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TEXT 2: A CONVERSATION WITH MY FATHER GRACE PALEY
My father is eighty-six years old and in bed. His heart, that bloody motor, is equally old and will not certain jobs any more. It still floods his head with brainy light. But won’t let his legs carry the weight of his body around the house. Despite my metaphors, this muscle failure is not due to his old heart, he says, but to a potassium shortage. Sitting on one pillow, leaning on three, he offers last minute advice and makes a request.
“I would like to write a simple story just once more,” he says,” the kind de Maupassant wrote, or Chekhov, the kind you used to write. Just recognizable people and then write down what happened to them next
I say, “Yes, why not? That’s possible.” I want to please him, though I don’t remember writing that way. I would like to try to tell such story, if he means the kind that begins: “There was a woman…” followed by plot, absolute line between two points which I’ve always despised. Not for literary reasons, but because it takes all hope away. Everyone, real or invented, deserves the open destiny of life.
Finally I thought of a story that had been happening for a couple of years right across the street. I wrote it down, then read it aloud. “Pa,” I said, “how about this? Do you mean something like this?”
Once in my time there was a woman and she had a son. They lived nicely, in a small apartment in Manhattan. This boy at about fifteen became a junkie, which is not unusual in our neighborhood.
In order to maintain her close friendship with him, she became a junkie too. She said it was part of the youth culture, with which she felt very much at home. After a while, for a number of reasons, the boy gave it all up and left the city and his mother in disgust. Hopeless and alone, she grieved. We all visited her.
Hallo My friend! How are you?
I want to tell you about my holiday! I went to Rome with my mother. We stayed for a week in a small hotel near the Colosseum. The hotel was nice. During the day we walked around the city. We saw all famous places and threw a coin in the Trevi Fountain. We took a lot of photos. In the evening we went to restaurants and had pasta. We had great time. The only problem – it was very hot and it was difficult to cross the road! I will send you some photos!
What about you? Did you go to Italy? Where have you been this summer?
Sorry. I have to go! Write me!
Bye!
My family isn't large. Besides my parents I have an elder brother whose name is Igor. He is 19 and he is a student of the institute.
My mother's name is Inna Vasilievna. She is 39 and she is a nurse in our hospital. My mother is very pretty and kind.
My father's name is Ivan Petrovich. He is 42 and he is a driver in the same hospital. My father is very strong and strict.
Our grandmother and grandfather live with us. They are very old but very kind.
I am Diana. I am 13 and I am a student of the secondary school. I am not very tall but I am not short either.
We are a friendly family and we try to get along with each other.
Моя семья небольшая. Кроме моих родителей у меня есть старший брат, его зовут Игорь. Ему 19, и он учится в институте.
Мою маму зовут Инна Васильевна. Ей 39 лет, и она работает медсестрой в нашей больнице. Моя мама очень красивая и добрая.
Моего отца зовут Иван Петрович. Ему 42 года, и он работает водителем в той же больнице. Мой отец очень сильный и строгий.
Наши бабушка и дедушка живут с нами. Они очень старенькие, но очень добрые.
Я Диана. Мне 13 лет, и я учусь в средней школе. Я не очень высокая, но я не маленькая.
Мы дружная семья, и мы стараемся ладить друг с другом.