Сценарий рассказа О'Генри "Дары волхвов" (английский язык).

                                   Инсценировка  рассказа О ’Генри  “Дары волхвов”.

Comp.:  This is a story about the gift of magi by O’Henry.                                        

                                       Della is standing at the table  and counting money.

Della: One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That is all. And sixty cents in pennies. What shall I do?

                                       She sits down on the little sofa and cries.

Della: They say that life is made up of sobs and smiles. But there are more sobs then smiles in it.

Comp.: While the mistress of that home is miserable, let’s take a look at the home. A  furnished flat at eighty dollars per week.  In the hall below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, but there was a card with the name Mr James Dillingham Young. But whenever Mr James D Y  would come home and reach his flat above he would be called  “Jim” and met by Mrs James D Y, already had been introduced to you as Della.

                                    Della finishes her crying and touches her cheeks  with the power rag.

Della: Let’s do the sum. It will be Christmas tomorrow and I have only one dollar and eighty –seven cents to buy Jim a present.  I have been saving every penny I could for months and that is the result. Twenty dollars a week is not a big sum. Only one dollar and eighty-seven cents to buy Jim a present. I have planned for something just a little bit near to being worthy of my Jim.

                                She stands in front of the mirror, pulls down her hair and let it fail to it’s full length.

Comp.: Now there were two dear things of the Jams D Y’s. And they were proud  of them. One was Jim’s gold watch that had been his father’s and grandfather’s. The other was Della’s hair.

                               She does it up again nervously and quickly. She  puts on her old brown jacket and her old brown hat and runs out.

                                   A table “M-me  Sofronie  Hair Goods of All Kinds”.

M-me : Can I help you, Madam?

Della:  Will you buy my hair?

M-me: I buy hair. Take your hat off and let’s have a look at it.

                                  Della pulls down her hair.

M-me (taking her hair with a hand): Twenty dollars.

Della: Give it to me quickly.(they go away).

                                      At Della’s place.

Comp.: And the next two hours were passing by on rosy wings. Della  visited many shops looking for Jim’s present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was other like it in many of the shops, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a gold chain , simple , but looking very expensive. It was ever worthy of the Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim’s. Twenty one dollars they took from her for it, and she went home with the eighty-seven cents. But with that chain Jim might take this watch out of the pocket in any company.

                              Della comes in, takes a comb and stands in front of the mirror.

Della: If Jim doesn’t kill me before he takes a second look at me, he’ll say I look like a schoolboy. But what could I do, what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents.

            She is setting the table, the clock strikes  seven,  she sits in the armchair with the chain in her hand. Jim is knocking at the door.

Della: Please, God, make him think I’m still pretty.

                                                                  Jim comes in.

Comp..: Jim didn’t move. He looked at Della, and there was an expression in his eyes that she couldn’t read and it terrified her. It was not anger. Neither  surprise,  nor horror.  He just looked at her with that strange expression on his face.

Della: Jim, darling, don’t look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it couldn’t have lived through  Christmas  without  giving you a present. I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say “Merry Christmas”, Jim, and let’s be happy. I have a very nice present for you.

Jim:  You’ve cut off your hair?

Della: Cut it off and sold it. Don’t you like me just as well? I’m me without my hair.

Jim: You say your hair is gone?

Della: You needn’t look for it. It’s sold. I tell you – sold and gone too. It’s Christmas. Be good to me. May be the hairs of my head are numbered but nobody could ever count my love for you, Jim. Shall I put the chops on?

                                 Jim takes a package out of the pocket and puts it upon the table.

Jim: Don’t make any mistake, Dell, about me. I don’t think there’s anything in the way of the haircut that could make me love my wife any less. But if you unwrap  that package you may understand everything.

                                   Della ties a string and paper, screams of joy and begins to cry.

Comp.: For there lay the Combs – the set of combs, that Della had wanted very vuch looking at them in a shop-window. There were expensive combs, she knew and she didn’t hope to have them. And now  they were hers but her hair was gone.

Della (taking them and smiling): My hair grows fast, Jim. ( jumping  up) Oh, Oh! But you haven’t seen my present   yet.

                                      She holds it out to him upon her open palm.

Della: Is not it nice, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You’ll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch, I want to see how it looks on it.

Jim: Dell, let’s put our Christmas presents away and keep them a little. They are too nice to be used just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy you combs. And now you may put the chops on.