A SERVICE OF LOVE by O. HenryJoe La

A SERVICE OF LOVE by O. HenryJoe Larrabee dreamed of becoming a great artist. Even when he was six, people in the little western town where he lived used to say, "Joe has great talent, he will become a famous artist." At twenty, he left his home town and went to New York. He had his dreams – but very little money.Delia had her dreams too. She played the piano so well in the little southern village where she lived that her family said, "She must finish her musical training in New York." With great difficulty they collected enough money to send her north "to finish".Joe and Delia got acquainted at a friend's house where some art and music students had gathered to discuss art, music and the newest plays. They fell in love with each other, and in a short time they married.Mr. and Mrs. Larrabee began their married life in a little room. But they vrere happy, for they had their Art, and they had each other. Joe was painting in, he class of the great Magister. Mr. Magister got a lot of money for his pictures – and he took a lot of money for his lessons. Delia was taking piano lessons from the great Rosenstock, and he was taking a lot of money from Delia.The two young dreamers were very, very happy while their money lasted. But it didn't last very long. Soon, they didn't have enough to pay for their lessons and eat three times a day. When one loves one's Art, no service seems too hard. So Delia decided she must stop taking lessons and give lessons herself. She began to look for pupils. One evening, she came home very excited, with shining eyes."Joe, dear," she announced happily, "I've got a pupil. General Pinkney – I mean – his daughter, Clementina. He's very rich, and they have a wonderful house. She's so beautiful – she dresses in white; and she's so nice and pleasant! I'm going to give her three lessons a week; and just think, Joe! Five dollars a lesson. Now, dear, don't look so worried, and let's have supper. I've bought some very nice fish."But Joe refused to listen to her. "That's all right for you, Dellie, but all wrong for me," he protested. "Do you suppose I'm going to let you work while I continue to study Art? No! Never! I can get a job as a mechanic or clean windows. I'll get some kind of work."Delia threw her arms around him. "Joe, dear, you mustn't think of leaving Mr. Magister and your Art. I am not giving up music. The lessons won't interfere with my music. While I teach, I learn, and I can go back to Rosenstock when I get a few more pupils.""All right," said Joe. "But giving lessons isn't Art.""When one loves one's Art, no service seems too hard," said Delia.During the next week, Mr. and Mrs. Larrabee had breakfast very early. Joe was painting some pictures in Central Park, and he needed the morning light especially, he said. Time flies when you love Art, and it was usually seven o'clock in the evening when Joe returned 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 very dif f icult pupil. And she always wears white. I'm tired of seeing the same colour."And then Joe, with the manner of Monte Cristo, pulled eighteen dollars out of his pocket and put it on the table too. "I sold one of my pictures to a man from Washington," he said. "And now, he wants a picture of the East River to take with him to Washington.""I'm so glad you haven't given up your Art, dear," Delia said. "You are sure to win! Thirty-three dollars! We have never had so much money to spend."The next Saturday evening, Joe came home first. He put his money on the table and then washed what seemed to look like a lot of paint from his hands. Half an hour later, Delia arrived. There was a big bandage on her right hand. "Dellie, dear, what has happened? What is the matter with your hand?" Joe asked. Delia laughed, but not very happily. "Clementina," she explained, "asked me to have lunch with her and the General af ter our lesson. She's not very strong, you know, and when she was giving me some tea, her hand shook and she spilled a lot of very hot water over my hand. But General Pinkney bandaged my hand himself. They were both so sorry. Oh, Joe, did you sell another picture?" She had seen the money on the table."Yes," said Joe. "To the man from Washington. What time this afternoon did you burn your hand, Dellie?""Five o'clock, I think," said Delia. "The iron – the water was very hot. And Clementina cried, and General Pinkney..." Joe put his arms round Delia. "Where are you working, Dellie? Tell me," he asked in a serious voice.Delia was about to say something, but-suddenly tears appeared in her eyes and she began to cry. "I couldn't get any pupils," she said. "And I didn't want you to stop taking lessons, so I got a job ironing shirts in the big laundry on Twenty-Fourth Street. This afternoon, I burned my hand with a hot iron. Don't be angry with me, Joe. I did it for your Art. And now, you have painted those pictures for the rrian from Washington...""He isn't from Washington," said Joe slowly."It makes no difference where he is from," said Delia. "How clever you are, Joe! How did you guess that I wasn't giving music lessons?"“I guessed”, Joe said, "because about five o'clock this afternoon, I sent some oil up to the ironing-room. They said a girl had burned her hand. You see, dear, I work as a mechanic in that same laundry on Twenty-Fourth Street."“And the man from Washington…?”“Yes, dear”, Joe said. “The man from Washington and General Pinkney are both creations of the same art, but you cannot call it painting or music”. And they both began to laugh.“You know, dear”, Joe said. “When one loves one’s Art, no service seems…”But Delia stopped him with her hand on his mouth. “No”, she said, “just – “when one loves”.”

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O. Genri tomonidan sevgi XIZMAT
Jo Larrabee buyuk rassom bo'lishni orzu. U olti bo'lganda ham, u, der edilar umr oz g'arb shahrida odamlar "Jo katta iste'dod bor, u mashhur rassom bo'ladi." Yigirma, u uning uy shaharchasida chap va Nyu-Yorkka yo'l oldi. Lekin juda oz pul - U tush edi.
Delia unga ham orzu edi. U oilasi, dedi yashagan oz janubiy qishlog'ida juda yaxshi pianino o'ynadi "U Nyu-Yorkda o'zining musiqiy ta'lim tugatish kerak." Katta qiyinchilik bilan ular "marraga" uning shimoliy yuborish uchun etarli pul to'plangan.
Jo va Delia ba'zi san'at va musiqa talabalari san'at, musiqa va eng yangi spektakl muhokama qilish uchun yig'ilgan bir do'stingizning uyiga tanishdilar. Ular bir-biriga oshiq, va qisqa vaqt ichida ular uylandi.
Mister va missis Larrabee bir oz xonasida ularning turmush qurgan hayot boshlandi. Lekin ular o'z san'ati edi, baxtli vrere, va ular bir-biriga edi. Jo katta Magister u sinf, ham binoni edi. Janob Magister uning rasmlar uchun ko'p pul bor - u o'z darslarida uchun ko'p pul oldi. Delia katta Rosenstock dan pianino saboq olib, u Delia dan ko'p pul olib o'tdi.
Ikki yosh Dreamers ularning pul davom etgan vaqt juda ham xursand, juda edi. Lekin bu juda uzoq davom etmadi. Tez orada ular kuniga uch marta o'z darslarida uchun to'lash uchun etarli bo'lishi va ovqat yo'q edi. Bir kishining Art sevsa, hech xizmati ham qiyin ko'rinadi. Shunday qilib, Delia u saboq olib to'xtatish va saboqlar o'zini berishi kerak qaror qildi. U o'quvchilar uchun qarash boshladi. Bir kuni kechqurun, u yorqin ko'zlari bilan, uy juda xursand keldi.
.. U juda boy bo'ldi Klementina uning qizi, va ular bir ajoyib uy bor U ning shunday go'zal - - Men o'rtacha - "Jo, aziz," u baxtli e'lon, "Men bosh PinKney tolibi bor u oq Kiyimi;. Va ! u juda chiroyli va yoqimli ekan, men bir hafta uning uch saboq berish uchun ketyapman! va faqat o'ylab, Jo besh saboq dollari Endi, aziz, shuning uchun xavotirda qarash va uning ovqatlanishga yo'l qo'ymang, men ba'zi sotib ayting.. juda yaxshi baliq. "
Lekin Jo unga quloq solmadi. "Bu, Dellie uchun yaxshi, lekin men uchun butun noto'g'ri ekan," u norozilik. "Agar men bir mexanik yoki toza oyna sifatida ish olishingiz mumkin! Men Art? Yo'q! Hech qachon o'qishga davom siz etsinlar ketyapman deylik qilmang. Men ish ayrim turdagi olasiz."
Delia uning atrofida mahkam quchoqlagancha. "Jo, aziz, Men o'rgatish-da, men bilib. Darslar mening musiqa xalaqit qilmaydi. Men musiqa voz emasman. Janob Magister va San'at tark o'ylab emas, balki kerak, va men Rosenstock uchun orqaga qaytishingiz mumkin qachon men yana bir necha talaba olish. "
"Mayli," Jo dedi. "Lekin dars berib Art emas."
"Bir kishining Art sevsa, hech xizmati ham qiyin ko'rinadi," Delia dedi.
Keyingi hafta davomida, mister va missis Larrabee juda erta nonushta edi. Jo Markaziy bog'ida ba'zi suratlar binoni edi, va u, ayniqsa, ertalab yorug'lik zarur, deydi u. Agar Art sevaman vaqt uchib, va Jo uyiga qaytib u odatda kechki etti soat bo'ldi. Haftaning oxirida, Delia, juda faxrlanamiz, lekin bir oz charchagan, stol ustiga o'n besh dollar qo'ydi. "Ba'zan", deydi u, "Klementina juda dif f icult sinf o'quvchisi. Va u har doim oq kiyib. Men bir xil rang ko'rib, charchadim."
Va keyin Jo, Monte-Kristo tarzda bilan, cho'ntagidan o'n sakkiz dollar chiqardi va juda stol ustiga qo'ydi. "Men Vashington bir kishiga mening rasmlar birini sotgan," deydi u. "Endi, u Sharqiy daryosi bir rasm Vashingtonga u bilan olib istaydi."
"Men sizga, siz Art yuqoriga berilgan aziz yo'q, shuning uchun xursandman", Delia dedi. "Siz g'alaba qozonish uchun ishonch bor! O'ttiz uch dollar! Biz sarflash juda ko'p pul bor edi hech qachon."
Keyingi shanba oqshom, Jo birinchi uy keldi. U stol ustiga uning pul qo'yish va keyin qo'lidagi bo'yoq, bir poda kabi qarash tuyulardi nima yuvib. Oradan yarim soat o'tib, Delia keldi. Uning o'ng tomondan katta bandaj bor edi. "Dellie, aziz, nima yuz berdi? Qo'ling nima?" Jo so'radi.
Delia emas, balki juda baxtli, kulib yubordi. "Klementina," u ", tushuntirdi u bilan tushlik so'radi va Ter bizning dars af General. U, Bilasizmi, juda kuchli emas va u menga bir oz choy berib edi, uning qo'li chayqadi va u juda ko'p to'kilgan qo'limda ustidan issiq suv. Lekin General Pinkney qo'limni o'zini bufetchining doka bilan bog'langan. Ular har ikkala shunday Kechirasiz. Oh, Jo edi, siz boshqa rasm sotish edi? " U stol ustiga pul ko'rgan.
"Ha," Jo dedi. "Vashington kishi. Shu kuni tushdan keyin, siz qo'lingizni, Dellie yondirib qanday vaqt?"
"Besh soat, menimcha," Delia dedi. "Temir - suv juda issiq edi va Klementina qichqirdi va General Pinkney ...."
Jo Delia davra uning qo'llarini qo'ydi. "Agar ishlayotgan bo'lsa, Dellie? Menga ayt", dedi u jiddiy ohangda so'radi.
Delia narsa aytish haqida edi, lekin-birdan uning ko'zlarida paydo burdalab, u yig'lab yubordi. "Men har qanday o'quvchilarni olish mumkin emas", deydi u. Men Yigirma To'rtinchi Street. Bu kuni tushdan keyin, men issiq temir bilan qo'limni yoqib katta kir ko'ylak dazmollay ish bor, shuning uchun "Men, sen saboq olib to'xtatish istamadi. Menga g'azab qilmang, Jo. Men sizning san'at uchun qildim. Va endi, siz RR uchun o'sha suratlar bo'yalgan bo'lishi