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6.Write
a summary of the story in your own words. Your teacher will tell you
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little test to find how much you remember.
1.The Monkey's
Paw
"Be careful what
you wish for, you may receive it." -- Anonymous
Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the
small parlour of Laburnum villa the blinds were drawn and the
fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess; the
former, who posessed ideas about the game involving radical chances,
putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that
it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady
knitting placidly by the fire.
"Hark at the wind," said Mr. White, who,
having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably
desirous of preventing his son from seeing it.
"I'm listening," said the latter grimly
surveying the board as he streched out his hand. "Check."
"I should hardly think that he's come tonight,
" said his father, with his hand poised over the board.
"Mate," replied the son.
"That's the worst of living so far out,"
balled Mr. White with sudden and unlooked-for violence; "Of all
the beastly, slushy, out of the way places to live in, this is
the worst. Path's a bog, and the road's a torrent. I don't know what
people are thinking about. I suppose because only two houses in the
road are let, they think it doesn't matter."
"Never mind, dear," said his wife
soothingly; "perhaps you'll win the next one."
Mr. White looked up sharply, just in time to
intercept a knowing glance between mother and son. the words died
away on his lips, and he hid a guilty grin in his thin grey
beard.
"There he is," said Herbert White as the
gate banged to loudly and heavy footsteps came toward
the door.
The old man rose with hospitable haste and opening
the door, was heard condoling with the new arrival. The new
arrival also condoled with himself, so that Mrs. White said, "Tut,
tut!" and coughed gently as her husband entered the room
followed by a tall, burly man, beady of eye and rubicund of
visage.
"Sargeant-Major Morris, " he said,
introducing him.
The Sargeant-Major took hands and taking the
proffered seat by the fire, watched contentedly as his host got out
whiskey and tumblers and stood
a small copper kettle on the fire.
At the third glass his eyes got brighter, and
he began to talk, the little family circle regarding with eager
interest this visitor from distant parts, as he squared his
broad shoulders in the chair and spoke of wild scenes and dougty
deeds; of wars and plagues and strange peoples.
"Twenty-one years of it," said Mr. White,
nodding at his wife and son. "When he went away he was a slip of
a youth in the warehouse. Now look at him."
"He don't look to have taken much harm."
said Mrs. White politely.
"I'd like to go to India myself," said the
old man, just to look around a bit, you know."
"Better where you are," said the
Sargent-Major, shaking his head. He put down the empty glass and
sighning softly, shook it again.
"I should like to see those old temples and
fakirs and jugglers," said the old man. "what was that that
you started telling me the other day about a monkey's paw or
something, Morris?"
"Nothing." said the soldier hastily.
"Leastways, nothing worth hearing."
"Monkey's paw?" said Mrs. White
curiously.
"Well, it's just a bit of what you might call
magic, perhaps." said the Sargeant-Major off-handedly.
His three listeners leaned forward eagerly. The
visitor absent-mindedly put his empty glass to his lips and then set
it down again. His host filled it for him again.
"To look at," said the Sargent-Major,
fumbling in his pocket, "it's just an ordinary little
paw, dried to a mummy."
He took something out of his pocket and proffered
it. Mrs. White drew back with a grimace, but her son, taking
it, examined it curiously.
"And what is there special about it?"
inquired Mr. White as he took it from his son, and having
examined it, placed it upon the table.
"It had a spell put on it by an old Fakir,"
said the Sargent-Major, "a very holy man. He wanted to
show that fate ruled people's lifes, and that those who interefered
with it did so to their sorrow. He put a spell on it so that
three separate men could each have three wishes from it."
His manners were so impressive that his
hearers were concious that their light laughter had jarred
somewhat.
"Well, why don't you have three, sir?"
said Herbert White cleverly.
The soldier regarded him the way that middle age is
wont to regard presumptious youth."I have," he said
quietly, and his blotchy face whitened.
"And did you really have the three wishes
granted?" asked Mrs. White.
"I did," said the seargent-major, and his
glass tapped against his strong teeth.
"And has anybody else wished?"
persisted the old lady.
"The first man had his three wishes. Yes, "
was the reply, "I don't know what the first two were, but the
third was for death. That's how I got the paw."
His tones were so grave that a hush fell upon
the group.
"If you've had your three wishes it's no good
to you now then Morris," said the old man at last. "What do
you keep it for?"
The soldier shook his head. "Fancy I
suppose," he said slowly." I did have some idea of selling
it, but I don't think I will. It has caused me enough mischief
already. Besides, people won't buy. They think it's a fairy
tale, some of them; and those who do think anything of it want to
try it first and pay me afterward."
"If you could have another three wishes,"
said the old man, eyeing him keenly," would you have
them?"
"I don't know," said the other. "I
don't know."
He took the paw, and dangling it between his
forefinger and thumb, suddenly threw it upon the
fire. White, with a slight cry, stooped down and snatched it off.
"Better let it burn," said the soldier
solemnly.
"If you don't want it Morris," said the
other, "give it to me."
"I won't." said his friend doggedly.
"I threw it on the fire. If you keep it, don't blame me
for what happens. Pitch it on the fire like a sensible man."
The other shook his head and examined his possesion
closely. "How do you do it?" he inquired.
"Hold it up in your right hand, and wish
aloud," said the seargent-major, "But I warn you of the
consequences."
"Sounds like the 'Arabian Nights'", said
Mrs. White, as she rose and began to set the supper. "Don't you
think you might wish for four pairs of hands for me."
Her husband drew the talisman from his pocket, and
all three burst into laughter as the Seargent-Major, with a look of
alarm on his face, caught him by the arm.
"If you must wish," he said gruffly, "Wish
for something sensible."
Mr. White dropped it back in his pocket, and placing
chairs, motioned his friend to the table. In the business of supper
the talisman was partly forgotten, and afterward the three sat
listening in an enthralled fashion to a second installment of
the soldier's adventures in India.
"If the tale about the monkey's paw is not more
truthful than those he has been telling us," said
Herbert, as the door closed behind thier guest, just in time
to catch the last train, "we shan't make much out of it."
"Did you give anything for it, father?"
inquired Mrs. White, regarding her husband closely.
"A trifle," said he, colouring
slightly, "He didn't want it, but I made him take it. And he
pressed me again to throw it away."
"Likely," said Herbert, with pretended
horror. "Why, we're going to be rich, and famous, and happy.
Wish to be an emporer, father, to begin with; then you can't
be henpecked."
He darted around the table, persued by the maligned
Mrs White armed with an antimacassar.
Mr. White took the paw from his pocket and eyed it
dubiously. "I don't know what to wish for, and that's a
fact," he said slowly. It seems to me I've got all I want."
"If you only cleared the house, you'd be quite
happy, wouldn't you!" said Herbert, with his hand on his
shoulder. "Well, wish for two hundred pounds, then; that'll just
do it."
His father, smiling shamefacedly at his own
credulity, held up the talisman, as his son, with a solemn face,
somewhat marred by a wink at his mother, sat down and struck a few
impressive chords.
"I wish for two hundred pounds," said the
old man distinctly.
A fine crash from the piano greeted his
words, interupted by a shuddering cry from the old man. His
wife and son ran toward him.
"It moved," he cried, with a glance of
disgust at the object as it lay on the floor. "As I wished, it
twisted in my hand like a snake."
"Well, I don't see the money," said his
son, as he picked it up and placed it on the table, "and I bet I
never shall."
"It must have been your fancy, father,"
said his wife, regarding him anxiously.
He shook his head. "Never mind, though; there's
no harm done, but it gave me a shock all the same."
They sat down by the fire again while the two men
finished thier pipes. Outside, the wind was higher than ever,
an the old man started nervously at the sound of a door
banging upstairs. A silence unusual and depressing settled on
all three, which lasted until the old couple rose to retire for the
rest of the night.
"I expect you'll find the cash tied up in a big
bag in the middle of your bed," said Herbert, as he bade them
goodnight, " and something horrible squatting on top of
your wardrobe watching you as you pocket your ill-gotten
gains."
He sat alone in the darkness, gazing at the
dying fire, and seeing faces in it. The last was so horrible and so
simian that he gazed at it in amazement. It got so vivid
that, with a little uneasy laugh, he felt on the
table for a glass containig a little water to throw over it. His hand
grasped the monkey's paw, and with a little shiver he
wiped his hand on his coat and went up to bed.
In the brightness of the wintry sun next
morning as it streamed over the breakfast table he laughed at his
fears. There was an air of prosaic wholesomeness about
the room which it had lacked on the previous night, and the dirty,
shriveled little paw was pitched on the side-board
with a carelessness which betokened no great belief
in its virtues.
"I suppose all old soldiers are the same,"
said Mrs White. "The idea of our listening to such nonsense!
How could wishes be granted in these days? And if they could,
how could two hundred pounds hurt you, father?"
"Might drop on his head from the sky,"
said the frivolous Herbert.
"Morris said the things happened so naturally,"
said his father, "that you might if you so wished attribute
it to coincedence."
"Well don't break into the money before I come
back," said Herbert as he rose from the table. "I'm afraid
it'll turn you into a mean, avaricious man, and we shall have to
disown you."
His mother laughed, and following him to the door,
watched him down the road; and returning to the breakfast table, was
very happy at the expense of her husband's credulity. All of
which did not prevent her from scurrying to the door at the
postman's knock, nor prevent her from referring
somewhat shortly to retired Sargeant-Majors of bibulous
habits when she found that the post brought a tailor's bill.
"Herbert will have some more of his funny
remarks, I expect, when he comes home," she said as they sat at
dinner.
"I dare say," said Mr. White,
pouring himself out some beer; "but for all that, the thing
moved in my hand; that I'll swear to."
"You thought it did," said the old lady
soothingly.
"I say it did," replied the other. "There
was no thought about it; I had just - What's the matter?"
His wife made no reply. She was watching the
mysterious movements of a man outside, who, peering in an
undecided fashion at the house, appeared to be trying to make
up his mind to enter. In mental conexion with the two hundred pounds,
she noticed that the stranger was well dressed, and wore a silk hat
of glossy newness. Three times he paused at the gate, and then
walked on again. The fourth time he stood with his hand upon it, and
then with sudden resolution flung it open and walked up the
path. Mrs White at the same moment placed her hands behind her, and
hurriedly unfastening the strings of her apron,
put that useful article of apparel beneath the cusion of her
chair.
She brought the stranger, who seemed ill at ease,
into the room. He gazed at her furtively, and listened
in a preoccupied fashion as the old lady apologized for the
appearance of the room, and her husband's coat, a garment
which he usually reserved for the garden. She then waited as
patiently as her sex would permit for him to broach his business, but
he was at first strangely silent.
"I - was asked to call," he said at last,
and stooped and picked a piece of cotton from his trousers. "I
come from 'Maw and Meggins.' "
The old lady started. "Is anything the matter?"
she asked breathlessly. "Has anything happened to
Herbert? What is it? What is it?
Her husband interposed. "There there mother,"
he said hastily. "Sit down, and don't jump to
conclusions. You've not brought bad news, I'm sure sir," and
eyed the other wistfully.
"I'm sorry - " began the visitor.
"Is he hurt?" demanded the mother
wildly.
The visitor bowed in assent."Badly hurt,"
he said quietly, "but he is not in any pain."
"Oh thank God!" said the old woman,
clasping her hands. "Thank God for that! Thank - "
She broke off as the sinister meaning of the
assurance dawned on her and she saw the awful
confirmation of her fears in the others averted face. She caught her
breath, and turning to her slower-witted husband, laid her
trembling hand on his. There was a long silence.
"He was caught in the machinery," said the
visitor at length in a low voice.
"Caught in the machinery," repeated Mr.
White, in a dazed fashion,"yes."
He sat staring out the window, and taking his wife's
hand between his own, pressed it as he had been wont to do in their
old courting days nearly forty years before.
"He was the only one left to us," he said,
turning gently to the visitor. "It is hard."
The other coughed, and rising, walked slowly
to the window. " The firm wishes me to covey their sincere
sympathy with you in your great loss," he said,
without looking round. "I beg that you will understand I am only
their servant and merely obeying orders."
There was no reply; the old womans face was white,
her eyes staring, and her breath inaudible; on the husband's
face was a look such as his freind the seargent might have
carried into his first action.
"I was to say that Maw and Meggins disclaim all
responsibility," continued the other. "They admit no
liability at all, but in consideration of your son's services,
they wish to present you with a certain sum as compensation."
Mr. White dropped his wife's hand, and rising to his
feet, gazed with a look of horror at his visitor. His dry lips shaped
the words, "How much?"
"Two hundred pounds," was the answer.
Unconcious of his wife's shriek, the
old man smiled faintly, put out his hands like a sightless
man, and dropped, a senseless heap, to the floor.
Part III
In the huge new cemetary, some two miles
distant, the old people buried their dead, and came back to
the house steeped in shadows and silence. It was all over so
quickly that at first they could hardly realize it, and remained in a
state of expectation as though of something else to happen -
something else which was to lighten this load, too
heavy for old hearts to bear.
But the days passed, and expectations gave way to
resignation - the hopeless resignation of the old, sometimes
mis-called apathy. Sometimes they hardly exchanged a word, for
now they had nothing to talk about, and their days were long to
weariness.
It was a about a week after that the old man, waking
suddenly in the night, stretched out his hand and found himself
alone. The room was in darkness, and the sound of subdued
weeping came from the window. He raised himself in bed and
listened.
"Come back," he said tenderly. "You
will be cold."
"It is colder for my son," said the old
woman, and wept afresh.
The sounds of her sobs died away on his ears. The
bed was warm, and his eyes heavy with sleep. He dozed fitfully,
and then slept until a sudden wild cry from his wife awoke him with a
start.
"THE PAW!" she cried wildly. "THE
MONKEY'S PAW!"
He started up in alarm. "Where? Where is it?
Whats the matter?"
She came stumbling across the room toward
him. "I want it," she said quietly. "You've not
destroyed it?"
"It's in the parlour, on the bracket,"
he replied, marveling. "Why?"
She cried and laughed together, and bending over,
kissed his cheek.
"I only just thought of it," she said
hysterically. "Why didn't I think of it before? Why didn't you
think of it?"
"Think of what?" he questioned.
"The other two wishes," she replied
rapidly. "We've only had one."
"Was not that enough?" he demanded
fiercely.
"No," she cried triumphantly;
"We'll have one more. Go down and get it quickly, and wish our
boy alive again."
The man sat in bed and flung the bedcloths
from his quaking limbs."Good God, you are mad!" he cried
aghast. "Get it," she panted; "get it quickly,
and wish - Oh my boy, my boy!"
Her husband struck a match and lit the candle.
"Get back to bed he said unsteadily. "You don't know
what you are saying."
"We had the first wish granted," said the
old woman, feverishly; "why not the second?"
"A coincidence," stammered the old
man.
"Go get it and wish," cried his wife,
quivering with exitement.
The old man turned and regarded her, and his voice
shook. "He has been dead ten days, and besides he - I
would not tell you else, but - I could only recognize him by his
clothing. If he was too terrible for you to see then, how now?"
"Bring him back," cried the old woman, and
dragged him towards the door. "Do you think I fear the
child I have nursed?"
He went down in the darkness, and felt
his way to the parlour, and then to the mantlepiece. The
talisman was in its place, and a horrible fear that the unspoken
wish might bring his mutillated son before him ere he could
escape from the room seized up on him, and he caught his
breath as he found that he had lost the direction of the door. His
brow cold with sweat, he felt his way round the table, and groped
along the wall until he found himself in the small passage with the
unwholesome thing in his hand.
Even his wife's face seemed changed as he entered
the room. It was white and expectant, and to his fears seemed
to have an unnatural look upon it. He was afraid of her.
"WISH!" she cried in a strong voice.
"It is foolish and wicked," he
faltered.
"WISH!" repeated his wife.
He raised his hand. "I wish my son alive
again."
The talisman fell to the floor, and he regarded it
fearfully. Then he sank trembling into a chair as the old
woman, with burning eyes, walked to the window and raised the blind.
He sat until he was chilled with the cold, glancing
ocasionally at the figure of the old woman peering through the
window. The candle-end, which had burned below the rim of the
china candlestick, was throwing pulsating shadows on
the ceiling and walls, until with a flicker
larger than the rest, it expired. The old man, with an unspeakable
sense of relief at the failure of the talisman, crept back back to
his bed, and a minute afterward the old woman came silently and
apethetically beside him.
Neither spoke, but lat silently listening to the
ticking of the clock. A stair creaked, and a squeaky mouse scurried
noisily through the wall. The darkness was oppressive,
and after lying for some time screwing up his courage,
he took the box of matches, and striking one, went downstairs for a
candle.
At the foot of the stairs the match went out, and he
paused to strike another; and at the same moment a knock came
so quiet and stealthy as to be scarcely audible,
sounded on the front door.
The matches fell from his hand and spilled in
the passage. He stood motionless, his breath suspended until
the knock was repeated. Then he turned and fled swiftly back
to his room, and closed the door behind him. A third knock sounded
through the house.
"WHATS THAT?" cried the old woman,
starting up.
"A rat," said the old man in shaking
tones - "a rat. It passed me on the stairs."
His wife sat up in bed listening. A loud knock
resounded through the house.
"It's Herbert!"
She ran to the door, but her husband was before her,
and catching her by the arm, held her tightly.
"What are you going to do?" he whispered
hoarsely.
"It's my boy; it's Herbert!" she cried,
struggling mechanically. "I forgot it was two miles away. What
are you holding me for? Let go. I must open the door."
"For God's sake don't let it in," cried
the old man, trembling.
"You're afraid of your own son,"
she cried struggling. "Let me go. I'm coming, Herbert;
I'm coming."
There was another knock, and another. The old woman
with a sudden wrench broke free and ran from the room.
Her husband follwed to the landing, and called after her
appealingly as she hurried downstairs. He heard the
chain rattle back and the bolt drawn slowly and stiffly from
the socket. Then the old womans voice, strained and panting.
"The bolt," she cried loudly. "Come
down. I can't reach it."
But her husband was on his hands and knees groping
wildly on the floor in search of the paw. If only he could
find it before the thing outside got in. A perfect fusillade
of knocks reverberated throgh the house, and he heard the scraping
of a chair as his wife as his wife put it down in the passage against
the door. He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly
back, and at the same moment he found the monkeys's paw, and
frantically breathed his third and last wish.
The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes
of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back, and
the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a
long loud wail of dissapointment and misery from his wife gave him
the courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate
beyond. The streetlamp flickering opposite shone on a quiet
and deserted road.
2. En
la ciudad de Laburnum,había una casa en la que un hombre y su hijo
jugaban al ajedrez en su salón,cuando de repente llama a la puerta de
la casa un sargento, llamado Morris.Este sargento entonces les contó
al señor White,a su hijo y a su esposa una historia sobre una pata
de mono que llevaba con él y no se atrevía a vender, que al parecer
concedía tres deseos si los pedías en voz alta y se concedían
unos pocos segundos . El señor White entonces quiso tener aquella
pata aunque el sargento le aconsejó que la destruyera,cosa a lo que
el señor se negó rotundamente. Al marcharse el sargento, el hombre
pidió el deseo de obtener doscientas libras. Después de haber
pedido este deseo llegó un hombre a informarles de que su hijo había
fallecido aplastado por unas maquinas en su trabajo y que la empresa
les mandaba la cantidad de doscientas libras.Su mujer echó a llorar
desconsoladamente. Pasaron dos semanas después de enterrar a su
hijo, cuando la señora le dijo a su marido que pidiera el deseo de
que su hijo resucitara, el se negaba a volver a usar la pata de
mono, hasta que la mujer consiguió pedir el deseo,cuando llegó la
noche se escuchó un ruido en la puerta, ella fue a abrirla, esto lo
intentó detener el señor White, pero que no pudo conseguir. La
mujer fue desesperada para abrir la puerta pero el hombre formuló
su último deseo, y en ese mismo instante toda la casa se llenó de
silencio.
3.
Parlour: salón
Blinds: persianas
Brightly: brillantemente
Sharp: agudo
Perils: peligros
White-haired: pelo blanco
Knitting: tejer
Amiably: amablemente
Desirous: deseoso
Grimly: sombríamente
Surveying: topografía
Beastly: bestial
Slushy: sentimenaloide
Soothingly: con dulzura
Sharply:bruscamente
Guilty: culpable
Gate: puerta
Banged: golpeó
Footsteps: pasos
Toward: hacia
Condoling: pésame
Rubicund: rubicundo
Stood: estaba
Brighter: más brillante
Eager: ansioso
Deeds: obras
Paw: pata
Host: anfitrión
Filled: lleno
Fumbling: revuelto
Proffered: ofrecía
Grimace: hacer muecas
Inquired: investigado
Inquired: investigado
Sorrow: dolor
Wishes: deseos
Manners: modales
Hearers: oyentes
Whitened: blanqueados
Wished: deseaba
Tones: tones
Fancy: fantasía
Mischief: travesura
Besides: además de
Fairy: hada
Tale: cuento
Afterward: después
keenly: profundamente
Forefinger: dedo índice
Thumb: pulpar
Threw: lanzó
Solemnly: solemneme
Doggedly: obstinadamente
Blame: culpa
Enthralled: cautivados
Truthful: veraz
Guest: invitado
Slightly: ligeramente
Maligned: calumniado
Dubiously: dudosamente
Shamefacedly: con vergüenza
Distinctly: distintivamente
Greeted: saludó
Shuddering: estremeciéndose
Pipes: tuberías
Nervously: neviosamente
Banging: golpeando
squatting: cuclillas
Wardrobe: armario
Ill-gotten: mal adquirido
Gazed: miró
Vivid: vivido
Uneasy: inquieto
Felt: sentido
Grasped: comprendido
Shiver: tiritar
Wiped: se limpió
Wintry: invernal
Fears: temores
Wholesomeness: salubridad
Shriveled: arrugado
Pitched: inclinado
Side-board: aparador
Carelessness: descuido
Betokened: presagiada
Belief: creencia
Nonsense: disparate
Granted: concedido
Frivolous: frívolo
Attribute: atributo
Afraid: asustado
Disown: desconocer
Shuddering: estremeciendose
Glossy: lustroso
Flung: arrojó
Unfastening: desaborchando
Apron: delantal
beneath: debajo
garment: prenda
breathlessly: sin aliento
Wistfully: nostalgia
Pain: dolor
awful: horrible
Liability: resposabilidad
Unconcious: inconsciente
sightless: ciego
triumphantly: triunfantemente
flung: arrojó
glancing: mirando
motionless: inmovil
rattle: sonajero
frantically: frenéticamente
streetlamp: farola
flickering: parpadeo
deserted: abandonado
4. Ok
5. Ok
6.In the city of Laburnum, there was a house in which a man and his son playing chess , suddenly knocks on the door of the house a sergeant.The sergeant then told Mr. White, his son and his wife a story about a monkey's paw ,it granted three wishes if you asked aloud and were granted a few seconds. Mr. White then would have that leg while the sergeant advised him to destroy it, something to what Mr. flatly refused. On leaving the sergeant, the man asked the desire for two hundred pounds. Having requested this desire came a man to inform them that their son had died crushed by a machine at work and the company sent them the amount of two hundred libras .Two weeks after, burying his son, when the lady told her husband to ask the wish that his son back to life, he refused to re-use the monkey's paw, until the woman managed to make a wish, when evening had heard a noise at the door, she went to open it, it tried to stop Mr. White, but could not get. She open the door but at that moment the whole house was filled with silence.
7.
-What is the name of sergeant?5. Ok
6.In the city of Laburnum, there was a house in which a man and his son playing chess , suddenly knocks on the door of the house a sergeant.The sergeant then told Mr. White, his son and his wife a story about a monkey's paw ,it granted three wishes if you asked aloud and were granted a few seconds. Mr. White then would have that leg while the sergeant advised him to destroy it, something to what Mr. flatly refused. On leaving the sergeant, the man asked the desire for two hundred pounds. Having requested this desire came a man to inform them that their son had died crushed by a machine at work and the company sent them the amount of two hundred libras .Two weeks after, burying his son, when the lady told her husband to ask the wish that his son back to life, he refused to re-use the monkey's paw, until the woman managed to make a wish, when evening had heard a noise at the door, she went to open it, it tried to stop Mr. White, but could not get. She open the door but at that moment the whole house was filled with silence.
7.
-How much money did you got for the death of his son?
-How many wishes can you make?
-When the sergeant came, what is the play that the family were playing?
-How did was death the son ?
-What happens in the end ?
- What did was the last wishes ?
-What was the woman wanted?
-Why disappeared the person,when the woman open the door?
-Now, you invent a new end for the history
