A Day's Wait He came into the room

A Day's Wait


He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move.
"What's the matter, Schatz?"
"I've got a headache."
"You better go back to bed."
"No. I'm all right."
"You go to bed. I'll see you when I'm dressed."
But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.
"You go up to bed," I said, "you're sick."
"I'm all right," he said.
When the doctor came he took the boy's temperature.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"One hundred and two."
Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored capsules with instructions for giving them. One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative, the third to overcome an acid condition. The germs of influenza can only exist in an acid condition, he explained. He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees. This was a light epidemic of flu and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia.
Back in the room I wrote the boy's temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules.
"Do you want me to read to you?"
"All right. If you want to," said the boy. His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes. He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached from what was going on.
I read aloud from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates; but I could see he was not following what I was reading.
"How do you feel, Schatz?" I asked him.
"Just the same, so far," he said.
I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely.
"Why don't you try to go to sleep? I'll wake you up for the medicine."
"I'd rather stay awake."
After a while he said to me, "You don't have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you."
"It doesn't bother me."
"No, I mean you don't have to stay if it's going to bother you."
I thought perhaps he was a little lightheaded and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o'clock I went out for a while.
It was a bright, cold day, the ground covered with a sleet that had frozen so that it seemed as if all the bare trees, the bushes, the cut brush and all the grass and the bare ground had been varnished with ice. I took the young Irish setter for a little walk up the road and along a frozen creek, but it was difficult to stand or walk on the glassy surface and the red dog slipped and slithered and I fell twice, hard, once dropping my gun and having it slide away over the ice.
We flushed a covey of quail under a high clay bank with overhanging brush and I killed two as they went out of sight over the top of the bank. Some of the covey lit in trees, but most of them scattered into brush piles and it was necessary to jump on the ice-coated mounds of brush several times before they would flush. Coming out while you were poised unsteadily on the icy, springy brush they made difficult shooting and I killed two, missed five, and started back pleased to have found a covey close to the house and happy there were so many left to find on another day.
At the house they said the boy had refused to let any one come into the room.

Результаты (русский) 1:

День ожидания Он пришел в комнату, чтобы закрыть окна, в то время как мы были все еще в постели, и я увидел, что он выглядел больным. Он дрожал, его лицо было белым, и он шел медленно, как будто оно болело для перемещения. «Что такое дело, Шац»? «У меня головная боль». «Вам лучше вернуться в постель.» «Нет Я все в порядке». «Вы идете спать. Я буду видеть вас когда я одет.» Но когда я пришел на первом этаже он был одет, сидя у камина, глядя очень больной и несчастный мальчик 9 лет. Когда я положил руку на лбу я знал, что он имел лихорадку. «Вы идете спать,» я сказал, «ты болен». «Я все в порядке»,-сказал он. Когда врач пришел он взял мальчика температуры. «Что это?» Я спросил его. «Сто два.» На первом этаже врач оставил три различных лекарственных средств в различные цветные капсулы с инструкциями для придания им. Один был сбить лихорадки, другой слабительного, третий для преодоления кислотного состояния. Микробы гриппа может существовать только в кислоты состоянии,-пояснил он. Он, казалось, чтобы знать все о гриппа и сказал, что нет ничего страшного, если лихорадка не выше сто четыре градуса. Это была легкая эпидемия гриппа, и нет никакой опасности, если вы избежать пневмонии. Обратно в комнате я написал мальчика температуру вниз и сделал к сведению время, чтобы дать различные капсулы. «Вы хотите, чтобы читать вам я?» «Все права. Если вы хотите,» сказал мальчик. Его лицо было очень белым и были темные области под глазами. Он лежал в постели и, казалось очень отдельно от того, что происходит. I read aloud from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates; but I could see he was not following what I was reading. "How do you feel, Schatz?" I asked him. "Just the same, so far," he said. I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely. "Why don't you try to go to sleep? I'll wake you up for the medicine." "I'd rather stay awake." After a while he said to me, "You don't have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you." "It doesn't bother me." "No, I mean you don't have to stay if it's going to bother you." I thought perhaps he was a little lightheaded and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o'clock I went out for a while. It was a bright, cold day, the ground covered with a sleet that had frozen so that it seemed as if all the bare trees, the bushes, the cut brush and all the grass and the bare ground had been varnished with ice. I took the young Irish setter for a little walk up the road and along a frozen creek, but it was difficult to stand or walk on the glassy surface and the red dog slipped and slithered and I fell twice, hard, once dropping my gun and having it slide away over the ice. Мы покраснел covey Перепелка под высоким глины банка с поникающими кисти, и я убил двоих, как они вышли из виду над верхней частью банка. Некоторые из Кови зажжен в деревьях, но большинство из них разбросаны в кисть свай, и необходимо перейти на покрытые льдом насыпи кисти несколько раз, прежде чем они будут заподлицо. Далее, в то время как вы были готовы непрочно на icy, упругими кисть, они затрудняют съемки и я убил двух, пропустили пять и начал назад с удовлетворением нашел covey близко к дому и счастливы, было так много слева, чтобы найти на другой день. В доме они сказали, что мальчик отказался дать любой один приходит в комнату.