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Bill's Eyes 
by William March 
(abridged) 
The nurse came into the room where Bill sat and glanced around to assure herself that 
everything was in readiness for the doctor. The fact that such a young, full — blooded man could 

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neither see the charms that she exhibited, nor react to them, because of his blindness, as a man 
should, excited her, and she began to talk nervously: 
«Well, I guess you'll be glad to get this over with. I guess you'll be glad to know for 
certain, one way or the others. 
«l know now,* said Bill, «I*m not worrying. There's no doubt in my mind now, and there 
never was. 
«I must say you've been a good patient. You haven't been upset like most of them are.» -
AVhat's he Hke?« asked Bill. 
«Whatl» she said. «.You've waited a long time now, and if you wait a little longer maybe 
you'll be able to see what lie looks like lor yourself.* 
«I'll be able to see all right, when he takes these banda-ges off,» said Bill, There's no 
question of maybe. I'll be able to see all right.* 
«You're optimistic.* said the nurse. «You're not downhearted. I`ll say that for you.» 
Bill said: «What have 1 got to worry about? This sort of operation made him famous, 
didn't it? It he can't make me see again, who can?» 
That's right,» said the nurse. «V,'hat you say is true.* Bill laughed tolerantly at her 
doubts. «They bring people to him from all over the world, don't tnei? You told me that youiself, 
Sister'. . . . Well, what do you think they do it for? For the sea voyage?* 
That's right,* said the nurse. «You got me there. I don't want to be a we', blanket. 1 just 
said maybe.* 
«You didn't have to tell me what a Sine man he is,» said Bill after a long silence. He 
chuckled, reached out and iried to catch hold of Miss Connors'hand, but she la'Jghed and stepped 
aside. Oon't you think \ knew that myself'?* he continued. 4 knew he 'was a Sine man the minute 
he came into the hospital and spoke to me. I knew —» 
Miss Connors went to the table and rearranged the bouquet of asters which Bill's wife had 
brought for him the day before, narrowing her eyes and holding her face away Srom the flowers 
critically, She stopped all at once and 
straightened up. 
«Listenl» she said. ^That's him now.* 
«Yes,» said Bill. 
Miss Connors went to the door and ope.net! it. «Well, Doctor, your patient is all ready 
and waiting for you.» 
The doctor came to where Bill sat and looked at him professionally, but he did not speak 
at once, He went to the window and drew the dark, heavy curtains. He was a small, plump man, 
with a high, domed forehead, whose hands were so limp, so undecided in their movements that it 
seemed impossible for them to perform the delicate operations, that they did. His eyts were mild, 
dark blue and deeply compassionate. 
«We were just talking about you before you came in,» said Bill. «The nurse and me, [ 
mean, I was trying to get her to tell me what you look I ike.s 
The doctor pulled up a chair and sat facing his patient. «I hope she gave a good report. 1 hope 
she wasn't tco hard on me.» 
«She didn't say,» said Bill. « It wasn't necessary. I know what you look like without being 
told.» 
«Tell me your idea and I'll tell you how right you sre.» 
He moved to the table, switched on a light, and twisted the bulb until it was shaded lo his 
satisfaction. 
«That's easy,* said Bill. «You're a dignified man with snow-white hair, and I see you 
about a head taller than any man 1 ever met. Then yoe've got deep brown eyes that are kind most 
of the time but can blaze up and leek all the way through a man if you think he's got any 
meanness in him, because meanness is the one thing you can't stand, not'having any of it in you.» 
The doctor touched his mild, compassionate eyes with the tips of his finger' «You're a 
long way off,» he said laughingly. «You're miles off this time, Bill.* «He switched off the 

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shaded light on the table adjusted a reflector about his neck, and turned back to his patient, 
entirely professional again.» 
«The room is in complete darkness now,» he said, tLater on, I'll let the light in gradually 
until your eyes get used to it. I generally explain that to my patients so they won't be afraid at 
firsts 
«ChristI» said Bill scornfully. <'Did you think I didn't trust you? . . , Christ! I've got too 
much faith in you to be afraid.* 
I'll take off the bandages now, if you're ready.* «0kay!» said Bill. «I'm not worrying 
any.* «Suppose you tell me about your accident while I work,* said the doctor after a pause. 
«lt'll keep your mind occupied and besides I never did understand the straight of it.* «There's not 
much to tell,» said Bill. I'm married and I've got three kids, like ray wife told you in her letter, so 
I knew I had to work hard to keep my job. They were laying off men at the plant every day, but I 
said it mustn't happen to me. I kept saying to myself that I had to work hard and take chances, 
being a man with responsibilities. I kept saying that I mustn't get laid off, no matter what hap-
pened,' 
«Keep your hands down, Bill,* said the doctor mildly. «Talk as much as you want to, but 
keep your hands in 
your lap.» 
«I guess I overdone it,» continued Bill. «I guess I took too many chances after all. . . . 
Then that drill broke into about a dozen pieces and blined me, but I didn't know what had 
happened to me at first. Well, you know the rest, 
Doc.» 
That was tough,* said the doctor. He sighed soundlessly and shook his head. «That was 
tough luck.» 
What 1 am going to say -may sound silly,* said Bill, «bui I want lo say it once and get it 
off my chest, because there's nothing I'm not willing to do lor a man like you, and I've thought 
about it a lot. . . . Now here's what I want to say just one time: If you ever want me fcr anything, 
ail you get to do is to say the word and I'll drop everything and come running, no matter where I 
am. And when I say anything, 1 mean anything, including my life. ... I just wanted to say it one 
time." 
«I appreciate that,* said the doctor, «and I know you really mean it.» 
«l just wanted to say it,» said Bill. There was a moment silence, and then the doctor 
spoke cautiously; «Everytriing that could be done for a man was done Sor you, Bill, and there's 
no reason to think the operation was unsuccessful. But sometimes it doesn't work, no matter how 
hard we try.s 
«I'm not worrying about that,* said Bill quietly, tbe-cause I've got faith. I know, just as 
sure as I know I'm sitting here, that when you take off the bandages I'll be looking into your 
face.» 
«You might be disappointed,* said the doctor slowly. sYou'J better take that possibility 
into consideration. Don't get your hopes too high » 
«I was only kidding,* said Bill. «H don't make any real difference to me what you look 
like. I was kidding about what I said.» He laughed again. «Forget it,» he said. «Forget it 
The doctor's small, delicate hands rested against his knees. He leaned forward a little and 
peered into his patient's face. His eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, and he could 
distinguish Bill's individual features plainly. He turned on the small, shaded light, shielding it 
with his palm. He sighed, shook his head, and rubbed his hands against his forehead with a 
thoughtful movement. «Have you got some kids at home, too?» asked Bill. 
The doctor went to the window. He pulled gently on the cord, and the thick curtains parted and 
slid back soundlessly. «I have three little girls,* he said. 
The autumn sunlight came strongly into the room and lay in a bright wedge across the floor, 
touching Bill's hands, his, rough, uplifted face, and the wall beyond. 
•Well, now that's funny. I've got three little boys. . . . Can you beat that?» 

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clt's what they call a coincidence,* said the doctor. 
He came back to the chair and stood between Bill and the sunlight. «You can raise your 
hands now, if you want to,» he said wearily. 
Bill lifted his hairy, oil-stained hands and rested them against his temples. He spoke with 
surprise. 
«The bandages are off now, ain't they, Doc?» 
«Yes.» 
The doctor shook his head and moved to one side, and again the strong sunlight fell on 
Bill's broad, good-natured Slavic face. 
«I don't mind telling you, now that I got my eyesight back,* said Bill, *that I've been 
kidding about not being afraid, I've been scared to death most of the time, Doc, but I guess you 
knew that too. That's why I've been acting like a kid today, I guess. It's the relief of having it 
over and knowing that I can see again. . . . You can turn the light on any time you want to. I'm 
ready.* 
The doctor did not answer. 
«My old lady was in to see me yesterday,* continued Bill. «She said they're holding my job for 
me at the plant. I said to tell'em f'm be there to claim it on Monday morning. I'll be glad to get 
back to work again.* 
The doctor went to the door, and spoke gently. «Nurse! . . . Nurse you'd better come in now.» 
She entered at once, went to the table, and stood beside the vase of asters. She looked up 
after a moment and examined Bill's face. He seemed entirely different with the bandages 
removed, and younger, even, than she had thought. As she watched him, he smiled again, pursed 
his lips, and turned his head in the doctor's direction. 
What's the matter with you?» he asked jokingly. «What are you waiting for?» «Ccme on, 
Doc,» he said. «Don't keep me in suspense this way. You can't expect me to know what you look 
like until you turn on the Sights, now can you?* 
rously at the vacant wall, a yard to the left cine how paunchy I'm getting to be.

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CONTENTS 
Introduction 
I.Theoretical Guides………………………………………………………………… 
Lexical problems of translation……………………………………………..............
Phraseological problems of translation.............................…………………………..
Grammatical problems of translation..........................................................................
II.Exerciseses……………………………………………………………………….. 
Exercises on lexical problems of translation ……………………………………….. 
Exercise on phraseological problems of translation..............................................
Exercises on gramma tical problems of translation ....................................................
Revision exercises of mixed type........................................................................... . .
III. Texts…………………………………………………………………………… 
A. 1. Martin Arrowsmlth (part 1) by Sinclair Lewis .................................................
2. The Lumber-Room (part I) by Hector Munro ………………………………......
3. One Stair Up by Campbell Nalrne..........................................................................
B. 1. Martin Arrowsmith {part II) by Sinclair Lewis ................................................
2. The Lumber-Room (part II) by Hec'or Munro ....................................................
3. The Escape by Somerset .MaLisjhan....................................................................
4. Ten Days that Shook the World by John Reed . . ……………………………….
C. 1. Sister Carrie by Theodor Dreiser.......................................................................
2. The Forsyte Saga by John Oalsworlliv…………………………………….....
3. Bill's Eyes by William March (abridged)...............................................................