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Now the weekly special English programe.
American stories.Our stories today is called the Calafonia's tale,it was writend by Marctuwin ,here is a shelpnill with the stories.
When I was young,I went looking for gold in Cal,I never found enough to make me rich,but I did this covered up beautiful part of the country.It was called the standers land.The standers land called was like heavy on earth.It has red green hills,and deep forests where softe wings touched the trees.Other man also looking for gold,and reached the standers land of the hill of Calafornia many years before I did.They had builded the town in the valley with side wally or stores.Fence sand schools.They had also build pretty little houses for their families. After they found lot of gold in the standers land hills,But there good life enough must.After the few years,the gold dispeared,but the time I reach the standernish land.All the people were gone too,grass now grow in the streets.And little housese were covered by wild growed bushes,only the sound pisick fill the year.As I walk throught the empty town at summer day so long ago.Then I realized I was not alone after all.A man was smiling at me as he stood,in front of one of them little houses.This house was not covered by wild growned pushes.I nice the little garden in fond of be house full of blue wind yeallow flowers.Quite curtains hang from the windows then flowded in the soft summer wind.Still smiling A man oppened the door of his house and motioned to me.I went onside and could not believe my eyes,I had believing for waits,In rough mining caps with other gold minors we slept done the hard ground it can been from cold metal palace and spend their days in the difficult search for gold.Here is mine a little house,I experience seem to come to life again,I saw rap in the shining wooded floor.Pictures hang all around of the room and on little tables there was seashells,box and China vases full of folowers.A woman and me in this house into a hom.The pleasure I felt in my heart must showed on my face.The man read my thoughts,"Yes"she smiled,It was all her work,every thing in this room has filt the tough as her hand.One of the picture in the wall was no hang in straight,she noticed,and went to faced it,It spent bend a several times to make sure the picture was really straight,then she gave it a gentle touch with his hand.She always does that he explained to me.It like finishing pat a mother give her child here after she rushed it.I had seen her face this things so often,that I can do it just the way she does,I don't know why I do it,I just do it.As she talked,I realies there was something in this room that she wanted me descover.I looked around ,when my eyes reach the corner rope the room near the firepalce, She broken into a happy laugh in rock his hand together."That's it."She cried out ."you have found it",I know you would,It is her picture.I went to a little black shelf that held a small picture of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen,there was a sweetness and softness in the women's expression and I had never seen before.The man toke the picture from my hands and steer that,She was nineteen on her last birthday, that was the day when we married,When you see her,"Oh,just wait him till him meet her,where is
she now?" I asked."Oh She is away."The man said,putting the picture back on the little black shelf.She went to visit her parents.They lived 40 yars 15 miles from here.She has been gone two weeks today."When will she be back?"I asked. "Well,this is wednesday."He said move waid ,"She will be back on Saterday in the evening" I felt "I am sorry because I must be gone by then" I said."Gone? why should you go?,don't go ,she will be so sorry.You see she likes to have people common stay without her ""No,I really must to leave."I said friendly.He picked up her picture and held it before I eyes."Here."he said."Now you tell to her face and you could have stay to meet her and you would not."Something maybe change my mind,I then looked at the picture for a second time,I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Hangry.That night H and I talked about many diffrent things but mean about her,the next day past quitly ,Thursday evening we had visit her,It was a big green hair my nerening to tom,"I just came for a few minutes just as when she coming at home."he is explained."Is any knows?""Oh,yes"The man replied,I got a letter,would you like to read it? He took a yellow letter out his shirt pocket and read it to us.It was full of loving messages to him and to other people:their cloth ,friends and the neighbours.When the man
finished reading it.He looked at his friend,"Oh, no !you dong it getting town,you are always cry when I read the letter from her.I am going to teller her this time.""Now you must not do that H"the gray hair minor said ,I am getting out, and any littel sorrow makes me cry,I really wants hopping she will be here tonight."The next day ,Friday ,another old manner came to visit .He ask to here the letter,the message in it ,make him cry too, we all miss her so much"he said .Saturday finally came,I found I was looking at my watch very often,H noticed this,"You don't thinks something happen to her,do you?"He ask me.I smiled"Accept it ,I was sure,She was just find ,but he did not seem satisfied".I was glad to see his to friends,Tom and John,coming down the road as the sun began to set .
the old minors were carry in guitars they also brought flowers and bottle of whisky.They put the flowers at faces and began to paly some fanciten lovely songs on their guitars. H 's friends has given hime glasses of whisky which he met him forein.When I reach for one of the two glasses left on the table.Tom stoped my arm."Draft
their glares and take another one he was wispered.He gaven the remaining glasses of whisky to H just this clock began to strike the mid-night.H,empty the glass,his face grow quiter and quiter ohis you said.I am feeling sick,I want to lie down,H,what is a sleep,almost before the words were out of his mouth.In a moment his two friends had picked it back and carry him into a bedroom,they closed the door and came back.They seem to be getting ready to be leave so I said"Please don't go,gentlemen."He will not know me I am a stranger to her.They looked each other."It is his wife has been dead for 20 years"Tom said."Dead,"I wispered,"Dead was it isn't.She went to see her parents about 6 months after she get married,on the way back,on the saturday evening when she was almost here,the end of capture her ,no one ever saw her again.H ,lost his mind esens she is still a life .When you comes
he think she has gone of here trip to see her parents.Then he began to wait for her to come back,he get up a letter on a later and we come around visit,so he can read to us.On the saturday night she is must come home.we come here to be with you.We put sleeping draging his drunk so he will sleep through the night,then he is all right for another year. John pick up his hand and his betone ."We have done this every June for nineteen years."he said.The first year is 23 all of us,now just two of us left,you open the door ,a pretty little house,and two old man dispeared into the darkness in the startness hour. |
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