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Первая, часть Акта 1, Сцена 5.
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Romeo & Juliet in Modern English: Act 1, Scene 5 (part; Romeo meets Juliet)
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A serving man with a jug approached the table where Romeo was standing and poured some wine into a glass. He lifted the glass and handed it to Romeo but just as Romeo was about to take it a girl he had never seen before passed in front of him, dancing with a rather formal looking stranger.
Romeo drew his breath in sharply. The serving man, thinking Romeo had taken the glass, let go and it crashed on the floor. It made Romeo snap out of his trance. He looked down to see his shoes splashed with wine and the serving man trying to wipe it off with his apron. He didn’t take it in, though – his mind was completely preoccupied with the heavenly image before him, moving so gracefully to the music.
‘Who’s that girl dancing with that fellow over there?’ he said, indicating the couple.
‘I don’t know, Sir,’ the man mumbled. He poured a fresh glass and, leaving it on the table, got away from Romeo as fast as he could.
Romeo stared. She was so beautiful that she made the torches around the hall appear to grow dim. She was a dazzling jewel illuminating the dark night sky. She stood out from the other girls like a snowy dove in a field of crows. She… Oh. he could never find the words to describe her. She couldn’t be real: such beauty wasn’t possible. ‘I don’t believe what I’m seeing.’ he said aloud and pushed his mask right up to the top of his head to see better.
At that very moment Tybalt strolled by, close enough to touch him.
Tybalt stopped. He turned. ‘Go and get my rapier, Boy,’ he instructed his page.
How dare a Montague come here, his face disguised in a festive mask, to mock his family? The Montague was asking for trouble. If he got himself killed he’d have only himself to blame. How dare he!
Romeo didn’t even see him: nothing existed but the girl. What a fool he was to think he had been in love with Rosaline! He must have been blind. He had never seen real beauty until tonight.
Tybalt didn’t know what to do. He looked around helplessly and caught sight of his uncle sitting talking to an elderly relative. Surely the head of the family wouldn’t stand for it once he knew there was a Montague gatecrashing his party. Tybalt stormed across to him.
‘What’s the matter?’ said Capulet. ‘I wish you could see your face.’
‘That boy over there.’ said Tybalt.
‘What about him?’
‘Uncle, he’s a Montague. Look at him. He’s making a mockery of our festivities.’
Capulet fumbled for his spectacles and put them on. ‘Ah,’ he said. ‘Isn’t that young Romeo?’
‘Exactly,’ said Tybalt. ‘I’m going to kill him. I’m…’
His uncle put a restraining hand on his arm. ‘Take it easy, my boy. Let him be.
He’s a nice enough young fellow: he’s not doing any harm. I’ve heard he’s well known in Verona for his good manners.’ Capulet’s grip tightened as his nephew tried to shake him off.
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While that was going on Romeo decided to make a move. When the dance ended he would follow his dream girl and find the opportunity to take her hand. He shivered with the anticipation of touching her. He knew it was out of order but that’s what he was going to do.
Her partner gave a small bow. turned and left her. She walked swiftly to the place most of the other girls were making for – the long porch that ran along one side of the hall and separated from it by a row of columns. Capulet had opened all the doors and it was cooler there. It was also less well lit.
Romeo went to the other end of the hall and out on to the porch. Then he doubled back to where Juliet stood beside one of the columns. He tiptoed up on her and stopped behind the column. Her hands were folded in front of her and she swayed in time to the music.
He had better work fast, before someone came and took her back in to dance.
He could feel his heart beating as he contemplated what he was going to do. Suppose she rejected him! Suppose she cried out!
As he was wondering how he was going to go about it she put her hands behind her back and folded them. This was the signal. He reached out and took one of them.
He felt her tense up slightly but before she could pull her hand away he leant forward and whispered in her ear.
‘If you find my hands too rough, I have two gentle lips ready to soothe you.’
To his surprise she relaxed. She did not turn round, though. Instead of making her hand free as he had expected she smiled.
‘No,’ she said. ‘Don’t speak so badly of your hand. When two hands touch like this what they’re doing is kissing.’ She rolled her hand round in his so that their palms met. The touch of her palm against his sent delicious feelings all through him. ‘See,’ she said. ‘See what a lovely kiss this is?’
He moved closer. Their bodies touched and they stayed like that, pressed against each other, for a long time before he spoke again.
‘You’re right. We’ve also got lips, though.’
‘Yes.’ she said. ‘But lips are used for praying.’
‘So are hands.’ breathed Romeo. ‘So let our lips do the same as our hands. I’m praying that you’ll kiss me. If you don’t I’ll die.’
‘I can’t grant your prayer,’ she said. ‘You’d have to go to Friar Lawrence’s chapel for that: the saint’s statue that stands there grants prayers. Even though it doesn’t move.’
‘Don’t you move then,’ he whispered. ‘You are my saint. Stay still and answer my prayer.’
She turned her head then and allowed him to kiss her. Her lips were soft – it was a kiss that was wonderful beyond words. /
Time disappeared.
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Now, what if we tried to transpose this in the 21st century, in Ukraine?
Ромео и Джульетта.
If we are to, as we are to, fall in love, why not do it romantically (while also doing it realistically, of course)?
And what if we added a hot part to this scene? Ohhh… (Wink!)
Может быть мечта может стать реальностью…