Поворот винта. Уровень 1 / The Turn of the Screw - Генри Джеймс

Генри Джеймс / Henry James

Поворот винта. Уровень 1 / The Turn of the Screw

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The Turn of the Screw

My friends and I were sitting by the fire in an old house. It was Christmas Eve, so we were telling strange stories to each other. After some time, my friend Douglas said he knew one really terrible and scary story.

Nobody but me, till now, has ever heard it. Its quite horrifying. said Douglas, Its beyond everything. Nothing at all that I know touches it.

Well then, I said, just sit right down and begin.

He turned to the fireplace, kicked a log, watched it for a moment. Then, when he turned back to us, he said: I cant begin. I will have to send a message to town. The storys written. Its in a locked drawerit has not been out for years. I could write to my man and attach the key; he could send down the packet as he finds it. I begged him to write as soon as possible; then I asked him if the experience in question had been his own. He answered quickly. Oh, thank God, no!

And is the record yours? You wrote the thing down?

Nothing but the impression. I wrote that here,he tapped his heart. Ive never lost it.

Then your record?

Is in old, faded ink, and in the most beautiful hand. He hung fire again. A womans. She has been dead for twenty years. She sent me the pages before she died. She was the most lovely person, ten years older than me. She was my sisters governess, he said quietly. She was the nicest woman Ive ever known in her place; she would be worthy of anything. It was a long time ago, and this situation happened long before that. I studied at Trinity and found her at home when I came here for the second summer. I was often there that yearit was a wonderful year; and in her free time we walked and talked in the garden several times. Oh yeah, dont smile: I really liked her, and to this day I am glad to think that she liked me too. If she hadnt, she wouldnt have told me. She never told anyone.

Because the thing had been such a scare?

He continued to look at me. Youll easily judge, he repeated: you will.

I fixed looked at him, too. I see. She was in love.

He laughed for the first time. Yes, she was in love. I saw it, and she saw I saw it; but neither of us spoke of it. I remember the time and the placethe corner of the lawn, the shade of the great beeches and the long, hot summer afternoon. It wasnt a scene for a shudder[1]; but oh! He walked away from the fireplace and leaned back in his chair.

Youll receive the packet Thursday morning? I asked.

Probably not till the second post.

Well then; after dinner

Youll all meet me here? He looked us round again. Isnt anybody going? It was almost the tone of hope.

Everybody will stay!

When the story arrived from London, it turned out that the story that he promised to read to us really needed a few words of the prologue[2] for a better understanding. The important thing to know is that his old friend, who was the youngest daughter of a poor country pastor, came to London for the first time at the age of twenty. She found a job through a newspaper and was going to work as a governess for two children. When she arrived at the house in Harley Street, she found it to be large and impressive. The man she was meeting was like a character from a dream or an old novel. He was handsome, confident, and kind. He made her feel like he was doing her a favor and she felt grateful for it. She imagined him living in a beautiful house filled with things he brought back from his travels and hunting trips. However, he wanted her to go immediately to his familys old home in Essex.

After the death of their parents in India, he became the guardian of his little nephew and little niecethe children of his younger military brother, who had died two years ago. He felt really sorry for the poor children and did everything he could; in particular, he sent them to his other house and from the very beginning he kept them there with the best people he could find to look after them. The difficulty was that they had no other relatives, and he spent all his time on personal matters. He had put them in possession of Bly, which was healthy and secure, and had placed a wonderful woman, Mrs. Grose, in charge of it. Mrs. Grose had been his mothers maid. Now she was a housekeeper, and also looked after a little girl. There are many other servants there, but, of course, the biggest power will belong to the young lady who will go there as a governess. During the holidays she would also have to look after a little boy who had been at school for one semester and who would be back from one day to the other. At first, the two children had a young lady whom they had the misfortune[3] to lose. She coped with them perfectly until her death. Little Miles had no choice but to go to school after her death. Mrs. Grose, since then, had done all she could for Flora; and there were, further, a cook, a housemaid, a dairywoman, an old pony, an old groom, and an old gardener.

Suddenly someone asked, And what did the former governess die of?

Douglas answered, That will come out.

In her successors[4] place, I suggested, I should have wanted to learn if the position brought with it

Danger to life? She did want to learn, and she did learn. You will hear tomorrow what she learned. She was young, inexperienced, nervous. She didnt know what to do, so she took a couple of days to think it over. But the salary offered was really big for her, and on a second interview she agreed for the job. And Douglas, with this, made a pause that, for the benefit of the company, moved me to throw in

The moral, of course, was that a wonderful young man used his seduction[5]. She couldnt say no to him.

Douglas got up from his seat and, just like last night, went to the fireplace, pushed a log with his foot and stood with his back to us for a minute. She only saw him twice.

Yes, but thats just the beauty of her passion[6].

To my surprise, hearing this, Douglas turned to me. That was the beauty of it. There were others, he continued, who said no to him. For some reason, they were just afraid. It sounded boringit sounded weird, and even more so because of his main condition[7].

Which was?

That she should never bother himbut never, never: neither appeal, nor complain, nor write about anything; only answer all questions herself, get all the money from his lawyer, take the whole thing over and leave him alone.

I

I remember when everything started, it was a mix of feelings. After accepting his invitation to come to town, I had a couple of really bad days where I doubted my decision. In this state of mind, I spent a long time in a carriage[8] that took me to the place where I was supposed to be picked up. I was told that a car from the house had been arranged for me. And when I arrived in the late afternoon, there was a comfortable car waiting for me. Driving through the countryside on a beautiful day, it felt like the summer was welcoming me with open arms. As we entered the avenue, I was pleasantly surprised by the great appearance of the house with its open windows and fresh curtains. I also remember the lovely lawn, colorful flowers, and the sound of the wheels on the stones. At the door, a polite person greeted me with a little girl by her side. She curtsied[9] like I was the lady of the house or an important visitor.

I was introduced to the youngest of my students and was carried through the rest of the day by this introduction. The little girl who came with Mrs. Grose was very lovely. She was the most beautiful child I had ever seen. I wondered why my employer hadnt told me more about her. I couldnt sleep that night because I was too excited. The big room I stayed in was impressive, with a large bed and beautiful curtains. There were long mirrors where I could see my whole body. Everything was nice, including Mrs. Grose. I had been worried about how we would get along, but she seemed happy to see me. I wondered why she didnt want to show it too much, which made me a little worried.