Сценарий по произведению Рэя Брэдбери «Вино из одуванчиков» на английском языке

RAY BRADBURY - DANDELION WINE

AUTHOR - The thing about the children happened in the middle of summer. Mrs. Bentley, coming out to water the ivy upon her front porch, saw two little pretty girls running near her house.

At the very moment Mrs. Bentley was smiling down upon them with her yellow mask face and called:

MRS BENTLEY “Here! Would you like some ice-cream?”

Girls run up to the house. Mrs. Bentley gives them ice cream. They sit down and begin to eat.

ALICE “I’m Alice, she’s Jane”

MRS BENTLEY “How nice. And I’m Mrs. Bentley. They called me Helen.”

They are surprised.

MRS BENTLEY “Don’t you believe they called me Helen?”

ALICE “I didn’t know old ladies had first names,”

JANE “You never hear them used, he means,”

Mrs. Bentley is laughing.

MRS BENTLEY “My dear, when you are as old as I, they won’t call you Jane, either. Old age is dreadfully formal. It’s always ‘Mr. ’ and ‘Mrs.’

ALICE “How old are you?”

MRS BENTLEY “Seventy-two.”

ALICE “That’s old,”

MRS BENTLEY “I don’t feel any different now than when I was your age,”

JANE “Our age?”

MRS BENTLEY “Yes. Once I was a pretty little girl just like you, Jane, and you, Alice.”

Girls are silent.

JANE “My mother says it isn’t nice to fib. And not to listen to fibs.

MRS BENTLEY “Of course it isn’t. It’s very bad. But who was fibbing to you, Jane?”

JANE “You were.”

MRS BENTLEY “I? About what?”

JANE “About your age. About being a little girl.”

MRS BENTLEY “But I was, many years ago, a little girl just like you.”

JANE “Come on, Alice.”

MRS BENTLEY Don’t you believe me?”

JANE “I don’t know. No.”

ALICE “You’re joking with us. You weren’t really ten ever, were you, Mrs. Bentley?”

JANE “And your name’s not really Helen?”

MRS BENTLEY “Of course it’s Helen! Wait! I’ve some treasures to show you.”

She opened the perfumed kerchief and peered into it as if she herself might be surprised. She drew forth a hair comb, very small and delicate, its rim twinkling with rhinestones.

MRS BENTLEY “I wore this when I was nine,”

JANE “How nice.”

ALICE “Let’s see!”

MRS BENTLEY “And here is a tiny ring I wore when I was eight! It doesn’t fit my finger now.”

JANE “Why, it’s just my size!”

ALICE “And the comb fits my head!”

MRS BENTLEY “And here! It’s me!”

JANE “But it doesn’t look like you. Anybody could get a picture like this, somewhere.”

ALICE“That’s some other little girl, like us. You borrowed it.”

MRS BENTLEY “Listen! You must take these things on faith. Someday you’ll be as old as I. People will say the same! One day you’ll be like me!”

ALICE “No, we won’t!”

JANE “Will we?” they asked one another.

ALICE “Got any more to give us, Mrs. Bentley? More of the little girl’s things?”

Girls are delving into Mrs. Bentley’s things.

MRS BENTLEY “The idea! No one ever doubted I was a girl before. What a silly, horrible thing to do! I don’t mind being old—not really—but I do resent having my childhood taken away from me! It’s part of my life!”

Looks at the laughing girls, who are trying on her clothes and jewelries.

“But does it really belong to me? Or was it the elaborate trick of an old lady convincing herself that she had a past? After all, once a time was over, it was done. You were always in the present. She may have been a girl once, but was not now. Her childhood was gone and nothing could fetch it back. Those children are right! I’m always trying to be the things I was, instead of the person I am tonight! Yes, I see! I see... Alice! Jane! Take this. And this, and this! Pick anything you want! Books, skates, dolls, everything-they’re yours.”

Mrs. Bentley pulls out all her old boxes, clothes, dresses, toys etc. Girls are delighted.

AUTHOR “So the rest of the summer you could see the two little girls sitting on Mrs. Bentley’s front porch and waiting. And when the front door opened, Mrs. Bentley floated out and gave them ice-cream and for half an hour you could see them there on the porch, the children and the old lady laughing and chatting. At last they were good friends. ”