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The Last Leaf – Part 2
There was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. An old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks.
“What is it, dear?” asked Sue.
“Six,” said Johnsy, quietly. “They’re falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head hurt to count them. But now it’s easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now.”
“Five what, dear?” asked Sue.
“Leaves. On the plant. When the last one falls I must go, too. I’ve known that for three days. Didn’t the doctor tell you?”
“Oh, I never heard of such a thing,” said Sue. “What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine. Don’t be silly. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were — let’s see exactly what he said – he said the chances were ten to one! Try to eat some soup now. And, let me go back to my drawing, so I can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us.”
“You don’t need get any more wine,” said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. “There goes another one. No, I don’t want any soup. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I’ll go, too.”
“Johnsy, dear,” said Sue, “will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand in those drawings by tomorrow.”
“Tell me as soon as you have finished,” said Johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. “I want to see the last one fall. I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves.”
“Try to sleep,” said Sue. “I must call Mister Behrman up to be my model for my drawing of an old miner. Don’t try to move until I come back.”
(By O. Henry)
Ivy vine گیاه پیچک
faster سریع تر
left باقی مانده
Silly نادان, احمق
get dark (تاریک شدن (هوا
Hand in تحویل دادن