The Street Violinist (小提琴手)
I got up and dressed, stuck my violin under my jacket, and went out into the streets to try my luck. I wandered about for an hour, looking for a likely spot, feeling as though I were about to commit a crime. Then I stopped at last under a bridge near the station and decided to have a try.
I felt tense and nervous. It was the first time, after all. I drew the violin from under my coat like a gun. It was here, in Southampton, with trains rattling (咔嗒咔嗒地行驶) overhead, that I was about to declare myself. One moment I was part of the hurrying crowds, the next I stood apart, my back to the wall, my hat on the pavement before me, the violin under my chin.
The first notes (音符) I played’ were loud and raw, like a declaration of protest, then they settled down and began to run more smoothly and to stay more or less in tune. To my surprise I was neither arrested nor told to shut up. Indeed, nobody took any notice at all. Then a
A. A day.
B. An hour
C. All morning
D. All afternoon.
Yesterday I got up later than usual I had breakfast in a burry and almost! Missed the bus. At school. Mr. Green was absent because be was iii and we studied by ourselves. On my way home from school. met Tom. an old friend of mine. He was going to his aunt’s with bus brother. After supper I began to water TV. After finishing my homework in madl. I was going to bed. when Mr. Smith called me up. He asked me to return tile novel(小说). lie lenl me tile book the other day. I went to bed at eleven. |
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