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№13. Below is the beginning of the story by F.S.Fitzerald (first published in Saturday Evening Post (March 15>th, 1924) «Gretchen’s Forty Winks»
Pre- reading questions:
– The story was written in the US in the times of roaring twenties. That were the years of the deepest Depression in the USA. At such economic downfall the situation at the job market is difficult. What do you think the ways to survive are?
– What do you think the story is going to be about?
– Look at the highlighted words. Consult the dictionary if necessary to check the meaning of them.
F.S.Fitzgerald
«Gretchen’s Forty Winks»
The sidewalks were scratched with brittle leaves, and the bad little boy next door froze his tongue to the iron mail-box. Snow before night, sure. Autumn was over. This, of course, raised the coal question and the Christmas question; but Roger Halsey, standing on his own front porch, assured the dead suburban sky that he hadn’t time for worrying about the weather. Then he let himself hurriedly into the house, and shut the subject out into the cold twilight.
The hall was dark, but from above he heard the voices of his wife and the nursemaid and the baby in one of their interminable conversations, which consisted chiefly of «Don’t!» and «Look out, Maxy!» and «Oh, there he goes!» punctuated by wild threats and vague bumpings and the recurrent sound of small, venturing feet.
Roger turned on the hall-light and walked into the living-room and turned on the red silk lamp. He put his bulging portfolio on the table, and sitting down rested his intense young face in his hand for a few minutes, shading his eyes carefully from the light. Then he lit a cigarette, squashed it out, and going to the foot of the stairs called for his wife.
«Gretchen!»
«Hello, dear.» Her voice was full of laughter. «Come see baby.»
He swore softly.
«I can’t see baby now,» he said aloud. «How long ’fore you’ll be down?»
There was a mysterious pause, and then a succession of «Don’ts’ and «Look outs, Maxy’ evidently meant to avert some threatened catastrophe.
«How long ’fore you’ll be down?» repeated Roger, slightly irritated.