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Файл:The Legacy and Other Stories (Завещание и другие рассказы). Учебное пособие для студентов бакалавров, изучающих английский язык (второй год обучения),
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Кафедра английской филологии
Кафедра фонетики английского языка
The legacy and oTher STorieS
Учебное пособие
2013
УДК 811.11
ББК 81.432.1я73
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Печатается по решению
Редакционно-издательского совета ГБОУ ВПО МГПУ
кандидатфилологическихнаук,доцентС.В. Мичугина,
кандидатфилологическихнаук,доцентЕ.И. Михалева,
кандидатфилологическихнаук,доцентО.А. Титова,
кандидатфилологическихнаук,доцент Н.Д. Паршина,
старшийпреподавательС.Н. Макеева
доценткафедрыанглийскойфилологииИнститута
иностранныхязыковМГПУ,к.ф.н.О.В. Вострикова,
доценткафедрыанглийскогоязыкаприфакультете
менеджментаНациональногоисследовательского
университета«Высшаяшколаэкономики»,к.ф.н.О.Б. Тамбовцева
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лейфакультетаповышенияквалификации,учащихсястар
шихклассовсреднейшколы/Авторысост.:С.В.Мичугина,
Е.И.Михалева,О.А.Титова,Н.Д.Паршина,С.Н.Макеева.–
М.:МГПУ,2013.–240с.
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студентовбакалавровпокурсу«Практикаречианглийскогоязыка»(второйкурс
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ниевокабуляра,развитиеуменийчтения,говоренияиписьменнойречи.
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Авторысоставители
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Virginia Woolf
“ForSissyMiller.”GilbertClandon,takingupthepearlbroochthat
layamong a litterof ringsandbrooches ona little tablein hiswife’s
drawingroom,readtheinscription:“ForSissyMiller,withmylove.”
ItwaslikeAngelatohaverememberedevenSissyMiller,hersec
retary.Yet howstrange it was, Gilbert Clandon thought once more,
thatshehadlefteverythinginsuchorder—alittlegiftofsomesort
foreveryoneofherfriends.Itwasasifsheherdeath.
Yetshehadbeeninperfecthealthwhensheleftthehousethatmor
ning,sixweeksago;whensheinPiccadillyand
thecarhadkilledher.
Hewas waitingfor SissyMiller.Hehad askedher tocome; he
owedher,hefelt,afteralltheyearsshehadbeenwiththem,this
.Yes,hewenton,ashesattherewaiting,itwas
strange thatAngela had left everything in such order.Every friend
had been left some little . Every ring, every
necklace, every little Chinese boxshe
—hadanameonit.Andeachhadsomememoryforhim.Thishe
hadgivenher;thistheenameldolphinwiththerubyeyes—shehad
pouncedupononedayinabackstreetinVenice.Hecouldremember
herlittlecryofdelight.Tohim,ofcourse,shehadleftnothinginpar
ticular,unlessitwereherdiary.Fifteenlittlevolumes,boundingreen
leather,stoodbehindhimonherwritingtable.Eversincethey were
married,shehadkeptadiary.Someoftheirveryfew—hecouldnot
call them quarrels, say tiffs— had been aboutthat diary.Whenhe
cameinandfoundherwriting,shealwaysshutitorputherhandover
it.“No,no,no,”hecouldhearhersay,“AfterI’mdead—perhaps.”
Soshehadleftithim,asher.Itwastheonlythingtheyhadnot
sharedwhenshewasalive.Buthealways
thatshewouldoutlivehim.Ifonlyshehadstoppedonemoment,and
hadthoughtwhatshewasdoing,shewouldbealivenow.Butshehad
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steppedstraightoffthekerb,thedriverofthecarhadsaid
.Shehadgivenhim nochancetopullup. . ..Herethesound
ofvoicesinthehallinterruptedhim.
“MissMiller,Sir,”saidthemaid.
Shecamein.Hehadneverseenheraloneinhislife,nor,ofcourse,
intears.Shewasterriblydistressed,andnowonder.Angelahadbeen
muchmoretoherthananemployer.Shehadbeenafriend.Tohimself,
hethought,ashepushedachairforherandaskedhertositdown,she
wasscarcelydistinguishablefromanyotherwomanofherkind.There
werethousandsofSissyMillers—drablittlewomeninblackcarrying
attachecases.ButAngela,withhergeniusforsympathy,haddiscov
eredallsortsofqualitiesinSissyMiller.Shewasthesoulofdiscre
tion;sosilent;sotrustworthy,onecouldtellheranything,andsoon.
MissMiller could not speak atrst. She sat there
.Thenshe.
“Pardonme,Mr.Clandon,”shesaid.
Hemurmured.Ofcourseheunderstood.Itwasonlynatural.He
couldguesswhathiswifehadmeanttoher.
“I’vebeensohappyhere,”shesaid,lookinground.Hereyesres
tedonthewritingtablebehindhim.Itwasheretheyhadworked—she
andAngela.ForAngelahadhershareofthedutiesthatfalltothelot
ofaprominentpolitician’swife.Shehadbeenthegreatesthelptohim
inhiscareer.HehadoftenseenherandSissysittingatthattable—
Sissy at the typewriter, taking down letters from her dictation. No
doubtMissMillerwasthinkingofthat,too.Nowallhehadtodowas
togiveherthebroochhiswifehadlefther.Aratherincongruousgift
itseemed.Itmighthavebeenbettertohaveleftherasumofmoney,
oreventhetypewriter.Butthereitwas—“ForSissyMiller,withmy
love.”And,takingthebrooch,hegaveitherwiththelittlespeechthat
hehadprepared.Heknew,hesaid,thatshewouldvalueit.Hiswife
hadoftenwornit....Andshereplied,asshetookitalmostasifshe
toohadpreparedaspeech,thatitwouldalwaysbeatreasuredposses
sion.Shehad,hesupposed,otherclothesuponwhichapearlbrooch
wouldnotlookquitesoincongruous.Shewaswearingthelittleblack
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coatandskirtthatseemedtheuniformofherprofession.Thenhere
membered—she,ofcourse.She,too,hadhadher
tragedy—abrother,towhomshewasdevoted,haddiedonlyaweek
ortwobeforeAngela.Insomeaccidentwasit?Hecouldnotremem
ber—onlyAngelatellinghim.Angela,withhergeniusforsympathy,
hadbeen terribly upset.Meanwhile Sissy Millerhad risen.Shewas
puttingonhergloves.Evidentlyshefeltthatsheoughtnottointrude.
Buthecouldnotlethergowithoutsayingsomethingaboutherfuture.
Whatwereherplans?Wasthereanywayinwhichhecouldhelpher?
Shewasgazingatthetable,whereshehadsatathertypewriter,
wherethediarylay.And,lostinhermemoriesofAngela,shedidnot
atonceanswerhissuggestionthatheshouldhelpher.Sheseemedfor
amomentnottounderstand.Soherepeated:
“Whatareyourplans,MissMiller?”
“My plans? Oh, that’s all right, Mr. Clandon,” she exclaimed.
“Pleasedon’tbotheryourselfaboutme.”
Hetook her tomean thatshe wasin no needof nancialassis
tance.Itwouldbebetter,herealized,tomakeanysuggestionofthat
kindinaletter.Allhecoulddonowwastosayashepressedherhand,
“Remember,MissMiller,ifthere’sanywayinwhichIcanhelpyou,it
willbeapleasure....”Thenheopenedthedoor.Foramoment,onthe
threshold,asifasuddenthoughthadstruckher,shestopped.
“Mr.Clandon,”shesaid,lookingstraightathimforthersttime,
andforthersttimehewasstruckbytheexpression,sympatheticyet
searching,inhereyes.“Ifatanytime,”shecontinued,“there’sany
thingIcandoto help you,remember,I shallfeelit,foryourwife’s
sake,apleasure…”
Withthat shewasgone. Herwordsand thelookthat went with
themwereunexpected.Itwasalmostasifshebelieved,orhoped,that
hewouldneedher.Acurious,perhapsafantasticideaoccurredtohim
ashereturnedtohischair.Coulditbe,thatduringallthoseyearswhen
hehadscarcelynoticedher,she,asthenovelistssay,hadentertained
a passion for him? He caught his own reection in the glass as he
passed.Hewasoverfty;buthecouldnothelpadmittingthathewas
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still,as the lookingglassshowed him, a very distinguishedlooking
man.
“PoorSissyMiller!”hesaid,halflaughing.Howhewouldhave
likedtosharethatjokewithhiswife!Heturnedinstinctivelytoherdi
ary.“Gilbert,”heread,openingitatrandom,“lookedsowonderful...
.”Itwasasifshehadansweredhisquestion.Ofcourse,sheseemedto
say,you’reveryattractivetowomen.OfcourseSissyMillerfeltthat
too.Hereadon.“HowproudIamtobehiswife!”Andhehadalways
beenveryproudtobeherhusband.Howoften,whentheydinedout
somewhere, he had looked at her across the table and said to him
self,Sheistheloveliestwomanhere!He read on.That rstyearhe
hadbeenstandingforParliament.They.
“WhenGilbertsatdowntheapplausewasterric.Thewholeaudience
roseandsang:‘Forhe’sajollygoodfellow.’Iwasquiteovercome.”
Herememberedthat,too.Shehadbeensittingontheplatformbeside
him.Hecould still seetheglance she castathim, andhowshe had
tearsinher eyes.Andthen? Heturnedthe pages.Theyhadgone to
Venice.Herecalledthathappyholidayaftertheelection.“Wehadices
atFlorians.”Hesmiled—shewasstillsuchachild;shelovedices.
“GilbertgavemeamostinterestingaccountofthehistoryofVenice.
HetoldmethattheDoges...”shehadwrittenitalloutinherschool
girlhand.OneofthedelightsoftravellingwithAngelahadbeenthat
shewassoeagertolearn.Shewassoterriblyignorant,sheusedtosay,
asifthatwerenotoneofhercharms.Andthen—heopenedthenext
volume—theyhadcomebacktoLondon.“Iwassoanxioustomake
agoodimpression.Iworemyweddingdress.”Hecouldseehernow
sittingnextoldSirEdward;andmakingaconquestofthatformidable
oldman,hischief.Hereadonrapidly,llinginsceneafterscenefrom
herscrappyfragments.“DinedattheHouseofCommons.Toaneve
ningpartyattheLovegroves.DidIrealizemyresponsibility,LadyL.
askedme,asGilbert’swife?”Then,astheyearspassed—hetookan
othervolumefromthewritingtable—hehadbecomemoreandmore
absorbedinhiswork.Andshe,ofcourse,wasmoreoftenalone....It
hadbeenagreatgrieftoher,apparently,thattheyhadhadnochildren.
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“HowIwish,”oneentryread,“thatGilberthadason!”Oddlyenough
hehadnevermuchregrettedthathimself.Lifehadbeensofull,sorich
asitwas.Thatyearhehadbeengivenaminorpostinthegovernment.
Aminor post only,but her comment was: “I am quite certain now
thathewillbePrimeMinister!”Well,ifthingshadgonedifferently,
itmighthavebeenso.Hepausedheretospeculateuponwhatmight
havebeen.Politicswas agamble,hereected; but thegamewasn’t
overyet.Notatfty.Hecasthiseyesrapidly over morepages,full
ofthelittletries,theinsignicant,happy,dailytriesthathadmade
upherlife.
He took up another volume and opened it at random. “What
a coward I am! I let the chance slip again. But it seemed selsh
tobotherhimwithmyownaffairs,whenhehassomuchtothinkabout.
Andwe so seldomhave an eveningalone.” Whatwas the meaning
ofthat?Oh,herewastheexplanation—itreferredtoherworkinthe
EastEnd.“IpluckedupcourageandtalkedtoGilbertatlast.Hewas
sokind,sogood.Hemadenoobjection.”Herememberedthatconver
sation.Shehadtoldhimthatshefeltsoidle,souseless.Shewished
tohavesomeworkof her own.Shewantedtodo something—she
hadblushedsoprettily,heremembered,asshesaidit,sittinginthat
very chair to help others. He had bantered her a little. Hadn’t she
enoughtodolookingafterhim,afterherhome?Still,ifitamusedher,
ofcoursehehadnoobjection.Whatwasit?Somedistrict?Somecom
mittee?Onlyshemustpromise not tomakeherselfill.Soitseemed
thateveryWednesdayshewenttoWhitechapel.Herememberedhow
hehatedtheclothessheworeonthoseoccasions.Butshehadtaken
itveryseriously,itseemed.Thediarywasfullofreferenceslikethis:
“Saw Mrs. Jones… She has ten children… Husband lost his arm
inanaccident…DidmybesttondajobforLily.”Heskippedon.
Hisownnameoccurredlessfrequently.Hisinterestslackened.Some
oftheentriesconveyednothing tohim.Forexample:“Hadaheated
argumentaboutsocialismwithB.M.”WhowasB.M.?Hecouldnot
llintheinitials;somewoman,hesupposed,thatshehadmetonone
ofhercommittees.“B.M.madeaviolentattackupontheupperclas
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ses…I walkedback afterthe meeting with B. M. and triedto
.Butheisso.”SoB.M.wasaman—no
doubtone of those“intellectuals,” as they call themselves,who are
soviolent,asAngelasaid, andso.She hadinvited
himtocomeandseeherapparently.“B.M.cametodinner.Heshook
handswithMinnie!”Thatnoteofexclamationgaveanothertwisttohis
mental picture. B. M., it seemed, wasn’t used to parlourmaids; he
hadshakenhandswithMinnie.Presumablyhewasoneofthosetame
working men who air their views in ladies’drawingrooms.Gilbert
knew the type, and ,
whoever B. M. might be. Here he was again. “Went with B. M.
totheTowerofLondon…Hesaidrevolutionisboundtocome…He
saidweliveinaFool’sParadise.”ThatwasjustthekindofthingB.M.
wouldsay—Gilbertcouldhearhim.Hecouldalsoseehimquitedis
tinctly—astubbylittleman,witharoughbeard,redtie,dressedas
theyalwaysdidintweeds,whohadneverdoneanhonestday’swork
inhislife.SurelyAngelahadthesensetoseethroughhim?Heread
on.“B. M. saidsome verydisagreeable things about— “Thename
wascarefullyscratchedout.“ItoldhimIwouldnotlistentoanymore
abuseof—“Againthenamewasobliterated.Couldithavebeenhis
ownname?WasthatwhyAngelacoveredthepagesoquicklywhen
hecame in?The thoughtadded tohis growingdislike of B. M. He
hadhadtheimpertinencetodiscusshiminthisveryroom.Whyhad
Angelanever toldhim? Itwas veryunlike herto conceal anything;
shehad been thesoul of candour.He turned the pages, picking out
everyreferencetoB.M.“B.M.toldmethestoryofhischildhood.His
motherwentoutcharring...WhenIthinkofit,Icanhardlybeartogo
onlivinginsuchluxury…Threeguineasforonehat!”Ifonlyshehad
discussedthematterwithhim,insteadofpuzzlingherpoorlittlehead
about questions that were much too difcult for her to understand!
He had lent her books. KARL MARX, THE COMING REVOLU
TION.The initialsB.M., B.M.,B.M., recurred repeatedly.But why
neverthefullname?Therewasaninformality,anintimacyintheuse
of initials that was very unlikeAngela. Had she
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