Синяя птица / The blue Bird. Уровень 1

Синяя птица / The blue Bird. Уровень 1
Морис Метерлинк

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Морис Метерлинк – бельгийский поэт, драматург и философ, имя которого связывают прежде всего с пьесой «Синяя птица». Она повествует о брате и сестре, которые отправляются на поиски синей птицы, а вместо нее находят истинный смысл счастья.

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Морис Метерлинк

Синяя птица / The blue Bird. Уровень 1

Maurice Maeterlinck

The Blue Bird

© Матвеев С. А., адаптация текста

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1. A Wood-Cutter’s Cottage

A wood-cutter’s cottage, simple and rustic. A fireplace, kitchen utensils, a cupboard, a bread-pan[1 - bread-pan – квашня], a grandfather’s clock, a spinning-wheel, a water-tap. On a table, a lamp. A Dog and a Cat are sleeping at the foot of the cupboard. Between them stands a large blue-and-white sugar-loaf[2 - sugar-loaf – сахарная голова]. On the wall hangs a round cage with a turtle-dove[3 - turtle-dove – горлица]. At the back, two windows, with closed shutters. Under one of the windows, a stool. On the left is the front door, with a big latch. On the right, another door. A ladder to a loft. On the right also are two little children’s cots, at the head of which are two chains, with clothes on them. Tyltyl and Mytyl are sleeping in their cots, Mummy Tyl leans over them, and watches them for a moment. Then she goes out.

The lamp on the table lights. The two children wake and sit up in bed.

Tyltyl. Mytyl?

Mytyl. Tyltyl?

Tyltyl. Are you sleeping?

Mytyl. And you?

Tyltyl. No; how can I sleep when I’m talking to you?

Mytyl. Is this Christmas Day?

Tyltyl. Not yet; not till tomorrow. But Father Christmas won’t bring us anything this year.

Mytyl. Why not?

Tyltyl. Mummy says that she can’t go to town to tell him. But he will come next year. He will come to the rich children tonight.

Mytyl. Really?

Tyltyl. Of course. I have an idea!

Mytyl. What?

Tyltyl. Let’s get up!

Mytyl. But we mustn’t.

Tyltyl. Why, there’s no one about. Do you see the shutters?

Mytyl. Oh, how bright they are!

Tyltyl. It’s the Christmas-tree of the rich children. Let’s open the shutters.

Mytyl. Can we?

Tyltyl. Of course; no one will stop us. Do you hear the music? Let us get up!

The two children get up, run to one of the windows, and throw back the shutters. A bright light fills the room.

Tyltyl. We can see everything!

Mytyl. I can’t.

Tyltyl. It’s snowing! There are two carriages, with six horses each!

Mytyl. And twelve little boys!

Tyltyl. How silly you are! They’re little girls.

Mytyl. They’ve got trousers.

Tyltyl. What do you know? Don’t push so!

Mytyl. I never touched you.

Tyltyl. I see the tree!

Mytyl. What tree?

Tyltyl. The Christmas-tree! Lots and lots of lights!

Mytyl. What are those people doing? They are making such a noise.

Tyltyl. They’re the musicians.

Mytyl. Are they angry?

Tyltyl. No; but they work hard.

Mytyl. Another carriage with white horses!