Mrtin Eden / Мартин Иден (в сокращении). Книга для чтения на английском языке

The young man opened the door with a latch-key and went in, followed by another young fellow who awkwardly took off his cap. He did not know what to do with it and was stuffing it into his coat-pocket, when the other took it from him. The act was done quietly and naturally, and the awkward young fellow appreciated it. “He understands,” was his thought.

He walked at his companion’s heels. The wide rooms seemed too narrow for his rolling gait, and he was in terror lest his broad shoulders should collide with the doorways. He watched the easy walk of the young man in front of him, and for the first time realized that his walk was different from that of other men. He experienced a momentary pang of shame that he should walk so uncouthly. The sweat burst through the skin of his forehead in tiny beads, and he paused and mopped his bronzed face with his handkerchief.

His companion tried to reassure him. “You mustn’t be frightened at us,” he said. “We’re just homely people. Hello, there’s a letter for me!”

He stepped back to a table piled with books and began to read his letter giving the stranger an opportunity to recover himself. And the stranger understood and appreciated. He glanced about him with a controlled face, though in the eyes there was an expression such as wild animals betray when they fear the trap. He was surrounded by the unknown, ignorant of what he should do, aware that he walked and bore himself awkwardly. He cursed himself for having come, and at the same time resolved that, happen what would, having come, he would carry it through. He looked about more unconcernedly, every detail of the pretty interior registering itself on his brain. He was responsive to beauty, and here was cause to respond.

An oil-painting caught and held him. There was beauty, it drew him irresistibly. He forgot his awkward walk and came closer to the painting – very close. The beauty faded out of the canvas. His face expressed his astonishment. He stared at what seemed a careless daub of paint, then stepped away. Immediately all the beauty flashed back into the canvas. “A trick picture,” was his thought. He did not know painting. He had been brought up on chromos and lithographs that were always definite and sharp, near or far. He had seen oil-paintings, it was true, in the show-windows of shops, but the glass of the windows had prevented his eager eyes from approaching too near.

He glanced around at his friend reading the letter, and saw the books on the table. He looked at them as a starving man would look at food. Approaching the table he glanced at the titles of the books and the authors’ names, read fragments of text, caressing the volumes with his eyes and hands. He took up a volume of poetry and began reading steadily, forgetful of where he was, his face glowing. He did not notice that a young woman had entered the room. The first he knew was when he heard Arthur’s voice saying:

“Ruth, this is Mr. Eden.”

The book was closed on his forefinger, and before he turned he was thrilling to the new impression, which was not of the girl, but of her brother’s words. “Mister Eden” was what he had thrilled to – he who had been called “Eden,” or “Martin Eden,” or just “Martin,” all his life.

And then he turned and saw the girl. She was a pale, ethereal creature, with wide, spiritual blue eyes, and golden hair. He did not know how she was dressed, except that the dress was as wonderful as she. He compared her to a pale gold flower upon a slender stem. No, she was a spirit, a divinity, a goddess; such beauty was not of the earth. Or perhaps the books were right, and there were many such as she in the upper walks of life.

“Won’t you sit down, Mr. Eden?” the girl said. “I have been looking forward to meeting you ever since Arthur told us. It was brave of you —”

He muttered that it was nothing at all what he had done, and that any fellow would have done it. She noticed that his hands were covered with fresh abrasions in the process of healing. Also, with quick, critical eyes, she noticed a scar on his cheek and another on his neck. Likewise her feminine eye took in the cheap clothes he wore. He sat down gingerly on the edge of the chair, greatly worried by his hands. They were in the way wherever he put them. Arthur was leaving the room, and Martin Eden felt lost, alone there in the room with that pale girl.

“You have such a scar on your neck, Mr. Eden,” the girl was saying. “How did it happen? I am sure it must have been some adventure.”

“A Mexican with a knife, miss,” he answered, moistening his parched lips and clearing his throat. “It was just a fight. After I got the knife away, he tried to bite off my nose.”

“Oh!” the girl said in a faint far voice, and he noticed the shock in her sensitive face.

He felt a shock himself, and a blush of embarrassment shone faintly on his sunburned cheeks. People in the books, in her walks of life, did not talk about such things – perhaps they did not know about them either.

There was a brief pause in the conversation they were trying to get started, then she asked about the scar on his cheek.

“It was just an accident,” he said, putting his hand to his cheek.

“Oh!” she said, this time with an accent of comprehension.

Then noticing the book he had been reading she began to talk quickly and easily upon the subject of poetry. He felt better, and settled back slightly from the edge of the chair, holding tightly to its arms with his hands. He listened to her thinking: here was intellectual life and here was beauty, warm and wonderful, as he had never dreamed it could be. He forgot himself and stared at her with hungry eyes. Here was something to live for, to win, to fight for and die for. The books were true. There were such women in the world. She was one of them. But he could not express what he felt. Well, he decided, it was up to him to get acquainted in this new world. It was time for him to want to learn to talk the things that were inside of him, so that she could understand.

“Now, Longfellow…” she was saying.

“Yes, I’ve read ’m,” he interrupted, wishing to show her that he was not wholly a stupid clod. “The Psalm of Life, Excelsior, an’… I guess that’s all.”

She nodded and smiled, and he felt somehow that her smile was tolerant – pitifully tolerant.

“Excuse me, miss, I guess the real fact is that I don’t know nothin’ much about such things. How did you learn all this you’ve ben talkin’?”

“By going to school, I fancy, and by studying,” she answered.

“I went to school when I was a kid,” he began.

“Yes; but I mean high school, and lectures, and the University.”

“You’ve gone to the University?” he demanded, in frank amazement. He felt that she had become remoter from him by at least a million miles.

“I’m going there now. I’m taking special courses in English.”

“How long would I have to study before I could go to the University?” he asked.

“That depends upon how much studying you have already done,” she answered. “You have never attended high school? Of course not. But did you finish grammar-school?”

“I had two years to run when I left,” he answered. “But I was always honourably promoted at school.”

The next moment he felt angry with himself for the boast. At the same moment he became aware that a woman was entering the room. He saw the girl leave her chair and trip swiftly across the floor to the new-comer. That must be her mother, he thought. She was a tall, blonde woman, slender, and stately, and beautiful. He knew that he must stand up to be introduced, and he struggled painfully to his feet, his face set hard for the impending ordeal.

In the dining-room he was seated alongside of Her.

He glanced around the table. Opposite him was Arthur, and Arthur’s brother, Norman. They were her brothers, he reminded himself and his heart warmed toward them. How they loved each other, the members of this family! He had starved for love all his life. His nature craved love. It was an organic demand of his being.

He was glad that Mr. Morse was not there. It was difficult enough getting acquainted with her and her mother, and her brother Norman. Arthur he already knew somewhat. The father would have been too much for him, he felt sure. It seemed to him that he had never worked so hard in his life. He had to eat as he had never eaten before, to glance about and learn just what knife or fork was to be used in any particular occasion. Then he had to talk, to hear what was said to him, to answer, when it was necessary.

During the first part of the dinner he was very quiet. He kept himself in the background, listening, observing, replying in reticent monosyllables, saying, “Yes, miss,” and “No, miss,” to her; and “Yes, ma’am,” and “No, ma’am,” to her mother. He curbed the impulse to say, “Yes, sir,” and “No, sir,” to her brother. He felt that it would be a confession of inferiority on his part.

“By God!” he cried to himself once, “I’m just as good as they are, and if they do know many things that I don’t, I could teach them a few myself, all the same!” And the next moment, when she or her mother addressed him as “Mr. Eden,” his aggressive pride was forgotten. He was a civilized man, shoulder to shoulder, at dinner, with people he had read about in books.

“It was brave of you to help Arthur the way you did – and you a stranger,” Ruth said tactfully, aware of his discomfiture.

“It wasn’t nothin’ at all,” he said. “Any guy ’ud do it for another.” He paused, and Arthur took up the tale,for the twentieth time, of his adventure with the drunken hoodlums on the ferry-boat, and of how Martin Eden had rushed in and rescued him.

Later, at the piano, Ruth played for him. He did not understand the music she played. It was different from the dance-hall pianobanging bands he had heard, but he was remarkably susceptible to music.

Glancing at him across her shoulder Ruth saw that his face was a transfigured face, with great shining eyes that gazed beyond the veil of sound. She was startled. The raw, stumbling lout was gone. The ill-fitting clothes, battered hands, and sunburned face remained; but these seemed to be prison bars through which she saw a great soul looking forth.

Later he was saying good-bye to her.

“The greatest time of my life. You see, I ain’t used to things…” He looked about him helplessly. “To people and houses like this. It’s all new to me, and I like it.”

“I hope you’ll call again,” she said, as he was saying good night to her brothers.

He pulled on his cap, pushed clumsily through the doorway, and was gone.

Exercises

1. Listen to the chapter with books closed and mark the sentences T(true), F (false), NI (no information).

1. Martin felt rather embarrassed.

2. Martin was very surprised when he saw piles of books on the table.

3. Martin was not thrilled having heard his name Mr. Eden.

4. The girl looked very common.

5. Ruth was looking forward to meeting Eden.

6. Martin felt lost alone with Ruth.

7. Martin did not comprehend Ruth’s ideas about poetry.

8. Martin understood poetry very well.

9. Martin was upset that Mr. Morse had not come.

10. Martin liked the music Ruth played for him.

2. Learn the words from the text:

awkward, appreciate, momentary, reassure, glance, betray, irresistible, astonishment, stare, forgetful, mutter, faint, embarrassment, comprehension, tolerant, fancy, promote, ordeal, confession, rescue.

3. Complete the sentences using the words from the text. Make the changes where necessary.

1. I nearly died of .......... when he said that.

2. He was offered money to .......... his colleagues.

3. The more she tried to get out of the situation the more .......... it began.

4. The students looked at me without .......... .

5. I .......... something about the necessity to get back to work.

6. He .......... with .......... at the stranger.

7. She .......... round to see if there was anyone that she knew.

8. She has been very .......... in recent years.

9. He .......... a child from the fire.

10. They have suffered a terrible .......... .

4. Choose a word to match the following definitions.

1) able to accept what other people say or do even if you do not agree with it

2) to want something or want to do something

3) a feeling of being nervous or ashamed because of what people know or think about you

4) to understand how good or useful someone or something is

5) a feeling of very great surprise

6) the ability to understand

7) lasting for a very short period of time

8) to speak or say something in a quiet voice that is difficult to hear

9) to make someone feel calmer or less emotional or frightened about a problem or situation

5. Find in the text the English equivalents for:

держаться в тени, изящная обстановка, походка вразвалку, освоиться в новом месте, широкие плечи, стремиться что-либо сделать, неуклюжая походка, высшие круги общества, опасаться ловушки, новое ощущение, вытерпеть все, приковывать внимание.

6. Find the words in the text for which the following are synonyms:

amazement, suffering, absent-minded, understanding, feel like, gaze, justification, mumble, clumsy.

7. Say the following statements in your own words.

1. He was in terror lest his broad shoulders collided with the doorways.

2. Every detail of the pretty interior registered itself on his brain.

3. An oil-painting caught and held him.

4. He was thrilling to his new impression.

5. It was up to him to get acquainted in this new world.

6. It was an organic demand of his being.

7. He kept himself in the background.

8. He was remarkably susceptible to music.

8. Explain and expand on the following.

1. Martin felt awkward when he entered his friend’s place.

2. Martin’s companion tried to assure him.

3. Martin was astonished looking at an oil-painting.

4. Martin’s soul strove for everything beautiful.

5. Ruth’s appearance excited him deeply.

6. Ruth was worried by Martin’s hands and scar.

7. Martin was glad that Mr. Morse was not in the dining-room.

8. Ruth behaved tactfully at dinner.

9. Ruth was startled.

9. Answer the following questions.

1. Why did Martin feel awkward when he went in?

2. What impression did an oil-painting produce on Martin?

3. Why did he not pay attention to Ruth having entered the room?

4. Whom did Martin compare Ruth with? Why?

5. What did Ruth notice?

6. What did Ruth ask Martin to tell her about?

7. What was Martin thinking about while talking to Ruth?

8. Was Martin glad that Mr. Morse was not there? Why?

9. Why was Martin quiet during the first part of the dinner?

10. Why was Ruth startled?

10. Correct the statements.

1. Martin was accustomed to such places as Arthur’s home.

2. Martin was a habitué of the art galleries.

3. Martin was not fond of reading, especially poetry.

4. Ruth did not impress Martin a bit.

5. They spoke about Ruth.

6. Martin was not going to get acquainted in this new world.

7. Martin was very vivacious during the first part of the dinner.

8. He understood and liked the music Ruth was playing though he was not susceptible to music.

11. Develop the following statement.

1. Arthur gave Martin an opportunity to recover himself.

2. An oil-painting caught and held Martin.

3. Martin looked at books as a starving man would look at food.

4. Martin was thrilling to the new impression.

5. Martin felt a shock looking at Ruth.

6. Martin felt himself angry for the boast.

7. During the first part of the dinner Martin was very quiet.

8. Martin was a brave man.

9. Ruth was glancing at Martin across her shoulder.

12. Retell the chapter for the persons of Martin Eden, Ruth, Mrs. Morse, Arthur.

Martin awoke next morning from rosy scenes of dream to a steamy atmosphere that smelled of soapsuds and dirty clothes. As he came out of his room he heard the splash of water, a sharp exclamation, and a resounding smack as his sister Gertrude visited her irritation upon one of her numerous progeny. The squall of the child went through him like a knife. He was aware that the whole thing, the very air he breathed, was repulsive and mean. How different, he thought, from the atmosphere of beauty and repose of the house wherein Ruth dwelt.

“Come here, Alfred,” he called to the crying child, at the same time thrusting his hand into his trousers pocket. He put a quarter in the youngster’s hand, and held him in his arms a moment, soothing his sobs. “Now run along and get some candy, and don’t forget to give some to your brothers and sisters.”

His sister lifted a flushed face from the wash-tub and looked at him.

“A nickel would have been enough,” she said. “It’s just like you, no idea of the value of money. The child’ll eat himself sick.”

“That’s all right, Sis,” he answered jovially. “My money will take care of itself. If you weren’t so busy I’d kiss you.”

He wanted to be affectionate to this sister, who was good, and who, in her way, he knew loved him. But the hard work, the many children, and the nagging of her husband had changed her.

“Go along an’ get your breakfast,” she said roughly, though secretly pleased. He had always been her favourite.

Martin had his breakfast in the kitchen, then went downstairs and out into the street, breathing great breaths of air.

He decided to visit the Oakland Library, because Ruth lived in Oakland. Who could tell? A library was a most likely place for her, and he might see her there. He did not know the way of libraries, and he wandered through endless rows of books. He had heard of book philosophy, but had not imagined there had been so much written about it. He found books on trigonometry in the mathematics section, and ran through the pages staring at the meaningless formulas and figures. From every side the books seemed to press upon him and crush him. He had never dreamed that the fund of human knowledge bulked so big. He was frightened. How could his brain ever master it all? Later, he remembered that there were other men, many men, who had mastered it; and he swore that his brain could do what theirs had done. No more of the sea for him. There was power in all that wealth of books, and if he would do great things he must do them on the land.

Noon came, and afternoon. He forgot to eat, and searched for the books on etiquette; for his mind was troubled by a simple and very concrete problem. When you meet a young lady, and she asks you to call, how soon can you call? But he sought vainly for the answer. He abandoned his search. He had not found what he wanted though he had discovered that he would have to learn how to be polite.

“Did you find what you wanted?” the man at the desk asked him as he was leaving.

“Yes, sir,” he answered. “You have a fine library here.”

The man nodded. “We should be glad to see you here often. Are you a sailor?”

“Yes, sir,” he answered. “And I’ll come again.”

“Now how did he know that?” he asked himself, as he went down the stairs.

Martin spent long hours in the Oakland and Berkeley Libraries, and made out application blanks for membership for himself, his sisters Gertrude and Marian, and Jim, his sister’s boarder, the latter’s consent being obtained at the expense of several glasses of beer. With four cards permitting him to draw books, he burned the gas late in the servant’s room, and was charged fifty cents a week for it by Mr. Higginbotham, his sister’s husband.

He bought a dictionary and many different books.

He dared not go near Ruth’s neighbourhood in the daytime, but night found him lurking like a thief around the Morse home, stealing glimpses at the windows. One afternoon he saw her mother coming out of a bank, and received another proof of the enormous distance that separated Ruth from him. She was of the class that dealt with banks. He had never been inside a bank in his life, and he had an idea that such institutions were frequented only by the very rich and the very powerful.

In one way he had undergone a moral revolution. He must be clean if he wished to be worthy of breathing the same air with Ruth. He washed his teeth, and scrubbed his hands with a kitchen scrub-brush, till he saw a nail-brush in a drug-store window. He swiftly noted the difference between the baggy knees of the trousers worn by the working-class, and the straight line from knee to foot of those worn by the men above the working-class. Also, he learned the reason why, and invaded his sister’s kitchen in search of irons and ironing-board. He had misadventure at first, hopelessly burning one pair and buying another with what little money he still had.

But the reform went deeper than mere outward appearance. He still smoked, but he drank no more. Up to that time, drinking had seemed to him the proper thing for men to do, and he had prided himself on his strong head. But now the need for strong drink had vanished. He was drunken in new and more profound ways – with Ruth, who had fired him with love, with books and with the sense of personal cleanliness.

Exercises

1. Listen to the chapter with your book closed and put the statements in the correct order.

1. Martin spent hours on end in the servant’s room reading.

2. The books in the library pressed upon Martin and crushed him.

3. Martin’s dwelling differed much from Ruth’s home.

4. Ruth had fired with love.

5. Martin liked his sister and nephew.

6. Martin did not exactly know how to behave in the company of such a girl as Ruth was.

7. Martin thought the library was a most lovely place for Ruth.

2. Learn the words from the text:

exclamation, irritation, aware, repulsive, mean, soothe, value, affectionate, crush, swear, vain, abandon, consent, obtain, dare, undergo, misadventure, vanish.

3. Complete the sentences using the words from the text. Make the changes where necessary.

1. He did not .......... say what he thought.

2. The newspaper reports of scandals are a constant source of .......... for the president.

3. The magician .......... in a puff of smoke.

4. They are .......... of dangers.

5. His mother .......... abandoned him when he was five years old.

6. What a .......... man.

7. The winner will receive a prize to the .......... of 10,000.

8. Don’t be so .......... to your little brother.

9. She was doing her best to .......... her crying baby.

4. Choose a word to match the following definitions.

1) to disappear suddenly

2) something that you say suddenly loudly

3) to experience something

4) a feeling of being annoyed or impatient

5) showing caring feelings and love for somebody

6) knowing about a situation or a fact

7) the amount of money that is something worth

8) very unpleasant

9) to make somebody who feels upset fell calmer

10) cruel or unkind

5. Find in the text the English equivalents for:

самый замечательный день в жизни, выместить свою досаду, библиотечные порядки, запас человеческих знаний, заполнить бланки, получить согласие, глядеть украдкой, в известном смысле, до этого времени, зажечь чувство любви.

6. Find the words in the text for which the following are synonyms:

suffer, declare, futile, permission, accident, break, offensive, annoyance, disappear, calm.

7. Say the following statements in your own words.

1. His sister visited her irritation upon one of her numerous progeny.

2. He was aware that the whole thing was repulsive and mean.