"Joe, dear," she announced happily,

"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”.”

Результаты (русский) 3:

"джо, дорогая," она объявила, к счастью, у ученика.- я имею в виду генеральной пинкни - его дочь, клементина.он очень богат, и они есть замечательный дом.она прекрасна - она одевается в белое, и она так мило и приятно!я дам ей три занятия в неделю, и думаю, джо!пять долларов урок.теперь, дорогая, не смотри так волноваться, и пойдем поужинать.я купил очень рыбка ".
но джо отказался слушать ее."это хорошо для тебя, dellie, но все не так для меня ", - выразил протест".ты думаешь, что я позволю тебе работать, пока я продолжаю изучать искусство?нет, нет, нет!никогда!я могу получить работу в качестве механика или мытья окон.я принесу какую - то работу ".
делия бросил ее обняла его."джо, дорогой, ты не думай, что оставить г - нмагистр и ваше искусство.я не сдамся, музыка.уроки не вмешиваться в мою музыку.а я учу, я научусь, и я могу вернуться можно, когда я получу немного учеников. "
" хорошо ", - говорит джо".но давать уроки не искусство. "
", когда один любит одного искусства, служба не кажется слишком тяжело ", - сказал делия.
на следующей неделе, мистер и миссис лэрраби был завтрак очень рано.джо был картина несколько фотографий в центральном парке, и он нуждается в утреннем свете особенно, - сказал он.время летит, когда ты любишь искусство, и, как правило, семь часов в вечернее время, когда джо вернулся домой.в конце недели, делия, очень горжусь, но немного устал, поставил пятнадцать долларов на стол ".иногда ", - сказала она, -" клементина очень диф F icult ученика.и она всегда носит белый.я устал видеть того же цвета ".
и затем джо, с тем, как монте - кристо, вытащил 18 долларов из кармана и положил его на стол тоже".я продал снимки с мужчиной из вашингтона ", - сказал он.и сейчас он хочет картину в ист - ривер, взять с собой в вашингтон. ":" я так рад, что вы не дали своего искусства, дорогая ", делия сказал".вы уверены, что победить!тридцать три доллара!у нас никогда не было столько денег, чтобы тратить ".
в следующую субботу вечером джо вернулся домой.он поставил свои деньги на стол, и затем промывают, как представляется, похоже, много краски из его рук.спустя полчаса, делия прибыли.там была большая повязку на правую руку ".dellie, дорогая, что случилось?что случилось с рукой? "джо попросил.
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