A Jury of Her Peers by Susan Glaspell (for intermediate)

A Jury of her Peers is a short story by Susan Glaspell. It is about womenThis is one of the best stories from our collection of short stories by American writers and it is adapted for the intermediate level. It is a story about women and their understanding.

The story tells that one day two women, the policeman’s wife and the sheriff’s wife, happened to accompany their men to the place of a crime, which had been commited in the lonely house of their old friend — Minnie Foster. It was Minnie Foster’s husband who was dead.

The story «A Jury of her peers» to read in Russian online — Суд ее подруг (перевод с английского)

A Jury of Her Peers

by Susan Glaspell. Adaptation by Т. Nabeeva

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Part 1 (in English)

Words for you:

  1. to drop — to leave (оставить)
  2. unsifted — not put through a sieve so as to remove lumps or large particles ( непросеянный)
  3. fair — local market (ярмарка)
  4. reply — answer (ответ)
  5. lonesome-looking — looking lonely and sad (печальный)
  6. the county attorney – a kind of a lawyer who helps the sheriff (прокурор округа)
  7. stove – a fireplace (печь, камин)
  8. queer – strange (странный)
  9. rocker – a rocking chair (кресло-качалка)

Martha Hale hated to see things half done. She was baking bread when the sheriff and his team from town stopped to get Mr. Hale, and the sheriff came in to say that his wife wished her to come too. So she had to drop the flour unsifted right where it was.

She opened the door and joined the three men and the one woman waiting for her in the car. It was Mrs. Peters, the sheriff’s wife, a small and thin woman with a quiet voice.

The car drove off. The men were talking about what had happened.

«The country’s not very pleasant this time of year,» said Mrs. Peters at last.

Mrs. Hale didn’t answer. They were going up a little hill and now could see very well the place where the Wrights lived. The lonesome-looking place did not make her feel like talking. It was cold March morning.

«I’m glad you came with me,» Mrs. Peters said nervously as the two women were following the men into the house.

Martha Hale had never been to this house before. Time and time again she said to herself, «I must go over and see Minnie Foster»—she still thought of her as Minnie Foster, though for twenty years she had been Mrs. Wright. And then there was always something to do and she forgot about it. But now she would come.

It was cold in the house. The women stopped at the door. Young Henderson, the county attorney, went over to the stove and said, «Come up to the fire, ladies.» Mrs. Peters stepped forward, then stopped. «I’m not … cold,» she said, and so the two women stood by the door.

«Now, Mr. Hale,” said Sheriff Peters, “ before we move things about, you tell Mr. Henderson what you saw when you came here yesterday morning.»

The county attorney was looking around the kitchen.

«By the way,» he turned to the sheriff. «Are things just as you left them yesterday?»

Peters looked around: «It’s just the same.»

«Well, Mr. Hale”, said the county attorney, “tell us what happened when you came here yesterday morning.»

Lewis Hale didn’t begin at once and looked queer — as if standing in that kitchen and having to tell what he had seen there yesterday morning made him almost sick.

«Mr. Hale?» the county attorney repeated.

«Harry and I had started to town with a load of potatoes,» Mrs. Hale’s husband began.

Harry was Mrs. Hale’s son. He wasn’t with them now, as he hadn’t been home when the sheriff came to take them to the Wright’s place.

«We come along this road and were near the house. And I say to Harry, ‘I’m going to see if I can get John Wright …»

But the county attorney interrupted with: «Mr. Hale, tell us what happened when you got here.»

«I didn’t see or hear anything. I knocked at the door. And it was all quiet inside. I knew they must be upstairs — it was past eight o’clock. So I knocked again, louder, and I thought I heard somebody say, ‘Come in.’ I wasn’t sure — I’m not sure yet. But I opened the door — this door,» and pointed at the door by which the two women stood, «and there, in that rocker sat Mrs. Wright.»

The story «A Jury of her peers» to read in Russian online — Суд ее подруг (перевод с английского)

A Jury of her Peers. Part 2 (in English)

Words for you:

  1. guardedly – carefully (осторожно, с опаской)
  2. affected – had influence (оказал влияние)
  3. done up – exhausted, very tired (вымотанная)
  4. mind – to object (возражать)
  5. out of patience with her now – losing patience (теряя терпение)
  6. dull – boring (сухо (зд.))
  7. take in – understand (понять)
  8. rocking – moving back and forth (качаясь)
  9. staring – looking fixedly (уставившись)
  10. broke the silence – started speaking (нарушив тишину)
  11. whisper – very quiet voice (шепот)

Everyone in the kitchen looked at the rocker.

«How did she look?» asked the county attorney.

«Well,» said Hale, «she looked queer.»

«What do you mean by queer?»

As he asked it, he took out a note-book and pencil. Mrs. Hale did not like the sight of that pencil. She kept looking at her husband, as if trying to stop him from saying unnecessary things that would go into that note-book and make trouble.

Hale did speak guardedly, as if the pencil had affected him too.

«Well, as if she didn’t know what she was going to do next. And kind of — done up.»

«How did she seem to feel about your coming?»

«Why, I don’t think she minded — one way or other. She didn’t pay much attention. I said, ‘Hello, Mrs. Wright? It’s cold, isn’t it?’ And she said, ‘Is it?’

«Well, I was surprised. She didn’t ask me to come up to the stove, or to sit down, but just sat there, not even looking at me. And so I said, ‘I want to see John.’

«And then she—laughed. I guess you would call it a laugh.”

I said again, ‘Can I see John?’ ‘No,’ says she — kind of dull like. ‘Isn’t he at home?’ say I. She looked at me. ‘Yes,’ says she, ‘he’s home.’ ‘Then why can’t I see him?’ I asked her, out of patience with her now. »Because he’s dead,’ says she, just as quiet and dull—’Dead?’ say I, I can’t take in what I’ve heard.

«She just nodded her head, rocking back and forth.»

«‘Why — where is he?’ say I, not knowing what to say.

«She just pointed upstairs — like this» – he pointed to the room above.

«I got up, with the idea of going up there myself. By this time I — didn’t know what to do. I walked from there to here; then I say: ‘Why, what did he die of?’

«‘He died of a rope round his neck,’ says she.

Hale stopped speaking, and stood staring at the rocker, as if seeing the woman who had sat there the morning before. Nobody spoke, looking at the rocker; it was as if everyone was seeing the woman.

«And what did you do then?» the county attorney at last broke the silence.

«I went out and called Harry. I thought I might need help. We went upstairs.» His voice fell almost to a whisper. «There he was … lying over there.»

«I think we should go upstairs,» the county attorney interrupted, «where you can point it all out. Just go on now with the rest of the story.»

«Well, my first thought was to get that rope off. It looked …» He stopped. «But Harry, he went up to him, and he said, ‘No, he’s dead all right, and we’d better not touch anything.’ So we went downstairs.

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