最后一片叶子剧本the last leaf
The last leaf 剧本
The last leafPart1.IntroductionPart2.actionScene 1V oiceove r: Sue and Johnsy are two young artists living togetherat the top of a three-story brick building. Beneath their joint studio lives Old Berhrman,an old artist who regards himself as guard dog to the young girls.One day,Sue went downstairs to visit Old Behrman. Sue:Mr. Behrman, Jonhsy isn’t well.and She...she said she would turn loose her hold on everything and go like the falling leaves.(cry)Mr. Behrman: What?! Oh, what a silly girl.Is there anythingwrong with her?Sue:(sigh)here is the story.Scene 2V oiceove r:It atarted on a very very cold night in November,a stranger came to this city quietly.Pneumonia :I am Pneumonia.a terrifying disease.Almosteveryone is afraid of me! (LAUGH)You want to ask me what do i want to do this night?I want play some little tiny tricks on my poor friends.Oh, yes.I decide to make many people fell victim to pneumonia....oh,look at this merry young artist..A definItely good choice!JOHNSY Falls Down. Sue runs to her quickly.Sue:oh,my dear god! honey, what's wrong with you?Johnsy:(weak) I don't know.I just feel so tired ..I am even unable to sit up.Sue:Johnsy,you know what, don't worry.I will send for the doctor to come over.Doctor comes in , exams Johnsy and invites Sue into the hallway.Doctor:Sue,I have to talk to you about the condition of yourfriend, Joanna. To be honest, she has only one chance in ten and that depends on how she struggle against the disease. But your little l ady has made up her mind that she’s not going to get well. You really need to take care of her.Sue:Okay,thank you.Sue walks towards Johnsy.Johnsy:(in a whisper)eight...seven...six...five...... Meanwhile,the tree drops its leaves to 5.Sue:five what,dear?Johnsy:five leaves.On the ivy vine. You know, they’re falling faster now. When the last one falls I must go.Scene 3(Back to Behrman's room)V oiceover:H aving told Mr. Behrman Johnsy' situation,Sue feels so sad and worried.Sue:So,this is what happened.I am now quite fearthat..that ..Johnsy will...(sob)Behrman:what?are there people in the world foolish enough todie because leaves drop off from a vine?I have never heard of such a thing!Why do you allow such silly ideas to come intoher head?God!Sue:I...don't know how....Behrman:(interrupt)This is not a place in which one so good as Miss Johnsy should lie sick.Ridiculous!It’s maybe the time for me to draw a masterpiece! Yes, I won’t let she go! Now, show me the ivy vine.Sue: Here the way.。
【英文原版小说】欧·亨利短篇小说-TheLastLeaf最后一片叶子
The Last Leaf最后一片叶子IIn a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a "colony."At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio. "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; the other from California. They had met at the table d'h?te of an Eighth Street "Delmonico's," and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted.That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers.Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown "places."Mr. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. But Johnsy he smote; and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, grey eyebrow."She has one chance in - let us say, ten," he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer. " And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well.Has she anything on her mind?""She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day." said Sue."Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?""A man?" said Sue, with a jew's-harp twang in her voice. "Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind.""Well, it is the weakness, then," said the doctor. "I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten."After the doctor had gone Sue went into the workroom and cried a Japanese napkin to a pulp. Then she swaggered into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime.Johnsy lay, scarcely making a ripple under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep.She arranged her board and began a pen-and-ink drawing to illustrate a magazine story. Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.As Sue was sketching a pair of elegant horseshow riding trousers and a monocle of the figure of the hero, an Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting - counting backward."Twelve," she said, and little later "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then "eight" and "seven", almost together.Sue look solicitously out of the window. What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away.An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling bricks."What is it, dear?" asked Sue."Six," said Johnsy, in almost a whisper. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy.There goes another one. There are only five left now.""Five what, dear? Tell your Sudie.""Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?""Oh, I never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with magnificent scorn. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl. Don't be a goosey. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building. Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self." "You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another. No, I don't want any broth. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too.""Johnsy, dear," said Sue, bending over her, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow. I need the light, or I would draw the shade down.""Couldn't you draw in the other room?" asked Johnsy, coldly."I'd rather be here by you," said Sue. "Beside, I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves.""Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as fallen statue, "because I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves.""Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner. I'll not be gone a minute. Don't try to move 'til I come back."Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo's Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along with the body of an imp. Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe.He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising. He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above.Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below. In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting there for twenty-five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece. She told him of Johnsy's fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker.Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings."Vass!" he cried. "Is dere people in de world mit der foolishness to die because leafs dey drop off from a confounded vine? I haf not heard of such a thing. No, I will not bose as a model for your fool hermit-dunderhead. Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain of her? Ach, dot poor leetle Miss Yohnsy.""She is very ill and weak," said Sue, "and the fever has left her mind morbid and full of strange fancies. Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn't. But I think you are a horrid old - old flibbertigibbet.""You are just like a woman!" yelled Behrman. "Who said I will not bose? Go on. I come mit you. For half an hour I haf peen trying to say dot I am ready to bose. Gott! dis is not any blace in which one so goot as Miss Yohnsy shall lie sick. Some day I vill baint a masterpiece, and ve shall all go away. Gott! yes."Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room. In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.When Sue awoke from an hour's sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade."Pull it up; I want to see," she ordered, in a whisper.Wearily Sue obeyed.But, lo! after the beating rain and fierce gusts of wind that had endured through the livelong night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, with its serrated edges tinted with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely from the branch some twenty feet above the ground."It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall to-day, and I shall die at the same time.""Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down to the pillow, "think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"But Johnsy did not answer. The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey. The fancy seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosed.The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to itsstem against the wall. And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves. When it was light enough Johnsy, the merciless, commanded that the shade be raised.The ivy leaf was still there.Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was stirring her chicken broth over the gas stove."I've been a bad girl, Sudie," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sin to want to die. You may bring a me a little broth now, and some milk with a little port in it, and - no; bring me a hand-mirror first, and then pack some pillows about me, and I will sit up and watch you cook."And hour later she said:"Sudie, some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue had an excuse to go into the hallway as he left. "Even chances," said the doctor, taking Sue's thin, shaking hand in his. "With good nursing you'll win." And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, his name is - some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more comfortable."The next day the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now - that's all."And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a very blue and very useless woollen shoulder scarf, and put one arm around her, pillows and all."I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colours mixed on it, and - look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."在华盛顿广场西边的一个小区里，街道都横七竖八地伸展开去，又分裂成一小条一小条的“胡同”。
最后一片叶子The-Last-Leaf-赏析
最后一片叶子T h e-L a s t-L e a f-赏析(总4页)--本页仅作为文档封面，使用时请直接删除即可----内页可以根据需求调整合适字体及大小--最后一片叶子The Last Leaf 赏析【摘要】美国著名短篇小说家欧·亨利《最后一片叶子》描写了一个已经濒于死亡的贫穷女画家乔安西因为一片永不凋落的常春藤叶而恢复健康的离奇故事，塑造了一个命运不济，但品德高尚的老画家贝尔门的形象，歌颂了他舍己为人的崇高精神，从而唱出了一曲生命与希望的赞歌，歌颂了人性的美与善。
《最后一片叶子》作为欧·亨利的代表作，充分体现了这位“世界短篇小说之王”的创作特色。
文中作者着力挖掘和赞美小人物的伟大人格和高尚品德，展示他们向往人性世界的美好愿望The Novel "The Last Leaf" is about a young girl decidesthat she will die when the last leaf drops from a dying vine outside her window, as lingering pneumonia slowly takes her will to live. Her neighbor, Art Carney, is an elderly artist frustrated by his inability to paint what is in his heart. In an attempt to save the young girl, he creates the masterpiece he has been struggling to paint. A beautifully shot and moving story. This excellent short novel is my favorite story. Art Carney does a great job, although his character is French in this version, as opposed to the German character in the book. and just like the book,it truly touched the heart of its reader.【关键词】生命；希望；赞歌；一、希望的使者“当最后一片叶子落下时，生命就都结束了，我也得离开这个世界而去了”，女画家乔安西，患了肺炎濒临大限时，丧失了生的希望，她天天躺在床上望着窗外长春藤上的叶子想：等到最后一片叶子凋零时，我的生命也就走到了尽头。
【英语作文】最后一片叶子 The Last Leaf
【英语作文】最后一片叶子The Last Leaf故事发生在一座小城市的一栋老旧的公寓楼里。
在这座公寓楼中住着两位年轻的女艺术家，分别是苏西和约翰娜。
她们分别来到这个城市，希望能够追寻到自己的梦想。
公寓楼中有一位老画家，他的名字叫比尔•比尔灵。
比尔灵是一位孤身一人的老人，他的画作让人们津津乐道。
而在公寓楼的对面有一栋墙，平时是光秃秃的，可是在秋天，墙上开始长满了彩色的葡萄叶。
每一片叶子都是红、黄、绿相间，非常美丽，难怪苏西和约翰娜会喜欢上这栋公寓楼。
秋天来临的时候，比尔灵生病了。
医生说他得了重病，只能在家静养。
比尔灵的病情每况愈下，这让苏西和约翰娜非常担心。
而比尔灵的病情也让她们开始意识到生命与健康的脆弱。
公寓中的秋叶渐渐凋零，就像比尔灵的生命一样。
直到有一天，一场大雨打湿了公寓楼外的藤蔓，彩叶纷纷掉落。
比尔灵的状况越来越不好，他整夜的发热，整夜的不停地颤抖。
雨停了，苏西和约翰娜看见对面的墙上只剩下了一片叶子，她们感到绝望，同时也为比尔灵祈祷。
奇迹却出现在这片叶子上。
叶子一片一片地掉落，只剩下了最后一片，而比尔灵的情况也突然好转。
原来，比尔灵每天数落墙上的叶子数量，他说自己的生命和墙上的叶子一样，当墙上的叶子全部掉光的时候，他的生命也将走到尽头。
因此他一直在等待着最后一片叶子掉落，然而他也想看看最后这一片是否会掉。
苏西和约翰娜也被比尔灵的坚持和乐观所感染，她们也开始为比尔灵祈祷。
就在比尔灵病情转好的那天，最后一片叶子却依然挂在墙上，没有掉落。
比尔灵在发现这一幕后，深受感动，他知道这是一个奇迹，是上帝的恩典。
最后一片叶子挂在墙上，成为了比尔灵生命的象征，也成为了一场奇迹的见证。
这个故事告诉我们生命的可贵，无论是什么时候都不应该轻言放弃。
这个故事也向我们展示了友情和爱的力量。
苏西和约翰娜因为对比尔灵的关心和祈祷，成全了这个奇迹。
这个故事给人们带来了启示，让人们明白生命的伟大和奇迹的存在。
这个小故事，是对生命的讴歌，是对希望的呼唤，是对友情和爱情的赞美。
Thelastleaf最后一片叶子
Thelastleaf最后一片叶子作者：谢飞来源：《中学生英语·学生综合天地》2012年第11期《最后一片叶子》，也译为《最后的常春藤叶》是美国著名批判现实主义作家欧·亨利（O.Henry）的代表作之一。
他是世界三大短篇小说大师之一，他善于挖掘和赞美小人物的伟大人格和高尚品德，展现他们向往人性世界的美好愿望。
本故事让我们为琼西的命运紧张了一番，为苏的友谊感叹了一回，为贝尔曼的博爱震撼了一次。
1.In a little district west of Washington Square，Sue and Johnsy had their studio at the top of a squatty，three-story brick.在华盛顿广场西边的一个小区里，苏和琼西的画室设在一所又宽又矮的三层楼砖房的顶楼上。
2.“Johnsy”was familiar for Joanna.One was from Maine；the otherfrom California.They had met at a Caféin the street in May and found they had a lot in common，so they rented the joint studio.“琼西”是琼娜的昵称。
她俩一个来自缅因州，一个来自加利福尼亚州。
她们五月在街上的咖啡厅相遇，发现彼此有很多相同之处，便合租了那间画室。
3.In November，Pneumonia spread in the district，many people were contracted，and Johnsy was one of the victims.She lay on her bed，scarcely moving，looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.到了11月，肺炎在这个区蔓延，很多人都感染了，琼西也患上了可怕的肺炎。
The last leaf【总稿】
The last leaf[剧本]【佳玲Aside】At the top of a three-story brick building ,Sue, Linda and Johnsy had their studio. "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; and others from California. They have been bosom friends since they met at a cafe for the first time.That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers. Johnsy was among his victims. She lay, scarcely moving, on her bed, looking through the small window.【Scene one】【佳玲Aside】One morning the busy doctor invited Sue and Linda into the hallway with a shaggy, gray eyebrow.【楚标Doctor】(一边看病历一边说) She has one chance in ten.And that chance is for her to want to live.（抬头，疑惑地）Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?【丹媛Sue】(看了Linda一眼)She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day.【楚标Doctor】Paint? (不可思议的样子)- bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?【丘清Linda】A man?（疑惑地,提高音调）Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind.【楚标Doctor】(严肃地)Well.I will do all that science can accomplish. But if my patient does not have the hope to live, I can do nothing to help.（转身离开）（Sue在一旁哭泣，Linda拍拍她的肩膀，然后Sue擦干眼泪，两人一起走进房间，看向Johnsy）【锦桃Johnsy】(静静地躺在床上，不动，看着窗外，小声倒数) Twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven.【佳玲Aside】What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away.【锦桃Johnsy】（很虚弱）Six.（低头）They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy. （再次看向窗外）There goes another one. There are only five left now.【丹媛Sue】(抬头看窗外)Five what, dear?【锦桃Johnsy】Leaves. On the ivy vine.（目光投向树枝）When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?【丘清Linda】Oh, I never heard of such nonsense.（满不在乎地）What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? Don't be so silly.【丹媛Sue】Why, the doctor told us this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were ten to one!(试着说服Johnsy) Now, let's take some soup now.and buy port wine for her sick child. 【锦桃Johnsy】You needn't get any more wine.(一直凝视着窗外)There goes another. No, I don't want any soup. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark.（低头）Then I'll go, too.【丹媛Sue】Try to sleep.(折一折被角)I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old miner. 【丘清Linda】We won't be gone a minute. Don't try to move 'til we come back."*场景转换*【Scene two】【秋荣Aside】Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them.He was past sixty and had a long white beard curling down over his chest. Despite looking the part, Behrman was a failure in art.Sue and Linda found Behrman smelling strongly of gin in his dimly lighted studio below. They told him of Johnsy's fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker.【燕芬Behrman】What?!(轻蔑地笑)Are there people in the world foolish enough to die because leaves drop off from a vine?I have never heard of such a thing. God! This is not a place in which one so good as Miss Johnsy should lie sick.Some day I will paint a masterpiece ,and we shall all go away.Yes.(Behrman和Sue, Linda一起走进病房，Johnsy在睡觉。
英语日记带翻译：最后一片叶子TheLastLeaf
The Last Leaf is a short story written by O Henry, Settled in Greenwich Village. Its depicts characters and themes are typically ofO Henry’s work.最后一片叶子是由住在格林威治村的欧亨利写的一个短篇故事。
它所描写的人物和主题是欧亨利的经典作品。
Johnsy has fallen ill and is dying of pneumonia. She watches the leaves falling from the window of her room, and decides that when the last leaf drops, she will die, too. To encourage her, Mr. Behrman painted the last leaf in a stormy night but he died of pneumonia because of his efforts in the storm.琼西已经生病了而且将要死于肺炎。
她从她房间的窗户上看着叶子坠落，并认定当最后一片叶子掉下来的时候，她就会死。
为了鼓励她，贝尔曼先生在一个风雨交加的夜晚画了最后一片叶子，但他却由于在风暴中的努力而死于肺炎。
This is a sad story about sacrifice as well as a moving story about hope. Likewise, we can learn about something from this story, something that totally different from each other.这是一个关于牺牲的伤感故事同时也是关于希望的感人故事。
而且我们也可以从这个故事中学到一些东西，一些完全不一样的东西。
（整理）The_last_leaf（最后一片叶子中文翻译）
（整理）The_last_leaf（最后一片叶子中文翻译）The last leaf中文译文注：这是欧·亨利小说原文的中文译文，仅供参考。
在华盛顿广场西边的一个小区里，街道都横七竖八地伸展开去，又分裂成一小条一小条的“胡同”。
这些“胡同”稀奇古怪地拐着弯子。
一条街有时自己本身就交叉了不止一次。
有一回一个画家发现这条街有一种优越性：要是有个收帐的跑到这条街上，来催要颜料、纸张和画布的钱，他就会突然发现自己两手空空，原路返回，一文钱的帐也没有要到！所以，不久之后不少画家就摸索到这个古色古香的老格林尼治村来，寻求朝北的窗户、18世纪的尖顶山墙、荷兰式的阁楼，以及低廉的房租。
然后，他们又从第六街买来一些蜡酒杯和一两只火锅，这里便成了“艺术区”。
苏和琼西的画室设在一所又宽又矮的三层楼砖房的顶楼上。
“琼西”是琼娜的爱称。
她俩一个来自缅因州，一个是加利福尼亚州人。
她们是在第八街的“台尔蒙尼歌之家”吃份饭时碰到的，她们发现彼此对艺术、生菜色拉和时装的爱好非常一致，便合租了那间画室。
那是5月里的事。
到了11月，一个冷酷的、肉眼看不见的、医生们叫做“肺炎”的不速之客，在艺术区里悄悄地游荡，用他冰冷的手指头这里碰一下那里碰一下。
在广场东头，这个破坏者明目张胆地踏着大步，一下子就击倒几十个受害者，可是在迷宫一样、狭窄而铺满青苔的“胡同”里，他的步伐就慢了下来。
肺炎先生不是一个你们心目中行侠仗义的老的绅士。
一个身子单薄，被加利福尼亚州的西风刮得没有血色的弱女子，本来不应该是这个有着红拳头的、呼吸急促的老家伙打击的对象。
然而，琼西却遭到了打击；她躺在一张油漆过的铁床上，一动也不动，凝望着小小的荷兰式玻璃窗外对面砖房的空墙。
一天早晨，那个忙碌的医生扬了扬他那毛茸茸的灰白色眉毛，把苏叫到外边的走廊上。
“我看，她的病只有十分之一的恢复希望，”他一面把体温表里的水银柱甩下去，一面说，“这一分希望就是她想要活下去的念头。
有些人好像不愿意活下去，喜欢照顾殡仪馆的生意，简直让整个医药界都无能为力。
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Johnsy：Sue：DoctorBerhman 旁白情景一旁白：In November, a terrible virous- Pneumonia, touching here and there with his icy fingers. （拿起一张写有Pneumonia的纸条给观众看，拿几张团成纸团抛向群众，抛向谁谁咳嗽）【琼西伏案写着日记。
（这时抛向了Johnsy）然后先咳嗽再逐渐面色苍白的在床上躺着，一动不动的盯着窗外。
快要哭了。
】【苏这时在买菜回来的路上。
】医生：Sue, wait for me, I have something to tell you. Your friendJohnsy has one chance in ten,And that chance is for her towant to live. She has made up her mind that she's not goingto get well. （语气沉重地）Has she anything on her mind?苏：She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day.医生：Paint? - bosh! （难以置信地）Has she anything on her mind worth thinking about twice - a man for instance?苏："A man?"（有一点轻蔑的大声说）"Is a man worth - but, no doctor; （坚定地）there is nothing of the kind."医生：Well, But whenever my patient begins to count how manydays are left to her, I half the power of medicines情景二【医生走后，苏艾走进工作室里，把一条日本餐巾哭成一团湿。
后来她手里拿着画板，装做精神抖擞的样子走进琼西的屋子，嘴里吹着爵士音乐调子。
】【琼西躺着，脸朝着窗口，被子底下的身体纹丝不动。
Sue关切的看了看Johnsy 后开始画插图。
】旁白：Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.【在苏画的时候，突然得到琼西的低语声。
】琼西：（琼西睁大眼睛看着窗外。
）"Twelve。
Eleven。
ten,。
Nine。
eight 。
seven", almost together. “12，歇了一会又说，“11”，然后是“10”，和“9”，接着几乎同时数着“8”和“7”。
苏：What is it, dear?琼西：Six（小声低语）They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache tocount them. But now it's easy. There goes another one.There are only five left now."苏：Five what, dear?琼西：Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too.I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?苏：Oh, I never heard of such nonsense,（满不在乎的样子）What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? Don't be sosilly. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chancesfor getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he said -he said the chances were ten to one! Try to take some soupnow.琼西：（还是盯着窗外)"No, I don't want any soup now.goes another.That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before itgets dark. Then I'll go, too."苏：I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leavesInstead ,you should think of something wonderful.琼西：I'm tired of thinking. I'm tired of waiting.I'm tired of living.I'm tiredof eating.I want toturn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, （停顿了一下）just like oneof those poor, tired leaves.（说完闭上眼睛，脸色更加惨白）苏：dear,just Try to sleep,I must go to my model -Behrman’shouse to paint the old thinker.旁白：Old Behrman was a painter who lived next to them. He was past sixty and had a long beard curling down over his chest.Behrman was a failure in art. He had been always about topaint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. Heearned a little by serving as a model to those young artistswho could not pay the price of a professional. He drank ginto excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece.【苏敲着贝尔曼先生家的门,】Behrman:the door is open,just come in.(手里拿着酒瓶子)Sue：（捂鼻子酒味）just take a pose you like”{Behrman摆了一个思想者的pose，Sue边画边叹气。
}Berhman：I’m a thinker ,let me think about your problemSue:Johnsy is ill and she thought herself as a leaf that may float away "Berhman:what!" he cried. "Is there people in the world foolishenough to die because leafs drop off . I have never heard ofsuch a thing. (边说边手舞足蹈)Sue：pose，pleaseBerhman：（摆回原来pose）（想了想又说）Some day I’ll paint a Masterpiece,(顿一下)and we shall all go away.yes.第二天。
琼西(看着苏)：Pull it up; I want to see,(苏拉开窗帘，琼西和苏都惊奇的看着)琼西：It is the last one,I thought it would surely fall during the night.I heard the wind. It will fall to-day, and I shall die at the sametime."苏：Dear, dear!（很激动，过去抱住琼西）think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?",,,,,过了几个星期。
(苏习惯性的去拉开窗帘。
)琼西：I've been a bad girl, Sudie,。
Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sinto want to die. You may bring a me a little broth now, andsome milk with a little port in it, and - no; bring me ahand-mirror first, and then pack some pillows about me, andI will sit up and watch you cook."(表现出生活的欲望，健康积极)琼西：（开心的）Sudie, some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples.(这时医生进来给琼西看病。
)砰砰砰。
（敲门声）医生：Johnsy, you quickly recovered well琼西：yeah，I think so(医生用温度计给Johnsy测体温)医生：You are out of danger. You won.I’ll come next Mondy.Johnsy:Thank you.医生要走了。
苏对着琼西说：Johnsy, I go to buy something to cook,and will be back in a minute(说完跑出去，赶上医生。