Hemingway, Ernest (1899-1961): a prominent American novelist and short-story writer. He began to write fiction about 1923, his first books being the reflection of his war experience. "The Sun Also Rises" (1926) belongs to this period as well as "A Farewell to Arms" (1929) in which the antiwar protest is particularly powerful.

During the Civil War Hemingway visited Spain as a war correspondent. His impressions of the period and his sympathies with the Republicans found reflection in his famous play "The Fifth Column" (1937), the novel "For Whom the Bell Tolls" (1940) and a number of short stories.

His later works are "Across the River and into the Trees" (1950) and "The Old Man and the Sea" (1952) and the very last novel "Islands in the Stream" (1970) published after the author"s death. In 1954 he was awarded a Nobel Prize for literature.

Hemingway"s manner is characterized by deep psychological insight into the human nature. He early established himself as the master of a new style: laconic and somewhat dry.

He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move. "What"s the matter, Schatz?"

"I"ve got a headache."

"You"d better go back to bed."

"No, I"m all right."

"You go to bed. I"ll see you when I"m dressed."

But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.

"You go up to bed," I said, "you"re sick."

"I"m all right," he said.

When the doctor came he took the boy"s temperature.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"One hundred and two."

Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored capsules with instructions for giving them. One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative, the third to overcome an acid condition. The germs of influenza can only exist in an acid condition, he explained. He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees. This was a light epidemic of flu and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia.

Back in the room I wrote the boy"s temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules.

"Do you want me to read to you?"

"All right, if you want to," said the boy. His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes. He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached from what was going on.

I read aloud from Howard Pyle"s Book of Pirates, but I could see he was not following what I was reading.

"How do you feel, Schatz?" I asked him.

"Just the same, so far," he said.

I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely.

"Why don"t you try to go to sleep? I"ll wake you up for the medicine."

"I"d rather stay awake."

After a while he said to me, "You don"t have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you."

"It doesn"t bother me."

"No, I mean you don"t have to stay if it"s going to bother you."

I thought perhaps he was a little light-headed and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o"clock I went out for a while.

It was a bright, cold day, the ground covered with a sleet that had frozen so that it seemed as if all the bare trees, the bushes, the cut brush and all the grass and the bare ground had been varnished with ice. I took the young Irish setter for a little walk up the road and along a frozen creek.

At the house they said the boy had refused to let any one come into the room.

"You can"t come in," he said. "You mustn"t get what I have." I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed.

I took his temperature.

"Something like a hundred," I said. It was one hundred and two and four tenths.

"It was a hundred and two," he said.

"Your temperature is all right," I said. "It"s nothing to worry about."

"I don"t worry," he said, "but I can"t keep from thinking."

"Don"t think," I said. "Just take it easy."

"I"m taking it easy," he said and looked worried about something.

"Take this with water."

"Do you think it will do any good?"

"Of course, it will,"

I sat down and opened the Pirate Book and commenced to read but I could see he was not following, so I stopped.

"About what time do you think I"m going to die?" he asked.

"About how long will it be before I die?"

"You aren"t going to die. What"s the matter with you?"

"Oh, yes, I am. I heard him say a hundred and two."

"People don"t die with a fever of one hundred and two. That"s a silly way to talk!"

"I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you can"t live with forty-four degrees. I"ve got a hundred and two."

He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o"clock in the morning.

"You poor Schatz," I said. "Poor old Schatz, it"s like miles and kilometers. You aren"t going to die. That"s a diflerent thermometer. On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal. On this kind it"s ninety-eight."

"Absolutely," I said. "It"s like miles and kilometers. You know, like how many kilometers we make when we do seventy miles in the car?"

But his gaze at the foot of the bed relaxed slowly. The hold over himself relaxed too, finally, and the next day it was very slack and he cried very easily at little things that were of no importance.

VOCABULARY NOTES

1. to shiver υi дрожать, as shiver with cold

Syn. to tremble, to shudder, to start; to tremble is the most general word; shuddering/starting is generally the result of (great) fear or disgust, е.g. He seemed perfectly calm, only a slight trembling of his voice and hands showed he was excited. Keith shuddered at the sight of the dead body. The child was shivering with cold. She started when they came in.

2. ache n (a continuous, not sharp or sudden, pain). Usually used in compounds: headache, toothache, stomachache, earache, backache , е.g. I had a bad headache yesterday. Some people have (a) bad earache when the plane is losing height. But: to have a sore throat, eye, finger , etc., е.g. I can"t speak loude?, I have a sore throat.

Syn. pain n to feel (have) a bad (sharp, slight) pain in ..., е.g. I feel a sharp pain in my right knee. My leg gives me much pain.; painful adj болезненный, тяжелый

Ant. painless , е.g. It was a painful (painless) operation.

to ache υ i/t болеть (чувствовать боль) - to be in continuous pain, e, g. My ear aches. After climbing the mountain he ached all over.

Cf .: hurt υt/i причинять боль, е.g. It hurts the eyes to look at the sun. My foot hurts (me) when I walk.

3. medicine n 1. лекарство, е.g. What medicine (s) do you take for your headaches? 2. медицина, e.g. He is fond of medicine, he wants to become a surgeon.

medical adj, е.g. He studies at a Medical Institute. He is a medical student. My medical knowledge leaves much to be desired. You"d better consult your surgeon.

4. condition n 1. состояние; to be in (a) good (bad) condition , е.g. After the thunderstorm our garden was in a terrible condition, quite a number of trees were broken. Every parcel arrived in good condition (nothing was broken or spoiled).; to be in no condition to do smth ., е.g. He is in no condition to travel. The ship was in no condition to leave harbour, He can sing very well, but tonight he is in no condition to do it, he has a sore throat.

2. условие; under good (bad) condition(s) , е.g. The unemployed live under very hard conditions.; on condition that = if , е.g. I will do it on condition that you give me the time I need.; conditional adj, е.g. Conditional sentences contain "if or its synonyms.

5. foot n (pl feet) 1. нога (ниже щиколотки, ступня), е.g. The boyjumped to his feet. A dog"s feet are called paws.; 2. фут (около) 30,5 см, pl часто без изменений, е.g. The boy was too tall for his age and he was three foot two in his shoes.; 3. подножие, нижняя часть, основание, as the foot of the mountain, at the foot of the page, the foot of the bed, е.g. This boy is at the foot of his class.

Ant. top, head , as the top of the mountain, the top (head) of the page, at the head of the bed, etc. е.g. This boy is at the head of his class.

on foot (= walking, not riding), е.g. When people are having their walking holiday they cover long distances on foot. (Cf .: by train, by bus, etc.)

footnote n сноска

6. prescribe υi прописывать лекарство, е.g. Doctor, will you prescribe a tonic for me? What can you prescribe for my headache (cold, etc.) ?

prescription n рецепт; to make up a prescription for smb., е.g. Please call in at the chemist"s and have this prescription made up for me; to write out a prescription.

7. bare adj 1. обнаженный, голый, непокрытый (usu. about some part of our body), е.g. His head was bare.

Syn. naked (= having no clothes on), е.g. Victorine was shocked when she learned that she would have to sit for the painter quite naked.

barefoot adj predic, adv = with bare feet, without shoes and stockings, е.g. Children like to go (run, walk) barefoot.

barefooted adj, attr. Barefooted people were standing on the bank.

bare-legged (-armed) adj = with bare legs (arms), е.g. When we speak of bare-legged children we mean children wearing shoes, but no stockings; bare-footed children wear neither shoes nor stockings.

bare-beaded , adj = without a hat, е.g. It"s already too cold to go bare-headed.

2. пустой, голый, лишенный чего-л., as a bare room (with little or no furniture), bare walls (without pictures or wallpaper), bare trees (without leaves), bare facts (only facts; nothing but facts).

Cf .: a bare room (no furniture), an empty room (no people), a vacant room (a room in which either no one is living at present or no one is working; a room which can be occupied), е.g. After the piano was taken out, the room seemed quite bare. I thought I heard voices in the next room, but it was empty. "Won"t you look for a vacant room in which we could have a consultation?" - "I"m told that all the rooms are occupied."

8. refuse υt/i отказывать(ся), е.g. She refused my offer. She can"t refuse her children anything. He refused to do what I asked him.

N о t e: In the meaning of sacrificing smth., parting with smth., the English verb to give up is used, е.g. He gave up the idea of going there. Roger promised to give up smoking, but he didn"t keep his promise.

refusal n , е.g. He answered her invitation, with a cold refusal,

9. like adj похожий, подобный, е.g. They are as like as two peas. What is he like? (= What sort of person is he?) What does he look like? (= What kind of appearance has he got?) How does she look today? (= What is her appearrance today?) It looks like gold. (= It has the appearance of gold.) It looks like rain. It was just like him to take the biggest piece of cake. There is nothing like home.

like prep or adv подобно, как, е.g. I can"t do it like you. They are behaving like little children, I"ve never heard him sing like that.

Note: to act like means to do smth. in the same way or in the manner of other people, е.g. She can play like a real pianist.; to act as means acting in the capacity of smb., e g. Some of our students act as guides during summer.

alike adj predic одинаковый, похожий, подобный, е.g. The houses in this street are alike. (Cf.: The houses in this street are like those in the next street.)

likeness n сходство, е.g. I cannot see much likeness between the twins.

unlike adj непохожий, е.g. She was unlike all other girls.

unlike prep в отличие от, е.g. Unlike other girls she was not at all talkative.

In order to understand the message, sent to us, the readers, in the short stories of Ernest Hemingway one needs at least to a certain point know and understand his life path, in other words - his biography. Ernest was born in Illinois, in a family of middle class parents, and his childhood, despite the strictness of his parents, can be called happy (Benson, 365). In his teen years, Ernest discovered his talent and passion to literature, and started his literary career by writing short stories for the school magazine. Hemingway graduated in 1917 and took a position of a reporter at "Kansas City Star" (Meyers). He was covering various events, having to deal with hospitals and police.

During the First World War, Ernest was working as the Red Cross driver in Italy, and this experience heavily influenced his further literary focus. During that period of time he got wounded in both legs and returned to the United States. He had to return to his journalistic activities, since he needed to earn money for living. At that time he was working for "Toronto Star". Soon he gets married and returns to Europe to start his literary work.

In the end of his life, Hemingway experienced severe mental disorders, had severe depression and despite the treatment he received, he committed a suicide.

Plot of the story

The story chosen for analysis is "a Day"s Wait" by Ernest Hemingway. The story was published in 1933 in the book "The Snows of Kilimanjaro". The story tells the reader about a boy of about nine years old and his father, who lived, or rather to say, survived through a very difficult day. Both the child and his father are waiting; however, they are waiting for quite different things.

The boy catches flu, and the doctor is being sent for. The doctor comes and prescribes three different medicines, checks the boy"s temperature and says that it is 102 degrees Fahrenheit. The boy occasionally hears those words and subconsciously prepares himself to die. He is aware of only one temperature measuring system, that being Celsius. And 102 degrees Celsius is an unbelievable high temperature. He heard once, that people do not live with the temperature of 42, now he has got 60 degrees more. This means, reflects the boy, that he is still alive due to some unknown mistake of nature, and he expects his death to come any moment. The situation is getting more and more complex. The more the boy waits for his death to come, the more severe his state becomes. He has no appetite, he does not listen to the stories told and read by his father, he is only looking at the foot of his bed, expecting his death to appear. However, the boy does not want to upset his father with the worries, which his heart is full of. He wants to cause as little trouble as possible, therefore he tries his best not to let his father know, what his concerns are all about. However, the horror would not let him concentrate on anything and in the final score the boy makes up his mind to ask his father: "How long will it be before I die?" The father did not understand the question at first, and then, after the boy explains his concern to the father, the latter takes a sigh of relief. He explains the misunderstanding to the boy. Since everything was over, the state of the boy changed drastically: "But his gaze at the foot of the bed relaxed slowly. The hold over him relaxed too, finally, and the next day it was very slack and he cried very easily at little things that were of no importance." (Hemingway).

The author pays special attention to describing the state of tension, in which both the boy and his father find themselves. The boy"s awful state is described by the words "He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o"clock in the morning”.

The story and the reality

Thinking about possible parallels between the story and the reality we may run into a somewhat similar situation in the author"s life. When the author was wounded twice he woke up in the hospital and heard the doctor speak of his health. He did not quite understand what it was all about, but decided, that it really meant, that the end, his death. He puts his own feelings into the character of the boy - the boy does know very well, that people do not live with the temperature much higher, then 40 degrees, but the idea does not cross his mind, that there might be various ways of measuring body temperature.
The boy shows an outstanding example of heroism: he knows, or, rather to say, strongly believes, that he is going to pass away very shortly. He is afraid of his death and he is afraid of missing the moment it comes. He is afraid of something; he is not aware of what exactly it is, something new and eternal. And there is his father, who is there to share his concerns, ready to help and willing to help. Meanwhile, the boy understands how serous his concern is and does not want to share it even with his father. He realizes, that it would be the last thing he would ask for from his father, yet, he does not want to upset him, and therefore keeps the whole concern within his soul. He is not pitiful of his own self; he just does not want to upset others around him with his horrible discovery. They have enough of their own concerns.

Works Cited

1. Benson, Jackson (1989). "Ernest Hemingway: The Life as Fiction and the Fiction as Life". American Literature. Volume 61, issue 3. 354-358.
2. Meyers, Jeffrey (1985). Hemingway: A Biography. New York: Macmillan.

TEXT. A DAY"S WAIT by Ernest Hemingway
Hemingway, Ernest (1899-1961): a prominent American novelist and short-story writer. He began to write fiction about 1923, his first books being the reflection of his war experience. "The Sun Also Rises" (1926) belongs to this period as well as "A Farewell to Arms" (1929) in which the antiwar protest is particularly powerful.

During the Civil War Hemingway visited Spain as a war correspondent. His impressions of the period and his sympathies with the Republicans found reflection in his famous play "The Fifth Column" (1937), the novel "For Whom the Bell Tolls" (1940) and a number of short stories.

His later works are "Across the River and into the Trees" (1950) and "The Old Man and the Sea" (1952) and the very last novel "Islands in the Stream" (1970) published after the author"s death. In 1954 he was awarded a Nobel Prize for literature.

Hemingway"s manner is characterized by deep psychological insight into the human nature. He early established himself as the master of a new style: laconic and somewhat dry.

He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move. "What"s the matter, Schatz?"12

"I"ve got a headache."

"You"d better go back to bed."

"No, I"m all right."

"You go to bed. I"ll see you when I"m dressed."

But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.

"You go up to bed," I said, "you"re sick."

"I"m all right," he said.

When the doctor came he took the boy"s temperature.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"One hundred and two."13

Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored capsules with instructions for giving them. One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative, the third to overcome an acid condition. The germs of influenza can only exist in an acid condition, he explained. He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees. This was a light epidemic of flu and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia.

Back in the room I wrote the boy"s temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules.

"Do you want me to read to you?"

"All right, if you want to," said the boy. His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes. He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached from what was going on.

I read aloud from Howard Pyle"s14 Book of Pirates, but I could see he was not following what I was reading.

"How do you feel, Schatz?" I asked him.

"Just the same, so far," he said.

I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely.

"Why don"t you try to go to sleep? I"ll wake you up for the medicine."

"I"d rather stay awake."

After a while he said to me, "You don"t have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you."

"It doesn"t bother me."

"No, I mean you don"t have to stay if it"s going to bother you."

I thought perhaps he was a little light-headed and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o"clock I went out for a while.

It was a bright, cold day, the ground covered with a sleet that had frozen so that it seemed as if all the bare trees, the bushes, the cut brush and all the grass and the bare ground had been varnished with ice. I took the young Irish setter for a little walk up the road and along a frozen creek.

At the house they said the boy had refused to let any one come into the room.

"You can"t come in," he said. "You mustn"t get what I have." I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed.

I took his temperature.

"Something like a hundred," I said. It was one hundred and two and four tenths.

"It was a hundred and two," he said.

"Your temperature is all right," I said. "It"s nothing to worry about."

"I don"t worry," he said, "but I can"t keep from thinking."

"Don"t think," I said. "Just take it easy."

"I"m taking it easy," he said and looked worried about something.

"Take this with water."

"Do you think it will do any good?"

"Of course, it will,"

I sat down and opened the Pirate Book and commenced to read but I could see he was not following, so I stopped.

"About what time do you think I"m going to die?" he asked.

"About how long will it be before I die?"

"You aren"t going to die. What"s the matter with you?"

"Oh, yes, I am. I heard him say a hundred and two."

"People don"t die with a fever of one hundred and two. That"s a silly way to talk!"

"I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you can"t live with forty-four degrees. I"ve got a hundred and two."

He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o"clock in the morning.

"You poor Schatz," I said. "Poor old Schatz, it"s like miles and kilometers. You aren"t going to die. That"s a diflerent thermometer. On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal. On this kind it"s ninety-eight."

"Absolutely," I said. "It"s like miles and kilometers. You know, like how many kilometers we make when we do seventy miles in the car?"

But his gaze at the foot of the bed relaxed slowly. The hold over himself relaxed too, finally, and the next day it was very slack and he cried very easily at little things that were of no importance.

TEXT. A DAY"S WAIT by Ernest Hemingway Hemingway, Ernest (1899-1961): a prominent American novelist and short-story writer. He began to write fiction about 1923, his first books being the reflection of his war experience. "The Sun Also Rises" (1926) belongs to this period as well as "A Farewell to Arms" (1929) in which the antiwar protest is particularly powerful. During the Civil War Hemingway visited Spain as a war correspondent. His impressions of the period and his sympathies with the Republicans found reflection in his famous play "The Fifth Column" (1937), the novel "For Whom the Bell Tolls" (1940) and a number of short stories. His later works are "Across the River and into the Trees" (1950) and "The Old Man and the Sea" (1952) and the very last novel "Islands in the Stream" (1970) published after the author"s death. In 1954 he was awarded a Nobel Prize for literature. Hemingway"s manner is characterized by deep psychological insight into the human nature. He early established himself as the master of a new style: laconic and somewhat dry. He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move. "What"s the matter, Schatz?"12 "I"ve got a headache." "You"d better go back to bed." "No, I"m all right." "You go to bed. I"ll see you when I"m dressed." But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever. "You go up to bed," I said, "you"re sick." "I"m all right," he said. When the doctor came he took the boy"s temperature. "What is it?" I asked him. "One hundred and two."13 Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored capsules with instructions for giving them. One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative, the third to overcome an acid condition. The germs of influenza can only exist in an acid condition, he explained. He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees. This was a light epidemic of flu and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia. Back in the room I wrote the boy"s temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules. "Do you want me to read to you?" "All right, if you want to," said the boy. His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes. He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached from what was going on. I read aloud from Howard Pyle"s14 Book of Pirates, but I could see he was not following what I was reading. "How do you feel, Schatz?" I asked him. "Just the same, so far," he said. I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely. "Why don"t you try to go to sleep? I"ll wake you up for the medicine." "I"d rather stay awake." After a while he said to me, "You don"t have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you." "It doesn"t bother me." "No, I mean you don"t have to stay if it"s going to bother you." I thought perhaps he was a little light-headed and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o"clock I went out for a while. It was a bright, cold day, the ground covered with a sleet that had frozen so that it seemed as if all the bare trees, the bushes, the cut brush and all the grass and the bare ground had been varnished with ice. I took the young Irish setter for a little walk up the road and along a frozen creek. At the house they said the boy had refused to let any one come into the room. "You can"t come in," he said. "You mustn"t get what I have." I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed. I took his temperature. "What is it?" "Something like a hundred," I said. It was one hundred and two and four tenths. "It was a hundred and two," he said. "Who said so?" "The doctor." "Your temperature is all right," I said. "It"s nothing to worry about." "I don"t worry," he said, "but I can"t keep from thinking." "Don"t think," I said. "Just take it easy." "I"m taking it easy," he said and looked worried about something. "Take this with water." "Do you think it will do any good?" "Of course, it will," I sat down and opened the Pirate Book and commenced to read but I could see he was not following, so I stopped. "About what time do you think I"m going to die?" he asked. "What?" "About how long will it be before I die?" "You aren"t going to die. What"s the matter with you?" "Oh, yes, I am. I heard him say a hundred and two." "People don"t die with a fever of one hundred and two. That"s a silly way to talk!" "I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you can"t live with forty-four degrees. I"ve got a hundred and two." He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o"clock in the morning. "You poor Schatz," I said. "Poor old Schatz, it"s like miles and kilometers. You aren"t going to die. That"s a diflerent thermometer. On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal. On this kind it"s ninety-eight." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely," I said. "It"s like miles and kilometers. You know, like how many kilometers we make when we do seventy miles in the car?" "Oh," he said. But his gaze at the foot of the bed relaxed slowly. The hold over himself relaxed too, finally, and the next day it was very slack and he cried very easily at little things that were of no importance.

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ТЕКСТ. Подождите день Эрнеста ХемингуэяХемингуэй, Эрнест (1899-1961): известный американский писатель и короткий рассказ писателя. Он начал писать фантастику около 1923 г., его первые книги, будучи отражением его опыт войны. «И восходит солнце» (1926) входит в этот период, а также «Прощай, оружие» (1929) в котором антивоенного протеста является особенно мощным.Во время гражданской войны Хемингуэй посетил Испанию как военным корреспондентом. Его впечатления от периода и его симпатии с республиканцы нашли отражение в его знаменитой игры «пятой колонны» (1937), Роман «по ком звонит колокол» (1940) и количество коротких рассказов.Его более поздних работ «Через реки и в Trees» (1950) и «Старик и море» (1952) и самый последний роман «Острова в поток» (1970), опубликованный после смерти автора. В 1954 году был удостоен Нобелевской премии по литературе.Хемингуэй образом характеризуется глубокой психологической проницательность в природу человека. Он рано зарекомендовал себя как мастер нового стиля: лаконичная и немного сухой.Он пришел в комнату, чтобы закрыть окна, в то время как мы были еще в постели, и я увидел, что он выглядел больным. Он бил озноб, его лицо было белым, и он шел медленно, как будто оно болело двигаться. «Что такое дело, Шац»? 12«У меня болит голова».«Вы бы лучше вернуться к кровати.»«Нет, я все в порядке.»«Вы идете спать. Я буду видеть вас когда я одет.»Но когда я пришел на первом этаже он был одет, сидя у камина, глядя очень болен и несчастный мальчик девять лет. Когда я положил руку на лбу я знал, что он имел лихорадку.«Вы идете вверх в постель», я сказал, «ты болен».«Я все в порядке»,-сказал он.Когда доктор пришел он взял мальчика температуры.«Что это?» Я спросил его.«Сто два.» 13На первом этаже доктор оставил три различных лекарственных средств в различные цветные капсулы с инструкциями для придания им. Один был принести вниз лихорадки, другой слабительного, третий преодолеть условие кислоты. Микробы гриппа может существовать только в состоянии кислоты,-пояснил он. Он, казалось бы знать все о гриппа и сказал, что там было нечего беспокоиться, если лихорадка не пошел выше сто четыре градуса. Это был легкий эпидемии гриппа и нет никакой опасности, если вам избежать пневмонии.Возвращаемся в комнату я написал мальчика температуры и сделал к сведению время, чтобы дать различные капсулы.«Вы хотите, я читать вам?»«Все правильно, если вы хотите,» сказал мальчик. Его лицо было очень белый, и там были темные области под глазами. Он лежал в кровати и казалось очень отсоединенной от происходящего.Я читал вслух от Howard Pyle"s14 книга пираты, но я мог видеть, он не следовал, что я читал.«Как вы считаете, Шац?» Я спросил его.«Так же,» до настоящего времени, сказал он.Я сидел у подножия кровати и читать себе, пока я ждал для того чтобы быть время, чтобы дать еще один капсулы. Было бы естественно для него идти спать, но когда я посмотрел он искал у подножия кровати, глядя очень странно.«Почему бы вам не попробовать пойти спать? Я буду проспать вы вверх для медицины.»«Я предпочел бы остаться спать.»Через некоторое время он сказал мне, «вы не должны остаться здесь со мной, папа, если это беспокоит вас.»«Это не беспокоит меня.»«Нет, я имею в виду вы не должны остаться, если это будет беспокоить вас.»Я подумал, может быть, он был немного легкомысленный и дав ему предписанные капсулы в одиннадцать часов я пошел на некоторое время.Это был яркий, холодный день, земли, покрытые мокрого снега, которые заморожены так, что казалось, как будто все голые деревья, кусты и травы, вырезать кистью и голой земле были лакированное со льдом. Я взял молодой Ирландский сеттер на прогулку немного вверх по дороге и вдоль замороженных Крик.В доме они сказали, что мальчик отказался позволить любой один пришел в комнату.«Вы не может войти,» он сказал. «Вы нельзя получить, что у меня есть». Я подошел к нему и нашел его в точно позиции, которую я оставила его, очковая, но с вершины его щеки, покраснел от лихорадки, глядя, как он смотрела, у подножия кровати.Я взял его температуру.«Что это?»«Что-то вроде сто,» я сказал. Это был один сто и двух и четырех десятых.«Это было сто два»,-сказал он.«Кто так сказал?»«Доктор».«Ваша температура все права», я сказал. «Это ничего потревожиться около.»«Я не волнуйтесь,» он сказал: «но я не могу держать от мышления».«Не думаю,»,-сказал я. «Просто успокойтесь.»«Я беру его легко,» он сказал и посмотрел беспокоиться о чем-то.«Сделать это с водой».«Вы думаете, он будет делать какие-либо блага?»«Конечно, он будет»Я сел и открыл книгу пират и начал читать, но я мог видеть, что он не следовал, поэтому я остановился.«О сколько времени вы думаете я собираюсь умереть?»-спросил он.«Что?»«О том, как долго он будет прежде чем я умру?»«Вы не собираетесь умереть. Что это с тобой?»«Ах, да, я. Я слышал, он сказал сто два.»«Люди не умирают с лихорадкой сто два. Это глупый способ говорить!»«Я знаю, что они делают. В школе во Франции мальчиков сказал мне, что вы не можете жить с сорок четыре градуса. У меня сто два.»Он ждал умирать весь день, начиная с девяти часов утра.«Вы бедных Шатц,»-сказал я. «Бедный старый Шатц, это как мили и километров. Вы не собираетесь умереть. Это diflerent термометр. На что термометр тридцать семь является нормальным. На такого рода это девяносто восемь».«Вы уверены?»«Абсолютно», сказал я. «Это как мили и километров. Вы знаете, как сколько километров мы делаем когда мы делаем семьдесят миль в автомобиле?»«Да,» сказал он.Но его взгляд у подножия кровати расслабленной медленно. Держите на себя расслабленным тоже, наконец и на следующий день он был очень слабый и воскликнул он очень легко на маленькие вещи, которые не важны.

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ТЕКСТ. Ждите день путем Эрнеста Хемингуэя
Хемингуэй, Эрнест (1899-1961): выдающийся американский романист и рассказов писателя. Он начал писать фантастику о 1923, его первые книги является отражением его опыт войны. "И восходит солнце" (1926) принадлежит к этому периоду, а также "Прощай, оружие" (1929), в которой антивоенное протеста особенно мощным. Во время войны Хемингуэй гражданской посетил Испанию в качестве военного корреспондента. Его впечатления от периода и его симпатии с республиканцами нашли отражение в его знаменитой пьесе "пятая колонна" (1937), роман "По ком звонит колокол" (1940) и ряд рассказов. Его поздние работы " За рекой, в тени деревьев »(1950) и« Старик и море "(1952) и самый последний роман" Острова в потоке »(1970), опубликованных после смерти автора. В 1954 году он был удостоен Нобелевской премии по литературе. Манера Хемингуэя характеризуется глубокой психологической проницательностью в человеческой природе. Он рано зарекомендовал себя как мастер нового стиля:. Лаконичной и несколько сухой Он вошел в комнату, чтобы закрыть окна, когда мы были еще в постели, и я увидел, что он выглядел больным. Он дрожал, его лицо было белым, и он медленно, как будто это болело, чтобы двигаться. "В чем дело, Шац?" 12 "Я получил головную боль." "Вы лучше вернуться в постель." "Нет, я в порядке." "Вы ложитесь спать. Увидимся когда я одет. "Но когда я спустился вниз, он был одет, сидя у костра, глядя очень больной и несчастный мальчик девяти лет. Когда я положил руку на лоб, я знал, что он был жар. "Вы идете в постель," сказал я, "Вы больны." "Я в порядке", сказал он. Когда пришел врач взял Температура мальчика. "Что это?" Спросил я его. "Сто два." 13 Внизу, доктор оставил трех различных лекарств в разноцветных капсул с инструкциями для придания им. Один из них был сбить лихорадку, другой слабительное, третий преодолеть кислоты состояние. Микробы гриппа может существовать только в кислой состоянии, пояснил он. Он, казалось, знал все о гриппе и сказал, что не было ничего, чтобы волноваться о том, если лихорадка не поднимается выше ста четырех градусов. Это был свет эпидемия гриппа, и не было никакой опасности, если вы избежать пневмонии. Вернувшись в комнату, я написал температуру мальчика вниз и сделал пометку времени, чтобы дать различные капсулы. "Вы хотите, чтобы я читал тебе? "" Ладно, если вы хотите, чтобы, "сказал мальчик. Его лицо было очень белым и были темные области под глазами. Он лежал еще в постели и, казалось, очень оторваны от того, что происходит. Я читал вслух Говард Pyle"s14 Книги пиратов, но я видела, что он не был после того, что я читал. "Как вы себя чувствуете, Schatz?" Спросил я его. "То же самое, до сих пор," сказал он. Я сидел у подножия кровати и читать себе в то время как я ждал, что это будет время, чтобы дать еще один капсулу. Это было бы естественно для него, чтобы спать, но когда я посмотрел он искал у подножия кровати, глядя очень странно. "Почему бы вам не попробовать, чтобы заснуть? Я разбужу тебя на медицина. "" Я бы предпочел спать. "Через некоторое время он сказал мне," Вы не должны оставаться здесь со мной, папа, если это беспокоит вас. "" Это не беспокоит меня. "" Нет, я имею в виду вы не должны остаться, если это будет вас беспокоить. "Я думал, может быть, он был немного легкомысленный и, дав ему предписанные капсулы в одиннадцать часов я вышел на некоторое время. Это был яркий, холодный день, земля покрыта снегом, который заморожены так, что казалось, будто все голые деревья, кусты, вырезать кисти и вся трава и голая земля была лаком со льдом. Я взял молодого ирландского сеттера для небольшой прогулки вверх по дороге и вдоль замерзшей речки. В доме они сказали, что мальчик отказался, чтобы любой вошел в комнату. "Вы не можете прийти в", сказал он. "Вы не должны получить то, что у меня есть." Я подошел к нему и нашел его точно в положение я оставил его, бело-сталкиваются, но с вершины его щеки вспыхнули от лихорадки, глядя по-прежнему, как он смотрел, у подножия кровати. Я взял его температура. "Что это?" "Что-то вроде ста," сказал я. Это было сто два и четыре десятых. "Это было сто два," сказал он. "Кто сказал так?" "Доктор". "Ваш температура все в порядке," сказал я. "Это ничего, чтобы волноваться о." "Я не волнуюсь," сказал он, "но я не могу удержаться от мыслей." "Не думаю, что" сказал я. "Просто успокойтесь." "Я беру его легко," сказал он и посмотрел что-то беспокоит. "Возьмите это с водой." "Как вы думаете, он будет делать ничего хорошего?" "Конечно, это будет," Я сел и открыл книгу Pirate и начал читать, но я мог видеть, что он не следовал, так что я остановился. "О том, что время вы думаете, что я умру?" спросил он. "Что?" "О том, как долго она будет прежде чем я умру?" "Вы не собираетесь умирать. Что с тобой?" "О, да, я. Я слышал, как он говорил, сто два. "" Люди не умирают с лихорадкой сто два. Это глупо способ говорить! "" Я знаю, что они делают. В школе во Франции мальчики сказали мне, что вы не можете жить с сорока четырех градусов. Я получил сто два. "Он ждал, чтобы умереть в течение всего дня, с тех пор девять часов утра." Бедный Шац, "сказал я. "Бедный старый Шац, это как мили и километра. Вы не собираетесь умирать. Это diflerent термометр. На этой термометра тридцать семь нормально. На такого рода это девяносто восемь." "Вы уверены?" "Абсолютно," Я сказал. "Это как мили и километра. Вы знаете, как, сколько километров мы делаем, когда мы делаем семьдесят миль в машине?" "Ах," сказал он. Но его взгляд, у подножия кровати расслабились медленно. Трюм над собой расслабился слишком, наконец, и на следующий день он был очень вялый и он воскликнул очень легко при маленьких вещей, которые не имели значения.

A DAY’S WAIT by E. Hemingway
He came into the room to shut the windows while me were still in bed and I saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move.
"What"s the matter, Schatz?"
"I"ve got a headache".
"You better go back to bed".
"No, I am all right".
"You go to bed. I"ll see you when I"m dressed".
But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.
"You go up to bed," said, "you are sick".
"I am all right", he said.
When the doctor came he took the boy"s temperature.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"One hundred and two."
Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different coloured capsules with instructions for giving them. He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees. This was a light epidemic of influenza and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia.
Back in the room I wrote the boy"s temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules.
"Do you want me to read to you?"
"All right. If you want to," said the boy. His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes. He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached from what was going on.
I read about pirates from Howard Pyle"s "Book of Pirates", but I could see he was not following what I was reading.
"How do you feel, Schatz?" I asked him.
"Just the same, so far," he said.
I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed.
"Why, don"t you try to go to sleep? I"ll wake you up for the medicine."
"I"d rather stay awake."
After a while he said to me. "You don"t have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you."
"It doesn"t bother me."
"No, I mean you don"t have to stay if it"s going to bother you."
I thought perhaps he was a little light-headed and af ter giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o"clock I went out for a while…
At the house they said the boy had refused to let any one come into the room.
"You can"t come in," he said. "You mustn"t get what I have." I went up to him and found him in exactly the same position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed.
I took his temperature.
"What is it?"
"Something like a hundred," I said. It was one hundred and two and four tenths.
"It was a hundred and two," he said.
"Who said so? Your temperature is all right," I said. "It"s nothing to worry about."
"I don"t worry," he said, "but I can"t keep from thinking."
"Don"t think," I said. "Just take it easy."
"I"m taking it easy," he said and looked straight ahead.
He was evidently holding tight onto himself about something.
"Take this with water."
"Do you think it will do any good?"
"Of course, it will."
I sat down and opened the "Pirate" book and commenced to read, but I could see he was not following, so I stopped.
"About what time do you think I"m going to die?" he asked.
"What?"
"About how long will it be before I die?"
"You aren"t going to die. What"s the matter with you?"
"Oh, yes, I am. I heard him say a hundred and two."
"People don"t die with a fever of one hundred and two.

A Day`s Wait by Ernest Hemingway

To get a general understanding of the plot of this story; The story is about a nine year old boy named Schatz, his father and his doctor. Schatz thought he was going to die when the doctor told him that his temperature was 102.

The story took place before 09:00 a.m. one morning when Schatz came into his father`s room looking very sick and later on the same day being quite uncooperative. The time of the year must be either fall or early/late winter, because of the ice on the ground. The story took place at Schatz`s house and appeared to be set in a country other than France. Schatz being diagnoses with such a high fever and a belief that he was going to die, started the conflict. And when he learned that there was a difference between the thermostats he calmed down, which was the end of the conflict.

The story`s structure showed a hard process. The complications started when Schatz walked into his father`s room and moved as if he was in pain.

The big issue started when the doctor diagnosed him with a fever of 102 degrees, the doctor gave him a prescription for a medication. Schatz had the thought that he would die because the schoolboys in France said that individuals died from a fever of forty-four. The ending of this big issue was when his father told him about the different thermostats. So obviously the climax was when he realized that he was actually not going to die and that he simply, just had a seasonal fever. And the resolution was when he relaxed after realizing and when he cried of no importance.

The characterization of Schatz is that he is the main character in this short story and he shows both positive and negative sides of himself. Schatz is a very determined young boy and he is shown as with a strong willpower and does not seem easily shocked by his position. Apparently he has quite a significant memory because he remembers what the French schoolboys told him once.

Schatz could also be seen as a rival against himself by fighting not to overcome his illness. Basically he was his own enemy. He believed in everything he heard. It sounds like he is as a brat, not listening to his father nor the helpers at home under the circumstances of his father`s absence.

The main “movers” in this story are Schatzґs father who made him calm down and the doctor who gave him the diagnosis of a very high fever. The background people are the schoolboys who gave him the idea of death from high fevers in Schatzґs head. The helpers who tried to take care of Schatz when his father went out hunting are also movers, together with the unknown person in the beginning of the story (probably a parent who is not named).

So over to the theme, this short story actually has several! I think the first suitable theme is “do not believe in everything you hear” because Schatz believed in the facts the French boys gave him. He did not check facts and therefore he believed he would die. The second theme I mean is “Don’t give up so easily” because Schatz didn’t bother fighting for his flu but at the same time, he was too young to realize this. He gave up and was actually just waiting for death. The third theme is “After dark, there is always sunlight” because Schatz was relieved that he was not going to die.

The resolution (or result) was when Schatz returned to normal and accepted that he was wrong about the fever drama. He became friends with everyone and everything returned to normal.

The father misunderstands what the son is trying to say. And therefor sounds like he doesn’t care. For example, when Schatz says to his father that he can leave the room if it bothers him, he means death. When the father responds that it doesn’t bother him, it sounds like he doesn’t care if Schatz is going to die or not. The father also communicates quite cool and sounds like an ego. But this seems to even out because he calls his son Schatz which means honey in German.

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