Английский язык | 5 - 9 классы
Срочно нужен перевод теста - "Lautisse Paints Again" H.
A. Smith
Everybody knows by this time that we met Lautisse on board a ship, but few people know that in the beginning, Betsy and I had no idea who he was.
At first he introduced himself as Monsieur Roland, but as we talked he asked me a lot of questions about myself and my business and finally he asked me if I could keep a secret and said : "I am Lautisse.
"
I had no idea who he was.
I told Betsy and af ter lunch we went up and talked to the ship's librarian, asked him a few questions.
And then we found out that my new friend was probably the world's best living painter.
The librarian found a book with his biography and a photograph.
Though the photograph was bad, we decided that our new acquaintance was Lautisse all right.
The book said that he suddenly stopped painting at 53 and lived in a villa in Rivera.
He hadn't painted anything in a dozen years and was heard to say he would never touch the brush again.
Well, we got to be real friends and Betsy invited him to come up to our place for a weekend.
Lautisse arrived on the noon train Saturday, and I met him at the station.
We had promised him that wewouldn't have any people and that we wouldn't try to talk to him about art.
It wasn't very difficult since we were not very keen on art.
I was up at seven - thirty the next morning and I remembered that I had a job to do.
Our vegetable garden had a fence around it which needed a coat of paint.
I took out a bucket half full of white paint and a brush and an old kitchen chair.
I was sitting on the chair thinking, when I heard footsteps and there stood Lautisse.
I said that I was getting ready to paint the garden fence but now that he was up, I would stop it.
He protested, then took the brush from my hand and said, "First, I'll show you!
" At that moment Betsy cried from the kitchen door that breakfast was ready.
"No, no, " he said.
"No breakfast, – I will paint the fence.
" I argued with him but he wouldn't even look up from his work.
Betsy laughed and assured me that he was having a good time.
He spent three hours at it and fin -
back to town on the 9.
10 that evening and at the station he shook my hand and said that he hadn't enjoyed himself so much in years.
We didn't hear anything from him for about 10 days but the newspapers learnt about the visit and came to our place.
I was out but Betsy told the reporters everything and about the fence too.
The next day the papers had quite a story and the headlines said : LAUTISSE PAINTS AGAIN.
On the same day three men came to my place from different art galleries and offered 4.
000 dollars for the fence.
I refused.
The next day I was of f ered 25.
000 and then 50.
000. On the fourth day a sculptor named Gerston came to my place.
He was a friend of Lautisse.
He advised me to allow the Palmer Museum in New York to exhibit it for a few weeks.
He said that the gallery people were interested in the fence because Lautisse had never before used a bit of white paint.
I agreed.
So the f ence was put in the Palmer Museum.
I went down myself to have a look at it.
Hundreds of people came to see the fence, and I couldn't help laughing when I saw my fence because it had a fence around it.
A week later Gerston telephoned me and asked to come to him.
He had something important to tell me.
It turned out that Lautisse visited the exhibition and signed all the thirty sections of my fence.
"Now, " said Gerston, "you have really got something to sell.
" And indeed with Gerston's help, 29 of the 30 sections were sold within a month's time and the price was 10.
000 each section.
I didn't want to sell the 30th section and it's hanging now in our living - room.
Choose the correct time expressions?
Choose the correct time expressions.
1 John said that he had met Debi three weeks ago before.
2 He said that he had to email her that day today.
3 He said that he would write to her again the following previous day.
4 He said that he was going to visit her the next following year.
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Нужен точный перевод!
Chapter 3 COME AWAY, COME AWAY!
For a moment after Mr.
And Mrs.
Darling left the house the night - lights by the beds of the three children continued to burn clearly.
They were awfully nice little night - lights, and one cannot help wishing that they could have kept awake to see Peter ; but Wendy's light blinked and gave such a yawn that the other two yawned also, and before they could close their mouths all the three went out.
There was another light in the room now, a thousand times brighter than the night - lights, and in the time we have taken to say this, it had been in all the drawers in the nursery, looking for Peter's shadow, rummaged the wardrobe and turned every pocket inside out.
It was not really a light ; it made this light by flashing about so quickly, but when it came to rest for a second you saw it was a fairy, no longer than your hand, but still growing.
It was a girl called Tinker Bell exquisitely gowned in a skeleton leaf, cut low and square, through which her figure could be seen to the best advantage.
She was slightly inclined to EMBONPOINT.
[plump hourglass figure]
A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.
He had carried Tinker Bell part of the way, and his hand was still messy with the fairy dust.
"Tinker Bell, " he called softly, after making sure that the children were asleep, "Tink, where are you?
" She was in a jug for the moment, and liking it extremely ; she had never been in a jug before.
"Oh, do come out of that jug, and tell me, do you know where they put my shadow?
"
The loveliest tinkle as of golden bells answered him.
It is the fairy language.
You ordinary children can never hear it, but if you were to hear it you would know that you had heard it once before.
Tink said that the shadow was in the big box.
She meant the chest of drawers, and Peter jumped at the drawers, scattering their contents to the floor with both hands, as kings toss ha'pence to the crowd.
In a moment he had recovered his shadow, and in his delight he forgot that he had shut Tinker Bell up in the drawer.
If he thought at all, but I don't believe he ever thought, it was that he and his shadow, when brought near each other, would join like drops of water, and when they did not he was appalled.
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Проверьте пожалуйста правильность предложений, заранее спасибо.
Before the beginning of the lesson, I came to the classroom and put textbooks out of the bag.
After that she sat and prepared for the lesson, and talked with her friends.
After the second call teacher began a lesson.
At the lesson of the English language we translated the texts, and learned new words.
Then we had a lesson and we went to the Russian language where the dictation was written.
Then, according to the schedule, we had the algebra on which we solved examples and equations.
In each lesson I was distracted and I was wondering what the weather was like on the street.
Finally, the lessons were over.
And I had to go to practice.
Finally, the training ended and I went home with a smile.
Срочно помогите с переводом,"Every worker must understand that theonlyway to a happy future is throughstruggleand the struggle isgrowingharder and harder?
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"Every worker must understand that theonlyway to a happy future is throughstruggleand the struggle isgrowingharder and harder.
On the one hand.
"
A knock at the door interrupted Bauman.
He stopped speaking and first looked at the people sitting round him, and then at the dentist, in whose waiting - room they were having their secret meeting.
"Are youexpectinganypatients?
" he asked.
Everybody understood what Bauman's question meant.
They didn't even speak toeach other, they didn't have to beremindedwhat to do.
One of themaccompaniedthe dentist into the surgery, while the others sat down on the chairs standing along the wall andpretendedto be patients waiting theirturn.
It didn't take them long.
When everything was ready, the dentist's maid went to answer the knock and soon came back with an unexpected visitor, whotriedto go straight into the surgery.
"I say, it isn't your turn, " a 'patient' sittingnext tothe door said to him.
"I can't wait.
I've got a terribletoothache, " the man answered, hurriedly examining everybody's face.
Bauman, who pretended that he was reading a newspaper, didn't even turn hisheadto look at the strange visitor.
He could, however, clearlysee the man's face, and recognized him at once.
He was a spy, the same man he had often seen before.
"Has he brought thepolicewith him?
". One thing was clear : it was necessary to keep the spy in the flat as long as possible, so that he would believe that they were real patients.
Bauman looked up at the newcomer, and for a moment itseemedto him that there was Joy in the man's eyes.
Then Bauman said aspolitelyas he could.
"We don't mind if the dentist sees him first, do we?
" and then, turning to the spy, "Since you have a bad toothache, you can go next.
"
The spy didn't know what to say.
At that moment the surgery door opened and the dentist asked the next patient in.
Bauman, who went onwatchingthe spy, immediatelysaid, "Anyone with bad teeth should certainly have them out.
"
In a second the spy was sitting in the dentist's chair.
The dentist told him to open his mouth wide, examined his teeth with great care, and began working quickly.
A quarter of an hour later he showed the patient two large yellow teeth and said :
"Idid my best.
To tell you thetruthit was quitea serious operation.
You shouldtakebettercare ofyour teeth.
Ten roubles, please.
"
For a minute the spy stood there, not knowing what to do.
"Would you like me to do anything else for you?
" the dentist asked, smiling.
The spy answered nothing, paid the money, and hurried out into the waiting - room.
He expected to find no one there, but to his greatsurpriseeverybody was in his place.
The spy could do nothing but leave the dentist's flat.
When the spy had left, someone said, "It's a good thing he had bad teeth.
"
"But he didn't .
He just has two good teeth less now than he did when he came, " the dentistexplained, andadded, "and it didn't cost him much.
So he should begrateful.
"
Everybody laughed, and Bauman said, "That was a goodidea.
Didn't I say that they wouldbreaktheir teeth if they fought against us?
I wonder whether he will be able to go and report to the police after that.
I don't think they'll be able tomake outanything he says.
Well, I think we can go on with our meeting now.
".
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ПРОШУ, НА АНГЛИЙСКОМ ПЕРЕСКАЗ ОЧЕНЬ НУЖНО!
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THE WIZARD LEARNS KIKI'S SECRET
At that moment a Fox came up to the clearing.
The Nome and Kiki did not see the Fox, because it was behind them.
But the Fox was really the Wizard of Oz.
He looked at the two Li - Mon - Eags and thought : "There are two of them now.
And a short time ago there was only one Li - Mon - Eag.
The Goose changed into the beast!
I understand it all now.
It is all clear now.
At last I can tell who changed our forms.
The Goose and his comrade—the wicked magician.
These two beasts are our enemies.
I must watch them all the time and see what they will do next.
"
The Wizard - Fox came up to Kiki Aru and the Nome.
There was a big tree near them with a big hole in it.
"I shall hide in the hole and see what those beasts will do next, " thought the Wizard.
He jumped into the hole and watched the two Li - Mon - Eags.
And he heard their talk.
"Well, " said the Nome to Kiki, "this is my plan.
Look at the trees in the forest.
They are full of monkeys.
We shall change fifty little monkeys into fifty soldiers.
The Oz people don't know how to fight.
They will be frightened and the soldiers will conquer them in a day or two.
"1
Kiki thought for some time and then said : "I like your plan.
"
"Can you change those fifty little monkeys all at once?
"2asked the Nome.
"No, I can't, " answered Kiki.
"I must change them one at a time.
3Stay here, and I shall go and change the first monkey.
"
"But where are you going?
" asked the Nome.
"You know very well that I can't say the magic word when you are near.
I shall go where you cannot hear me, " answered Kiki.
The Nome was very angry when he heard that.
But he said : "All right!
"
Kiki got up and went to a tree which stood near them.
It was just the tree in which the Wizard - Fox was.
Kiki Aru ran up to the tree and tried to look into the hole.
It was very dark in the hole.
So Kiki did not see the Fox.
Kiki said : "I want that monkey in the big tree on the left to become a soldier with a big sword : Pyrzqxgl.
" Then he ran back to the Nome.
"I am so glad I know the magic word now, " thought the Wizard.
"I can change the forms of people and animals now.
But first I must remember the word.
"
In a moment a soldier with a big sword stood on the clearing.
"Good, " cried the Nome.
"Change the other monkeys, quick!
"
So Kiki ran back to the tree with the hole in it and said his magic word again.
He ran to the tree and back six times.
Soon six big soldiers with swords stood in the forest.
When Kiki ran back to the Nome for the sixth time the Wizard - Fox put his head out of the hole.
He thought : "I have heard the magic word six times.
Now I shall try and say it.
"
And he said aloud : "This animal Li - Mon - Eag must become a small nut : Pyrzqxgl.
"
At once Kiki changed into a small nut.
The Wizard cried out with joy and jumped out of the hole.
"Now I shall change the other one into a big nut, " he thought.
At that moment the Nome rose from the ground and looked around.
He saw the Fox, but he did not see Kiki.
"Where is Kiki, why did he not come back?
" he thought.
He was frightened.
"This Li - Mon - Eag must become a big nut : Pyzrqxgl!
" cried the Wizard - Fox.
But, as you see, the order of the letters in the word was wrong.
He did not say the magic word in the right way.
4So the Nome's form did not change.
The Nome understood at once that it was the magic word.
He ran to the Fox and said : "You must become a goose : Pyrqzxgl.
"
But the Nome said the word in the wrong way5too— that's why the Wizard - Fox's form did not change.
He ran away from the angry Nome and hid behind a big tree.
The Nome King repeated the magic word many times but every time he said it in the wrong way.
The Fox behind the tree repeated the word many times too, and suddenly he said it in the right way.
And the Nome at once became a big nut.
The Wizard - Fox said : "I want my real form again.
I want to become a man : Pyrzqxgl.
"
At once he became the Wizard of Oz again.
He picked up the big nut and the small nut.
Then he put them into his pocket and ran back to the big clearing, to his friends, as quickly as he could.
It was summer?
It was summer.
A Grasshopper lived in the green grass near a high hill.
He liked to sing and dance very much.
He often hopped and played in the grass in the daytime and when it was dark, he locked at the stars in the sky and at the yellow moon.
Sometimes he went to the mountains and walked in the woods.
He had a very good time he didn"t work, he didn"t think about food.
He had a lot to eat and his house was a beatiful place in the grass under a flower.
One day the grasshopper saw an ant.
The Ant looked tired.
He was hot.
He had a big sack on his back.
"Why are you working on such a lovely day?
"asked the Grasshopper.
"I am collecting food for winter, " answered the Ant.
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The Smuggler and the Customs Officer.
The customs officer had seen the same man coming into the country every day for the past month.
He knew that this man must be smuggling something into the country, but he didn’t know what it was.
The man was always very polite.
He always took off his hat and said “Good afternoon”, to the customs officer.
The customs officer always asked him to open his bag, but the customs officer couldn’t find out what the man was smuggling into the country.
He couldn’t find any whisky or perfume or cigarettes or anything.
When the customs officer had looked through the man’s bag and couldn’t find anything, the man always took off his hat and said, “Thank you.
Goodbye!
” He was very polite, but the customs officer was sure the man was a smuggler.
After a month the customs officer was so unhappy that he left his job.
The next day he watched the smuggler come up to the new customs officer.
“Good afternoon!
” said the smuggler and took off his hat politely.
“Good afternoon!
” said the new customs officer.
“Would you open your bag, please.
” So the man opened his bag again, but the new customs officer couldn’t find anything either.
“Thank you.
Goodbye!
” said the man and took off his hat politely.
Outside customs the old customs officer, who had left his job, stopped him and said, “I’m not a customs officer anymore.
I left my job.
Would you please tell me what you’re smuggling?
I know you’re smuggling something.
” The old customs officer was almost crazy because he didn’t know what it was.
“It’s true”, said the man.
“I am smuggling something.
I’m smuggling hats”, and he took off his hat politely and said, “Goodbye!
”. Ответьте на вопросы по тексту, выбирая правильный вариант.
1. How often had the man been smuggling through customs?
A) he had been smuggling for six weeks.
B) he had been smuggling for a day.
C) he had been smuggling for a year.
D) he had been smuggling for a month
2.
How often did the man come into the country?
A) he came in every year.
B) he came in every day.
C) he came in every week.
D) he came in every month.
3. What kind of luggage did the man have?
A) he had a briefcase.
B) he had a suitcase.
C) he had a package.
D) he had a travelling bag.
4. How do you know that the man was polite?
A) he always spoke to the customs officer.
B) he always opened his luggage when the customs officer asked.
C) he always gave the customs officer cigarettes.
D) he always took off his hat and said, “Good afternoon”.
5. Why did the customs officer leave his job?
A) he left because he wasn’t polite.
B) he left because he was unhappy.
C) he left because he wanted to be a smuggler.
D) he left because he was too old.
6. What did the new customs officer find?
A) he found a lot of cigarettes.
B) he didn’t look in the luggage.
C) he found a lot of whisky.
D) he didn’t find anything.
7. What was the man really smuggling?
A) he was smuggling perfume.
B) he was smuggling whisky.
C) he was smuggling hats.
D) he was smuggling cigarettes.
Помогите написать в пассивном залогеLast week, the Prime Minister visited Dawston?
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Last week, the Prime Minister visited Dawston.
The Mayor of the town greeted him when he arrived and gave him a tour.
He introduced the Prime Minister to some important businessmen and took him to lunch in a local restaurant.
In the afternoon, the Mayor held a meeting and the Prime Minister addressed the citizens of Dawston.
He told that he had enjoyed his visit very much.
ПРОШУ ПОМОГИТЕ ДО ЗАВТРА ОЧЕНЬ НАДО АНГЛ НЕ ОЧЕНЬ ЗНАЮ ПРОШУ?
ПРОШУ ПОМОГИТЕ ДО ЗАВТРА ОЧЕНЬ НАДО АНГЛ НЕ ОЧЕНЬ ЗНАЮ ПРОШУ!
51 БАЛЛ ДАМ.
HUNTING FOR A JOB
S.
S. McClure
I reached Boston late that night and got out at the South Station.
I knew no one in Boston except Miss Bennet.
She lived in Somerville1, and I immediately started out for Somerville.
Miss Bennet and her family did all they could to make me comfortable and help me to get myself established2 in some way.
I had only six dollars and their hospitality was of utmost importance to me.
My first application for a job in Boston was made in accordance with an idea of my own.
Every boy in the Western states knew the Pope Manufacturing Company, which produced bicycles.
When I published my first work "History of Western College Journalism" the Pope Company had given me an advertisement, and that seemed to be a "connection" of some kind.
So I decided to go to the offices of the Pope Manufacturing Company to ask for a job.
I walked into the general office and said that I wanted the president of the company.
"Colonel Pope?
" asked the clerk.
I answered, "Yes, Colonel Pope.
"
I was taken to Colonel Pope, who was then an alert energetic man of thir - ty - nine.
I told Colonel Pope, by way of introduction, that he had once given me an advertisement for a little book I had published, that I had been a College editor and out of a job.
What I wanted was work and I wanted it badly.
He said he was sorry, but they were laying off hands3.
I still hung on4.
It seemed to me that everything would be all up with me5, if I had to go out of that room without a job.
I asked him if there wasn't anything at all that I could do.
My earnestness made him look at me sharply.
"Willing to wash windows and scrub floors?
" he asked.
I told him that I was, and he turned to one of his clerks.
"Has Wilmot got anybody yet to help him in the downtown6 rink?
" he asked.
The clerk said he thought not.
"Very well", said Colonel Pope.
"You can go to the rink and help Wilmot out for tomorrow.
"
The next day I went to the bicycle rink and found that what Wilmot wanted was a man to teach beginners to ride.
I had never been on a bicycle in my life nor even very close to one, but in a couple of hours I had learnt to ride a bicycle myself and was teaching other people.
Next day Mr.
Wilmot paid me a dollar.
He didn't say anything about my coming back the next morning, but I came and went to work, very much afraid that I would be told I wasn't needed.
After that Mr.
Wilmot did not exactly engage me, but he forgot to discharge me, and I came back every day and went to work.
At the end of the week Colonel Pope sent for me and placed me in charge of the uptown7 rink.
Colonel Pope was a man who watched his workmen.
I hadn't been mistaken when I felt that a young man would have a chance with him.
He often used to say that "water would find its level", and he kept an eye on us.
One day he called me into his office and asked me if I could edit a magazine.
"Yes, sir, " I replied quickly.
I remember it flashed through my mind that I could do anything I was put at — that if I were req uired to run an ocean steamer I could somehow manage to do it.
I could learn to do it as I went along8.
I answered as quickly as I could get the words out of my mouth, afraid that Colonel Pope would change his mind before I could get them out.
This is how I got my first job.
And I have never doubted ever since that one of the reasons why I got it was that I had been "willing to wash windows and scrub floors".
I had been ready for anything.
Вопросы часть 1
Paraphrase the sentences using phrases from the text :
1)Miss Bennet and her family received him very warmly.
2)Everybody tried to help him to find some kind of job.
3)Their concern and hospitality were very important to him.
4)He told Colonel Pope that he was unemployed and needed any job very much.
5)The man thought that everything would be lost for him if he didn't find a job.
6)He had never ridden a bicycle in his life.
7)Mr.
Wilmot neither employed the journalist nor dismissed him.
8)The boss made him responsible for the uptown rink.
9) It suddenly occurred to him that his willingness to do any job had helped him to get his first job.
Вопросы на них надо дать ответы.
IV Questions on the text :
1)Who was the only person the author knew in Boston?
2)In what way was he received?
Why was it of great importance to him?
3)What made the young man apply for a job to the Pope Company?
4)Describe Colonel Pope.
What was his answer to the young man's sto -
ry?
5)Why did the man still hang on though he found out that the company was laying off hands?
6)What question did the Colonel ask him?
Describe the young man's job and say whether he coped with it.
7)Why did the man continue to work for Mr.
Wilmot though he hadn't engaged him?
8)What happened at the end of the week?
9)What job was the young man offered in the long run?
10)What idea flashed through his mind?
11)What helped the man to get his first job?
Помогите, 5 задание с домиком, вот текст THE PICTURE (after The Broken Bridge' by Ph?
Помогите, 5 задание с домиком, вот текст THE PICTURE (after The Broken Bridge' by Ph.
Pullman)
Ginny, the main character of the story, is 16.
She's turning out to be a brilliant artist like her mother, who died when she was a baby.
In the extract you're going to read
Ginny sees her mother's picture in the art gallery.
When Ginny was first becoming interested in art and the history of painting, Dad had given her a big book with hundreds of reproductions in it.
She'd pored over it with more than delight — with a kind of greed, in fact.
She absorbed everything the book told her about the Renaissance, and the Impressionists, and the Cubists, about Boticelli and Monet and Picasso, and she breathed it all in like oxygen she hadn't known she was missing.
And among the pictures in the book, there were two that made her gasp.
One was Whistler's Arrangement in Grey and Black, the portrait of his mother sitting on an upright chair, and the other was El Greco's View of Toledo.
She remembered her reaction quite clearly : a sudden intake of breath, caused by sheer surprise at the arrangement of shapes and colours.
It was a physical shock.
And when she looked at the big painting that dominated the end wall, the same thing happened.
It would have affected her the same way whoever had painted it, because it was a masterpiece.
What it showed was a middle - aged black man, in a uniform with epaulettes and medals, in the act of falling on to the red - carpeted floor of a well furnished room.
He'd been eating a meal, and on the table beside him there was a plate of yellow soup.
Beyond him, through the open door and at the open window, stood a crowd of people, watching : white people and black, old and young, richly dressed and poverty - stricken.
Some of them carried objects that helped you understand who they were : a wad of dollar bills for a banker, a clutch of guns2 for an arms dealer, a chicken for a peasant ; and the expressions on their faces told Ginny that they'd all in some ways been victims or accomplices3 of the man who was dying.
And all that was important, but just as important was the strange discord of the particular red of the carpet and the particular yellow ofthe soup, so that you knew it was something significant, and you guessed the soup had been poisoned.
And the way the dying man was isolated by the acid red from every other shape in the picture, so that it looked as if he were sinking out of sight in a pool of blood.
And mainly what was important was the thing that was impossible to put into words : the arrangements of the shapes on the canvas.
These same elements put together differently would have been an interesting picture, but put together like this, they made Ginny catch her breath.
She began thinking of what her mother had wanted to say by the picture.
Tell the story of the corrupt1 officer?
Yes. But not mainly.
What she had probably wanted to do was just to see what happened when she put that red and that yellow together.
That was what could start it.
Some little technical thing like that.
And the shape of the man as he falls.
Because there's no shadow, you can't see easily where he is in relation to the floor.
He seems to be floating in space, almost.
But at the same time no one could say that the picture wasn't technically correct.
It was amazing, brilliant!
Ginny felt a lump in her throat.
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Теперь уже всем известно, что мы познакомились с Лотиссом на борту корабля, но мало кто знает, что вначале мы с Бетси понятия не имели, кто он.
Сначала он представился как месье Роланд, но во время нашего разговора он задал мне много вопросов обо мне и моем бизнесе, и, наконец, он спросил меня, умею ли я хранить секреты и сказал : «Я Лотисс».
Я понятия не имел, кто он.
Я рассказал Бетси, и после обеда мы пошли поговорить с библиотекарем корабля, задали ему несколько вопросов.
И тогда мы узнали, что мой новый друг был, вероятно, лучшим в мире из ныне живущих художников.
Библиотекарь нашел книгу с его биографией и фотографией.
Хотя фотография была плохой, мы решили, что наш новый знакомый был Лотиссом.
В книге говорилось, что он внезапно прекратил рисовать в 53 года и жил на вилле в Ривере.
Он ни написал ни одной картины за этот десяток лет и, по слухам, заявил, что никогда больше не коснется кисти.
Ну, мы стали настоящими друзьями, и Бетси пригласила его приехать к нам на выходные.
Лотисс приехал на поезде в полдень в субботу, и я встретил его на вокзале.
Мы пообещали ему, что у нас не будет никаких гостей и мы не будем пытаться говорить с ним об искусстве.
Это было не так уж и сложно, так как мы не очень интересовались искусством.
На следующее утро я встал в семь тридцать и вспомнил, что у меня есть работа.
Вокруг нашего огорода был забор, который надо было покрасить.
Я достал ведро, наполовину наполненное белой краской, кисточку и старый кухонный стул.
Я сидел на стуле, раздумывая, как услышал шаги : подошел Лотисс.
Я сказал, что собирался красить забор, но теперь, когда он встал, я прекращу работу.
Он запротестовал, затем взял кисть из моей руки и сказал : «Сперва я покажу вам!
» В этот момент Бетси закричала из кухни, что завтрак готов.
«Нет, нет, - сказал он.
— Никакого завтрака, я покрашу забор».
Я заспорил с ним, но он даже не отрывался от работы.
Бетси засмеялась и заверила меня, что он хорошо проводит время.
Он потратил три часа и закончил забор.
Весь день он ходил счастливым.
В тот вечер он вернулся в город на поезде в 9.
10, и на вокзале он пожал мне руку и сказал, что не получал такого наслаждения уже много лет.
Около 10 дней о нем не было слышно, но газетчики узнали о визите и приехали к нам.
Меня дома не было, но Бетси рассказала репортерам всё, и о заборе тоже.
На следующий день газеты опубликовали изрядную историю, а в заголовках говорилось : «ЛОТИСС СНОВА ПИШЕТ».
В тот же день ко мне явились трое мужчин из разных художественных галерей и предложили 4000 долларов за забор.
Я отказался.
На следующий день мне предложили 25 000, а затем 50 000.
На четвертый день ко мне приехал скульптор по имени Герстон.
Он был другом Лотисса.
Он посоветовал мне разрешить Музею Палмера в Нью - Йорке выставить забор на несколько недель.
Он сказал, что работники галереи заинтересовались забором, потому что Лотисс раньше никогда вообще не использовал белую краску.
Я согласился.
Таким образом, забор оказался в Музее Палмера.
Я лично поехал туда, чтобы взглянуть на него.
Сотни людей пришли посмотреть на забор, и я не мог не рассмеяться, когда увидел свой забор, потому что вокруг него была ограда.
Через неделю Герстон позвонил мне и попросил приехать к нему.
Ему нужно было сообщить мне что - то важное.
Оказалось, что Лотисс посетил выставку и подписал все тридцать секций моего забора.
«Теперь, - сказал Герстон, - вам действительно есть, что продать».
И действительно, с помощью Герстона 29 из 30 секций были проданы в течение месяца, по цене 10 000 долларов за каждую секцию.
Я не захотел продавать 30 - ю секцию, и теперь она висит в нашей гостиной.