~The Cat~その1 英語が得意な方翻訳お願いします。
~The Cat~その1 英語が得意な方翻訳お願いします。Have you got a cat? asked the little girl on skates of the man who was leveling off the fresh cement in the sidewalk.I got a great big cat, said the man, and it says Miouooo.The little girl looked down at the man who was on his hands and knees, working swiftly with the trowel, smoothing off the surface of the soft cement. She thought it was wonderful about the big cat, and the way the man mioued was really excellent. He might be big cat himself, on his hands and knees.Miouoo, he said, miouooo, and he lifted his head like a cat letting out mournful cry.He wasn’t joking either. That was the best part of it. She liked the cat very mush.The man had been working on the sidewalk since eight in the morning and now it was around half-past ten. It was the good neighborhood, near the ocean. Neat houses, all alike. The husbands were office workers with small incomes, and the wives were nice housekeepers, bridge-players and radio-listeners. He had listened to the radio of the house on the corner all morning. It was a good jazz orchestra from Chicago with a witty announcer. He couldn’t hear the words clearly but he could tell the announcer was witty from the way he said his words and from the sound of his voice, the intonation of wit. The music was very nice in the morning. He knew the sea wasn’t far away too, and he could smell it. He liked the job very much. He was from a small town, inland, where the houses were close together and stuffy. That was his world. His job had always been in town where there was lots of noise, lots of traffic and smoke. He could smell gasoline, rotted things, poor people and the town itself, which he knew so well. But, out here, in the Sunset Street, it was different and he breathed deeply, smelling the sea and the fresh lawns.He was not a young man in years, but like workmen, he had an honest, simple mind and a kindly heart, and there was in him the capacity to react youthfully to anything good that happened him.(続きを読む)
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