said Soapy in a friendly way. The policeman did not understand Soapy's hint. Men who break On his bench in Madison Square, Soapy moved uneasily. Winter was coming and it was the time for him to look for shelter. Soapy's desires were not great. Three months in prison was what he wanted. There he was sure of a little food and a bed, safe from the winter wind and the cold. For years prison had been his shelter during the winter. Now the time had come again. And that is why he moved uneasily on his bench. Having decided to go to prison, Soapy at once set about fulfilling his desire. There were many easy ways of doing this. The most pleasant was to dine well at some expensive restaurant, and then, after saying that he could not pay, be quietly arrested by a policeman and sent to prison by the judge. Soapy got up and walked out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together. He stopped at the window of a brightly lit cafe. Soapy was shaven, and his coat and tie were decent. But his boots and trousers were shabby. If he could reach a table in the restaurant and nobody saw him, he thought, success would be his. The upper part of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter's mind. A roasted duck, two bottles of wine, a cup of coffee, and a cigar would make him happy for the journey to his winter quarters. But just as Soapy entered the restaurant door, the head waiter's eyes fell upon his shabby trousers and boots. Strong hands turned him round and pushed him to the sidewalk. Soapy turned off Broadway. He had to think of another way of getting to prison. At a corner of Sixth Avenue he saw a brightly lit shop window. Soapy took a stone and threw it at the glass and broke it. People came running around the corner, a policeman at their head. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled when he saw the policeman's blue coat. "Where is the man that has done it?" shouted the policeman. "Do you think I have done it?" windows do not usually remain to speak to policemen. They run away. Just then the policeman saw a man who was hurrying to catch a car. Club in hand, he rushed after that man. Soapy had failed again. On the opposite side of the street was a small and cheap restaurant. Soapy came in, sat down at a table, and ate a beefsteak and an enormous apple-pie. "Now call a policeman. I cannot pay. I have no money," said Soapy. "And don't keep a gentleman waiting." "No cop for you," said the waiter, and seizing Soapy by the collar threw him out of the restaurant. Soapy got up and beat the dust from his clothes. He was in despair. His last hope was to be caught for "disorderly conduct". Soapy began to yell at the top of his voice. He danced and cried like a madman. A policeman who was standing nearby turned his back to Soapy, and remarked to a passer-by: "It's one of those University lads. They are celebrating their traditional holiday. They are noisy; but they mean no harm". Soapy stopped in despair. He buttoned his thin coat against the cold wind and the rain, and walked on. At last he reached a street where there was little traffic and few pedestrians. At a quiet corner he suddenly stopped. There was an old church in front of him. Through one window a soft light shone, and he heard the sweet music of the organ which made him come closer. The moon was above, cold and beautiful, and the music made Soapy suddenly remember those days when his life was full of such things as mothers and roses, and ambitions and friends, and pure thoughts, and clean collars. The organ music set up a revolution in him. There was time yet. He was still young. He would get out of the mire. He would be somebody in the world. He would — Soapy felt a hand on his arm. He looked quickly around into the broad face of a policeman. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Nothing," said Soapy. "Then come along," said the policeman. "Three months' imprisonment," said the judge in the Police Court next morning. (After O. Henry)
1 The Cop and the Anthem ['аепЭэт] "Полицейский и хорал" 2 Having decided to go to prison... Решив попасть в тюрьму... 3 set about fulfilling his desire приступил к осуществлению своего плана (желания) 4 to flow together сливаться 5 would raise no doubt [daut] in the waiter's mind не вызовет никаких сомнений у официанта 6 quarters ['kwo:t8z] зд. квартира, убежище 7 sidewalk ['saidwoik] амер. тротуар 8 Club in hand С дубинкой в руке 9 to keep waiting заставлять ждать 10 beat the dust from his clothes стряхнул пыль с одежды 11 disorderly conduct [dis,o:dali 'kondekt] нарушение общественного порядка, хулиганство 12 to yell at the top of his voice вопить во все горло 13 they mean no harm они безобидны 14 mire['maia] трясина, болото 15 Police Court [pa'li:s ,ko:t] полицейский суд (по мелким делам)
