя придет вниз в течение нескольких минут, Мистер Nuttel,» говорит девушка 15 лет, показывая ему в гостиной. Г-н Nuttel был молодой художник, который недавно был нервный срыв. Врачи сказали ему, что он должен уйти для отдыха. Они ему, однако, предостерег от переполненных курортов и рекомендовал полноценный отдых в тихом месте страны. Так вот он был, в маленькой деревне, с буквами введение от его сестры в некоторых из людей, которых она знала.«Некоторые из людей там, очень приятно», его сестра сказал ему. «1 советуем позвонить на миссис Sappleton как так на как вы прибываете.} долг чудесный праздник, я должен был ей».«Вы знаете, многие люди круглые здесь?» как ked девушка когда «они устроившись на диване.«Нет, я боюсь, что я не,» ответил господин Nuttel. «Я никогда не был здесь раньше. Моя сестра остался здесь четыре года назад, вы знаете, и она дала мне письма введение в некоторые из людей здесь».«Тогда вы ничего не знаете о моей тети, ты?» спросил девушку.«Только ее имя и адрес,» сказал посетитель.«Ее великая трагедия случилось три года назад,» сказал ребенок.«Ее трагедия?» спросил Мистер Nuttel.«Вы можете удивиться, почему мы держать окна открытыми на вп октября днем,» пошел на девушку, указывая на большое французское окно.«Это довольно тепло для этого времени года,» сказал мистер гайка tfc!. «Но что окно что-нибудь делать с тра gedy?»“Exactly three years ago my aunt’s husband and her two young brothers walked out through that window. They went shooting and never came back. When they were cros sing the river their boat probably turned over and they were all drowned. Their bodies were never found. That was the most horrible part of the tragedy.” Here the girl stopped. There were tears in her eyes and she drew a handkerchief out of her pocket. “Three years have passed, but my poor aunt still thinks that they will come back some day, they and the little brown dog that was drowned with them, and walk in through that window just as they always did. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it’s quite dark. Poor dear aunt, she can’t understand that they’ve left for ever. She’s crowing worse day by day, so let me give you some advice. Don’t be surprised at anything she says or does: she will start telling you all over again how they went out — her husband, with his coat over his arm, and her youngest brother, singing ‘Bertie, why don’t you come?...’ as she once told me. You know, sometimes, on quiet evenings like this, 1 almost get a feeling that they will all walk in through that window, and the whole family will be gathered in here again.’’ The young girl finished her sad story. There was a long pause, and Mr Nut- tel was glad when Mrs Sappleton at last entered the room. .“I’m sorry I’m late,” she said, “but I hope my niece has entertained you well."“Yes, she’s been very amusing,” said Mr Nuttel.“D’you mind the open window?” asked Mrs Sappleton. “My husband and brothers will soon be home from shooting and they always come into the house this way." And she went on speaking gaily about shooting. After what Mr Nut tel had just heard, he looked worried.“The doctors told me,” he said, trying to change the subject, “to have a rest here and to avoid anything that would make me feel nervous.”“Did they?” said Mrs Sappleton in a voice which showed that she was not at all interested in what Mr Nuttel was saying. She never took her eyes off the open window and suddenly cried out:“Here they are at last! Just in time for tea. How tired they look.”Mr Nuttel looked at the girl and saw that she was looking out through the open window with horror in her eyes. Mr Nuttel turned round slowly in his seat, looked in the same direction and saw three figures walking across the garden towards the window. They all carried guns and one of them had a coat over his shoulder. A tired brown dog w’as following them. Noiselessly they approached the house, and then a young voice began to sing. “Bertie, why don’t you come?”Mr Nuttel seized his hat and ran out of the house like mad.“Here we are, my dear,” said Mrs Sappleton’s husband, coming in through the window. “We’ve enjoyed ourselves very much. I wonder what made that gentleman run out so quickly when we came up? Who is he?”“A very strange young man, called Nuttel. He could only talk about his illness. He didn’t say a single interes ting thing. I don’t understand why he ran out that way without saying good-bye,” said his wife.“I think it was the dog,” said the niece calmly. "He told me that he was afraid of dogs. Once when he was attacked by a pack of dogs somewhere in India, he was so frightened that he started running like mad, and finding himself in a cemetery, climbed down into a newly-dug grave, where he had to spend the night. Since then he has always been afraid of dogs.”She was very good at inventing stories and did it artis tically.

Результаты (русский) 3:

открытое окно (после H. монро): "моя тетя встанет в пару минут, мистер nuttel, - говорит девушка, пятнадцать, показывая его в гостиной.г - н nuttel был молодой художник, который недавно был нервный срыв.врачи сказали ему, что он должен уйти на отдых.они предупредили его, однако, против переполненных курортов и рекомендовал полный отдых в спокойной стране.вот он, в маленькой деревушке, рекомендательные письма от своей сестры, для некоторых людей, она знала.
"некоторых людей, там довольно мило," его сестра сказала ему ".1 проконсультировать призвать миссис sappleton как так, как вы подошли.} должен прекрасных праздников мне пришлось ее. ":" вы знаете, многие люди здесь?"по результатам девушка, когда" они сидели спокойно на диване. "" нет, я не знаю ", - ответил господин nuttel."я никогда не была здесь раньше.моя сестра была здесь четыре года назад, ты знаешь, и она дала мне рекомендательные письма для некоторых людей сюда. "
", то вы ничего не знаете о моей тете, да?"попросил девушку.
" только свое имя и адрес, - говорит посетитель.
"ее большая трагедия произошла всего три года назад", - сказал ребенок.
"ее трагедия?- спросил господин nuttel.
"вы можете спросить, почему мы все окна открыты по вп октября во второй половине дня," пошел на девушку, указывая на крупные французские окна.
"довольно теплая для этого времени года", - сказал мистер орех - TFC!". но это окно, ничего общего с tra gedy?'
"ровно три года назад моя тетя мужа и двух ее малолетних братьев, вышел через окно.они шли съемки, и больше не вернулся.когда они были оцр петь реки их лодка перевернулась, и, возможно, они все утонули.их тела так и не были найдены.это была самая ужасная часть трагедии. "здесь девушка остановилась.были и слезы в глазах, и она нарисовала платок из своего кармана."прошло три года, но моя бедная тетя все еще думает, что они придут сюда однажды, они и маленький коричневый собаку, которая утонула, с ними, и ходить в через окно, как и всегда.вот почему это окно открытым, каждый вечер, пока это довольно темно.бедняжка, тётя,