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our story today is called the last leaf
it was written by o henry here is
barbara klein with the story
many artists lived in the greenwich
village area of new york
two young women named sue and johnsy
shared a studio apartment at the top of
a three-story building
johnsy's real name was joanna
in november
a cold unseen stranger came to visit the
city
this disease pneumonia
killed many people
johnsy lay on her bed
hardly moving
she looked through the small window
she could see the side of the brick
house
next to her building
one morning a doctor examined johnsy and
took her temperature
then he spoke with sue in another room
she has one chance in
let us say ten
he said
and that chance is for her to want to
live
your friend has made up her mind that
she is not going to get well
has she anything on her mind
she
she wanted to paint the bay of naples in
italy someday
said sue
paint
said the doctor bosh
has she anything on her mind worth
thinking twice
a
man for example
a man
said sue
is a man worth
but no doctor there is nothing of the
kind
i will do all that science can do
said the doctor
but whenever my patient begins to count
the carriages at her funeral
i take away 50 percent from the curative
power of medicines
after the doctor had gone
sue went into the work room and cried
then
she went to johnsy's room with her
drawing board whistling ragtime
john c lay with her face toward the
window
sue stopped whistling thinking she was
asleep
she began making a pen and ink drawing
for a story in a magazine
young artists must work their way to art
by making pictures for magazine stories
sue heard a low sound
several times repeated
she went quickly to the bedside
johnsy's eyes were open wide
she was looking out the window and
counting
counting backward
12
she said
and a little later
eleven
and then
ten
and
nine
and then eight and seven
almost together
sue
looked out the window
what was there to count
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 halfway 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 john c 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 needn't 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 two
john c dear said sue will you promise me
to keep your eyes closed and not look
out the window until i'm done working
i must hand those drawings in 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 mr bearman up to be my model
for my drawing of an old miner
don't try to move until i come back
old bearman was a painter who lived on
the ground floor of the apartment
building
bearman was a failure in art
for years he had always been planning to
paint a work of art
but had never yet begun it
he earned a little money by serving as a
model to artists who could not pay for a
professional model
he was a fierce little old man who
protected the two young women in the
studio apartment above him
sue found bearman in his room
in one area was a blank canvas that had
been waiting 25 years for the first line
of paint
sue told him about johnsy
and how she feared that her friend would
float away like a leaf
old bearman was angered at such an idea
are there people in the world with the
foolishness to die because leaves drop
off a vine
why do you let that silly business come
in her brain
she she is very sick and weak said sue
and the disease has left her mind full
of strange ideas
this is not any place in which one so
good as miss johnsy shall lie sick
yelled bearman
someday i will paint a masterpiece and
we shall all go away
john c was sleeping when they went
upstairs
sue pulled the shade down to cover the
window
she and bearman went into the other room
they looked out a window fearfully at
the ivy vine
then
they looked at each other without
speaking
a cold rain was falling mixed with snow
bearman sat
and posed as the miner
the next morning sue awoke after an
hour's sleep
she found johnsy with wide open eyes
staring at the covered window
pull up the shade i want to see
she ordered quietly
sue obeyed
after the beating rain and fierce wind
that blew through the night
there yet stood against the wall one ivy
leaf
it was the last one on the vine
it was still dark green at the center
but its edges were colored with the
yellow
it hung bravely from the branch about
seven meters above the ground
it is the last one
said john c
i thought it would surely fall during
the night
i heard the wind
it will fall today
and i shall die at the same time
dear dear said sue
leaning her worn face toward the bed
think of me
if you won't think of yourself
what would i do
but johnsy did not answer
the next morning when it was light
john c demanded that the window shade be
raised
the ivy leaf was still there
john c lay for a long time
looking at it
and then she called to sue
who was preparing chicken soup
i've been a bad girl
said johnsy
something has made that last leaf stay
there
to show me how bad i was
it is wrong to want to die
you may bring me a little soup now
an hour later she said
someday
i hope to paint the bay of naples
later in the day the doctor came
and sue talked to him in the hallway
even chances
said the doctor
with good care you'll win
and now i must see another case i have
in your building
bearman his name is
some kind of an artist i believe
pneumonia too
he is an old weak man and his case is
severe
there's no hope for him
but he goes to the hospital today to
ease his pain
the next day the doctor said to sue
she's out of danger
you won
nutrition and care now
that's all
later that day
sue came to the bed where john c lay
and put one arm around her
i have something to tell you white mouse
she said
mr bearman died of pneumonia today in
the hospital
he was sick only two days
they found him the morning of the first
day in his room downstairs helpless with
pain
his shoes and clothing were completely
wet
and icy cold
they could not imagine where he had been
on such a terrible night
and then
they found a lantern
still lighted and they found a ladder
that had been moved from its place
and art supplies and a painting board
with green and yellow colors mixed on it
and look out the window dear
at the last ivy leaf on the wall
didn't you wonder why it never moved
when the wind blew
oh darling
it is bearman's masterpiece
he painted it there the night
that the last leaf
fell
you have heard the story the last leaf
by o'henry
your storyteller was barbara klein
this story was adapted by shelley
gullist and produced by lawan davis
i'm faith lapidus
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我们今天的故事被称为最后一片叶子
它是欧亨利写的 这里是芭芭拉克莱恩
讲述了
许多艺术家住在
纽约格林威治村地区的故事
两位名叫苏和约翰西的年轻女性
在山顶合租了一间工作室公寓
一栋三层楼
约翰西的真名是
乔安娜 十一月
一个冷漠的陌生人来到
这座城市
这种疾病肺炎
杀死了很多人
约翰西躺在她的床上一
动不动
她透过小窗户看着
她可以看到旁边砖房的侧面
一天早上，一位医生在她的大楼里
检查了约翰西并量
了她的体温，
然后他在另一个房间与苏交谈，
她有一次机会
让我们说十次，
他说
，那个机会是她想
活下去
你的朋友已经下定决心
她不会好起来
的 她有什么想法吗
她想画意大利那不勒斯湾
有一天
说 苏
油漆
说波什
医生 她有什么值得
思考的事情
例如
一个男人两次，一个男人
说苏
是一个值得的男人，
但没有医生没有
那种
我会尽科学所能做的事情
，医生说，
但每当我的病人开始数
她葬礼上的车厢时，
我会拿走 50% 医生走后
，由于药物的疗效，
苏进工作室哭了起来，
然后
她拿着画板去约翰西的房间
吹口哨，拉格泰姆·
约翰 C 脸对着窗户躺着，
苏停止吹口哨，以为她
睡着了，
她开始做
为杂志上的故事画笔墨画
年轻艺术家必须
通过为杂志故事制作图片来走上艺术之路
苏听到低声
重复了好几次
她迅速走到床边 然后
倒数
12
她
说，过了一会儿，
十一
，然后是
十
和
九
，然后是八和七，
几乎在一起
苏
看着
窗外 再数一数
，只有一个空院子，
七米开外的房子空荡荡的一面，
一根根部腐烂的老常春藤
爬上半壁墙
，秋天的冷气已经
从植物上夺走了叶子，直到它的树枝
几乎光秃秃的
挂着 在
砖头上，亲爱的
问苏
六
说，约翰 c 悄悄地说，
他们现在下落得更快，
三天前有将近
一百个
，数得我头疼，
但现在
很容易
再有一个
，现在只剩下五个了
五 亲爱的问苏
最后一棵落下时叶子在植物上
我也必须去
我知道三天
没有医生告诉你
哦我从来没有听说过这样的事情说
苏有老常春藤叶子怎么办 随着你的
康复
，你曾经爱过那棵葡萄树，
别傻了，
为什么今天早上医生告诉我，
你很快就会康复的机会是真的
让我们看看他说的是什么他说
的机会是十比一
尝试吃一些 现在
和汤 让我回去画我的画，这样我
就可以把它卖给杂志，
为我们买食物和酒，
你不需要再喝酒了，
约翰西说，
眼睛盯着窗外，
还有一个，
不，
我不想要
只剩下四个的汤
我想在天黑之前看到最后一个掉下来
然后
我去两个 明天必须交出那些图纸
你一完成就告诉我
约翰西
闭上眼睛 躺在
白色的雕像 像一尊倒下的雕像
我想看到最后一个倒下
我厌倦了等待
我厌倦了
思考 想放开我对
一切的控制
，
像那些可怜的疲惫的叶子一样向下航行
试着睡觉 苏说，
我必须叫贝尔曼先生做我的模型，
为我画一个老矿工
不要试图移动，直到 我回来了
老熊人是住
在公寓一楼的画家
建造
Bearman 多年来一直是艺术上的失败
他一直计划
画一件艺术品
但从未开始
凶猛的小老头在
他上方的工作室公寓里保护了两个年轻女人，
苏在他房间
的一个区域发现熊人是一张
已经等了 25 年的第一
道油漆的空白画布，
苏告诉他关于约翰西的事情
以及她是如何害怕的 她的朋友会
像树叶一样
飘走 老熊被这种想法激怒
了世界上是否有人
愚蠢地因为树叶掉下来而死
苏虚弱地说
，病魔让她的脑海里充满
了奇怪的想法，
这不是任何一个
像约翰西小姐这样优秀的人会生病的
地方
他们上楼时c正在睡觉
苏拉下窗帘遮住
窗户
她和熊人走进另一个房间
他们恐惧地看着窗外
的常春藤藤
然后
他们互相看着对方不
说话 冷雨夹着雪
第二天早上，熊坐在矿工的样子，苏醒了一个小时后，
她发现约翰西睁大眼睛
盯着被遮盖的窗户
拉起窗帘，我想看到
她安静地命令
苏
在暴雨和狂风吹过之后服从
了 整夜
有一片常春藤叶子靠在墙上
它是藤蔓上的最后一叶
它的中心仍然是深绿色的，
但它的边缘被染上了
黄色
它勇敢地挂
在离地面约七米的树枝
上 最后一个
说 john
ci 认为它肯定会在夜间坠落
我听到风
今天它会坠落
我将同时死去
亲爱的 亲爱的 苏
靠着她疲惫的脸说 走到床边
想想我，
如果你不考虑自己，
我会怎么做，
但
第二天早上天亮时约翰西没有回答
约翰 c 要求拉起窗帘
常春藤叶还在那儿
约翰 c 躺了一会儿 看了好久
然后她打电话
给正在准备鸡汤的苏
我一直是个坏女孩
说约翰西
有些东西让最后一片叶子留在那里
向我展示我有多糟糕
想要死是错误的
你可能会带来 我现在喝点汤
一个小时后她说
有一天
我希望能
在那天晚些时候画那不勒斯湾 医生来了
，苏在走廊里和他说话，
甚至机会
说
医生小心你会赢
，现在我必须 看看我
在你楼里
的另一个案例 医生说要起诉的那一天，
她不在了
你赢得了
营养和护理
，这一切都
过去了，那天晚些时候，
苏来到约翰 C 躺着的床上
，一只胳膊搂着她，
我有话要告诉你白老鼠，
她说
熊先生今天在医院死于肺炎，
他只是生病了 两天
后，第一天早上，他们
在楼下的房间里发现他因
疼痛
而无助，他的鞋子和衣服都
湿透了
，冰冷，
他们无法想象
在如此可怕的夜晚他在哪里
，然后
他们发现一盏灯
还亮着， 他们找到了一个
从原处搬走的梯子
和美术用品，还有一块
绿黄相间的画板，
然后看着窗外亲爱
的墙上最后一片常春藤叶子，
你不奇怪为什么它从来没有移动
过 风在吹
哦，亲爱的，
这是熊人的杰作，
他
在最后一片叶子落下的那个晚上画了它，
你听过这个故事，最后一片叶子
作者是欧亨利，
你的说书人是芭芭拉·克莱因，
这个故事是改编的 由 shelley
gullist 制作，lawan davis 制作，
我是信仰 lapidus
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