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Now the Special English program American Stories.

Our story is called the diamond lens. It was written by Fids James Obrien. Today we will hear the second and final part of the story. Here is Moris Joice with part two of the diamond lens.

When I was a child, Someone gave me a microscope. I spent hours looking through that microscope, exploring nature's tiny secrets. As I grew I became more interested in microscope than in people. When I was twenty years old. My parents sent me to New York city to study medicine. I never went to any of my classes. Instead, I spent all of my time and a lot of my money trying to build the perfect microscope. I wanted to make a powerful lens that would let me see even the smallest parts of life. But all my experiments failed. Then, one day I met a young man who lived in the apartment above mine. Joe Simon told me about a woman who could speak to the dead. When I visited Madam Vorpice, she let me speak toe the spirit of the man who invented the microscope. The spirit of Antern Neven Holk told me how to make a perfect lens from a diamond of 140 carats. But where could I find a diamond that big?

When I returned home, I went to Simon's apartment. He was surprised to see me and tried to hide a small object in his pocket. I wanted to discover what it was. So I brought two bottles of wine to his apartment. We began to drink. By that time we had finished the first bottle, Simon was very drunken. "Simon, I know you have a secret. Why don't you tell me about it?" Something in my voice must have made him feel safe. He made me promise to keep his secret. Then he took his small box from his pocket. When he opened it, I saw a large diamond. Shape like a roles, a pure white light seemed to come from the deeper inside the diamond. Simon told me he had stolen the diamond from a man in South America. He said it weighed exactly 140 carats.

Exitement shocked my body. I could not believe my luck. On the same evening that the spirit of Neven Holk tells me the secret of the perfect lens. I find the diamond I need to create it. I decided to steal Simon's treasure. I cite across the table from him as drank another glass of wine. I knew I could not simply steal the diamond. Simon would call the police. There was only one way to get the diamond. I had to kill Simon. Everything I needed to murder Simon was right there in his apartment. A bottle full of sleeping powder was on a table near his bed. A long thin knife lay on the table. Simon was so busy looking at his diamond that I was able to put the drug in his glass quite easily. He fell asleep in 15 minutes.

I put his diamond in my pocket and carried Simon to the bed. I wanted to make the police think Simon had killed himself. I picked up Simon's long, thin knife, and stared down at him. I tried to imagine exactly how the knife would enter Simon's heart if he were holding the knife himself. I pushed the knife deep into his heart. I heard a sound come from his throat like the bursting a large bubble. His body moved and his right hand grabbed the handle of the knife. He must have died a mediatly. I washed our glasses and took the two wine bottles away with me. I left the lights on, closed the door and went back to my apartment. Simon's death was not discovered until three o'clock the next day.

One of the neighbours knocked at his door and when there was no answer. She called the police. They discovered Simon's body on the bed. The police questioned everyone. But they did not learn the true. The police finally decided Joe Simon had killed himself. And soon everyone forgot about him. I had committed the perfect crime.

For three months after Simon's death, I worked day and night on my diamond lens. At last the lens was done. My hand shocked as I put a drop of water on a piece of glass. Carefully, I added some oil to the water to prevented from drying. I turned a strong light under the glass and looked through the diamond lens. For a moment, I saw nothing in that drop of water. And then I saw a pure white light. Carefully, I moved a lens of microscope closer to the drop of water. Slowly, the white light began to change. It began to form shapes. I could see clouds and wonderful trees and flowers. These plants were the most unusual colors. Bright reds, greens, purples as well as silver and gold. The branches of these trees moved slowly in a soft wind. Everywhere I looked, I could see fluits and flowers of a thousand different colors.

How strange I thought that there's beautful place as no animal life in it. Then I saw something moving slowly among a brightly colored trees and bushes. The branches of a purple and silver bush were gentlly pushed aside. There, before my eye, stood the most beautful woman I had ever seen. She was perfect. Pink skin, large blue eyes and long golden hair that fell over her shoulders to her knees. She stepped away from the rainbow colored trees like a flower floating around water. She drifted throught the air. Watching her move was like listening to the sound of tiny bells ringing in the wind. She went to rainbow colored trees and looked up at one of them. That tree moved one of its branches that was full of fluit. It lowwed the branch to her and she took one of the fluits. She turned it in her tiny hand and began to eat. How I wished I had the power to enter that bright light and float with her through those beautful forest.

Suddenly, I realized I had fallen in love with this tiny creature. I loved someone who would never love me back. Someone who was a prisoner in a drop of water. I ran out of the room. Threw myself on my bed. and cried till I fell asleep.

Day after day, I returned to my microscope to watch her. I never left my apartment. I rarely even ate your slept. One day as usual, I went to my microscope, ready to watch my love. She was there, but a terrible change had taken place. Her face had become thin and she could hardly walk. The wonderful light in her golden hair and blue eyes was gone. At that moment I would give my soul to become as small as she and enter her world to help her. What was causing her to be so sick? She seemed in great pain. I watched her for hours. Helps and along with my breaking heart. She grew weaker and weaker. The forest also was changing. The trees were losing their wonderful colors. Suddenly I realized I had not looked at the drop of water for several days. I had looked into it with the microscope but not add it.

As soon as I looked at the glass under my microscope I understood the horriable truth. I had forgotten to add more oil to the drop of water to stop it from drying. The drop of water had disappeared. I rushed again to look through the lens. The rainbow forests were all gone. My love lay in a spot of weak light. Her pink body was dried and wrinkled. Her eyes were blacks dust. Slowly, she diappeared for ever. I fainted and woke many hours later. From pieces of my microscope, I had fallen on it when I fainted. My mind was as broken as the diamond lens. I crawled to my bed and withdrawl from the world. When I finally get better a month later. All my money was gone. People now say I am crazy. They call me lenly the mad scientist. No one believes I spoke to the spirit of Neven Holk. They laughed when I tell them how I killed Joe Simon and stole his diamond to make the perfect lens. They think I never saw that beautful world in a drop of water. But I know the true of the diamond lens. And now, so do you.

You have just heard the diamond lens by Fids James Obrien. It was adapted for Special English by Donald Sanctas. Your story teller was Moris Joice. Listen again next week for another American Story told in Special English on the Voice of America. This is Sh*ly Grific.

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