بخش 06: هیولایی فرا می خواند / فصل 6
- زمان مطالعه 8 دقیقه
- سطح ساده
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متن انگلیسی فصل
How you doing? You look tired.
Mum’s on this new medicine. It’ll make her better.
She goes into hospital once every two weeks
and they pump the medicine into her bloodstream.
She is sick for the next few days, but she is better again.
Your sister’s doing better.
I’d still love you to meet her.
I’ve been talking with your grandma about bringing you out to LA.
You want me to come to LA?
- You would you like that, wouldn’t you?
We were thinking over Christmas. You can be back here in time for school.
So you mean just for a visit, then?
Yeah, but it would be great.
I don’t want to live with Grandma.
It’s an old lady’s house, with old lady’s things.
You can’t touch anything or sit anywhere.
You can’t leave a mess for two seconds.
I want to have my own room in my own house and my own things.
You wouldn’t have that in America. There’s barely enough room for us.
- I don’t care!
- She is so strict.
Your family, your life, your friends…
- Her house is like a museum!
All of it is here.
- It’d be unfair to take you out of it.
- Unfair to who?
Doesn’t look like your grandma’s home yet.
She sometimes goes back to the hospital after I go to bed.
The nurses let her sleep in a chair.
Just because she doesn’t like me, doesn’t make her a bad person.
She says you’re all start and no finish.
Well, she is entitled to her own opinion.
How long are you here for?
As long as I can be.
What does that mean?
We don’t have a lot of money. And Americans don’t get a lot of holidays.
- You’re not American.
- But I live there now.
I’ll come back whenever I need to.
And you are gonna come to LA for Christmas.
In your cramped house, where there’s no room for me.
Why did you come?
Conor, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?
There’s still loads of time!
As destruction goes, that was remarkably pitiful.
Now, I have come to tell you the second tale.
Is this as bad as the last one?
It ends with proper destruction, if that’s what you mean.
It’s about a man who thought only of himself,
who wasn’t as generous as he should have been.
A man who gets punished very badly indeed.
Stories aren’t real, though. They don’t help anything.
Stories are wild creatures, Conor O’Malley.
When you let them loose, who knows what havoc they might wreak?
Go on, then.
150 years ago, the future came.
Factories grew in the landscape like weeds.
Trees fell, rivers blackened
and the sky choked on smoke and ash.
But there was still green if you knew where to look.
On the edge of this town lived a stubborn man who refused to change.
He dealt in the old ways of medicine,
herbs and barks and concoctions brewed from berries and leaves.
Villagers only ever called him the apothecary.
The apothecary. An old fashion name for pharmacist.
Why didn’t you just say?
There was also a young parson in this village,
an enlightened man and a kind one
who just wanted the very best for his congregation.
He preached against the apothecary’s use of the old ways,
and the apothecary’s foul temper and greed
made certain some of these sermons fell on eager ears.
Much as he tried to keep on helping the community,
his business sank, which only made him grow bitter.
On the parsonage grounds there also lived a yew tree.
That’s the hill where you live.
The yew tree is the most important of all the healing trees.
- Its berries, its bark,
they thrum and burn and twist with life.
It can cure almost any ailment.
Anything that can be cured, if mixed by the right apothecary.
The apothecary wanted the yew tree very badly.
But in order to harvest these things
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