Рождественская история - 2

My God, would you look at that mess? Who’s going to clean the papers up?

maɪ gɑd, wʊd ju lʊk æt ðət mɛs? who’s goʊɪŋ tɪ klin ðə ˈpeɪpərz əp?

Not me.

nɑt mi.

Oh, no. No. Granny did it last year.

oʊ, noʊ. noʊ. ˈgræni dɪd ɪt læst jɪr.

Well, he can do it again.

wɛl, hi kən du ɪt əˈgɛn.

You know, this wine’s not bad. It’s not good either, but he wants it.

ju noʊ, ðɪs wine’s nɑt bæd. it’s nɑt gʊd ˈiðər, bət hi wɔnts ɪt.

Yeah.

jæ.

No, you don’t. Did you have a nice Christmas?

noʊ, ju don’t. dɪd ju hæv ə nis ˈkrɪsməs?

Yeah, pretty nice.

jæ, ˈprɪti nis.

Yeah? Did you get everything you wanted?

jæ? dɪd ju gɪt ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ ju ˈwɔntɪd?

Almost.

ˈɔlˌmoʊst.

Almost, huh? Well, that’s—that’s—that’s life. Well, there’s always next Christmas.

ˈɔlˌmoʊst, hə? wɛl, that’s—that’s—that’s laɪf. wɛl, there’s ˈɔlˌweɪz nɛkst ˈkrɪsməs.

Yep.

jɛp.

Hey, that’s funny. What’s that over there behind the desk?

heɪ, that’s ˈfəni. what’s ðət ˈoʊvər ðɛr bɪˈhaɪnd ðə dɛsk?

Where?

wɛr?

Oh, behind the desk, against the wall over there. Why don’t you go check it out? Go on.

oʊ, bɪˈhaɪnd ðə dɛsk, əˈgɛnst ðə wɔl ˈoʊvər ðɛr. waɪ don’t ju goʊ ʧɛk ɪt aʊt? goʊ ɔn.

What have we put over there, honey?

wət hæv wi pʊt ˈoʊvər ðɛr, ˈhəni?

Santa Claus probably brought it.

ˈsænə klɔz ˈprɑbəˌbli brɔt ɪt.

Wow!

waʊ!

Oh, It was beautiful. I could hardly wait to try it out.

oʊ, ɪt wɑz ˈbjutəfəl. aɪ kʊd ˈhɑrdli weɪt tɪ traɪ ɪt aʊt.

Do you know how to load it?

du ju noʊ haʊ tɪ loʊd ɪt?

Yeah.

jæ.

Yeah. Be careful. Careful. Don’t— They run all over. Close it up. Close it up.

jæ. bi ˈkɛrfəl. ˈkɛrfəl. don’t—— ðeɪ rən ɔl ˈoʊvər. kloʊz ɪt əp. kloʊz ɪt əp.

Can I... Can I try it out, Ma? Can I?

kən aɪ... kən aɪ traɪ ɪt aʊt, mɑ? kən aɪ?

Okay, but outside. Oh, I still say those things are dangerous. Now, now! Put on your galoshes and your coat. It’s cold out.

ˌoʊˈkeɪ, bət ˈaʊtˈsaɪd. oʊ, aɪ stɪl seɪ ðoʊz θɪŋz ər ˈdeɪnʤərəs. naʊ, naʊ! pʊt ɔn jʊr gəˈlɑʃɪz ənd jʊr koʊt. it’s koʊld aʊt.

I had one when I was eight years old.

aɪ hæd wən wɪn aɪ wɑz eɪt jɪrz oʊld.

What if he hurts himself? Ralphie, your coat! Don’t shoot any animals or birds.

wət ɪf hi hərts hɪmˈsɛlf? ralphie, jʊr koʊt! don’t ʃut ˈɛni ˈænəməlz ər bərdz.

Except the Bumpus’s dogs.

ɪkˈsɛpt ðə bumpus’s dɔgz.

Oh, be careful, Ralphie.

oʊ, bi ˈkɛrfəl, ralphie.

Now, it is well known throughout the Midwest that the Old Man is a turkey junkie. A bona fide glutton, a turkey freak. A few days before Christmas, his eyes would begin to gleam with a wild and ravenous light.

naʊ, ɪt ɪz wɛl noʊn θruaʊt ðə ˌmɪdˈwɛst ðət ðə oʊld mæn ɪz ə ˈtərki ˈʤəŋki. ə ˈboʊnə faɪd glutton, ə ˈtərki frik. ə fju deɪz ˌbiˈfɔr ˈkrɪsməs, hɪz aɪz wʊd bɪˈgɪn tɪ glim wɪθ ə waɪld ənd ˈrævənəs laɪt.

Okay, Black Bart, now you get yours!

ˌoʊˈkeɪ, blæk bɑrt, naʊ ju gɪt jʊrz!

Oh my God, I shot my eye out!

oʊ maɪ gɑd, aɪ ʃɑt maɪ aɪ aʊt!

You’ll shoot your eye out, kid. You'll shoot your eye out.

you’ll ʃut jʊr aɪ aʊt, kɪd. jul ʃut jʊr aɪ aʊt.

Ralphie, you be careful out there. Don’t shoot your eye out.

ralphie, ju bi ˈkɛrfəl aʊt ðɛr. don’t ʃut jʊr aɪ aʊt.

She hadn’t seen. She didn’t know. My eyes were fine. The BB must have hit my glasses. My glasses? Oh no! Where are my glasses? Few things brought such swift and terrible retribution on a kid as a pair of busted glasses.

ʃi hadn’t sin. ʃi didn’t noʊ. maɪ aɪz wər faɪn. ðə bb məst hæv hɪt maɪ ˈglæsɪz. maɪ ˈglæsɪz? oʊ noʊ! wɛr ər maɪ ˈglæsɪz? fju θɪŋz brɔt səʧ swɪft ənd ˈtɛrəbəl ˌrɛtrəˈbjuʃən ɔn ə kɪd ɛz ə pɛr əv ˈbəstɪd ˈglæsɪz.