大学英语graceful hands

Graceful HandsI have never seen Mrs. Clark before, but I know from her medical chart and the report I received from the preceding shift that tonight she will die.The only light in her room is coming from a piece of medical equipment, which is flashing its red light as if in warning. As I stand there, the smell hits my nose, and I close my eyes as I remember the smell of decay from past experience. In my mouth I have a sour, vinegar taste coming from the pit of my stomach. I reach for the light switch, and as it silently lights the scene, I return to the bed to observe the patient with an unemotional, medical eye.Mrs. Clark is dying. She lies motionless: the head seems unusually large on a skeleton body; the skin is dark yellow and hangs loosely around exaggerated bones that not even a blanket can hide; the right arm lies straight out at the side, taped cruelly to a board to secure a needle so that fluid may drip in; the left arm is across the sunken chest, which rises and falls with the uneven breaths.I reach for the long, thin fingers that are lying on the chest. They are ice cold, and I quickly move to the wrist and feel for the faint pulse. Mrs. Clark's eyes open somewhat as her head turns toward me slightly. I bend close to her and scarcely hear as she whispers, "Water." Taking a glass of water from the table, I put my finger over the end of the straw and allow a few drops of the cool moisture to slide into her mouth and ease her thirst. She makes no attempt to swallow; there is just not enough strength."More," the dry voice says, and we repeat the procedure. This time she does manage to swallow some liquid and weakly says, "Thank, you." She is too weak for conversation, so without asking, I go about providing for her needs. Picking her up in my arms like a child, I turn her on her side. Naked, except for a light hospital gown, she is so very small and light that she seems like a victim of some terrible famine. I remove the lid from a jar of skin cream and put some on the palm of my hand. Carefully, to avoid injuring her, I rub cream into the yellow skin, which rolls freely over the bones, feeling perfectly the outline of each bone in the back.Placing a pillow between her legs, I notice that these too are ice cold, and not until I run my hand up over her knees do I feel any of the life-giving warmth of blood. When I am finished, I pull a chair up beside the bed to face her and, taking her free hand between mine, again notice the long, thin fingers. Graceful. I wonder briefly if she has any family, and then I see that there are neither flowers, nor pictures of rainbows and butterflies drawn by children, nor cards.There is no hint in the room anywhere that this is a person who is loved. As though she is a mind reader, Mrs. Clark answers my thoughts and quietly tells me, "I sent ... my family ... home ... tonight ...didn't want ... them ... to see ..." Having spent her last ounce of strength she cannot go on, but I have understood what she has done. Not knowing what to say, I say nothing. Again she seems to sense mythoughts, "You …stay …"Time seems to stand still. In the total silence, I feel my own pulse quicken and hear my breathing as it begins to match hers, breath for uneven breath. Our eyes meet and somehow, together, we become aware that this is a special moment between two human beings ... Her long fingers curl easily around my hand and I nod my head slowly, smiling. Without words, through yellowed eyes, I receive my thank you and her eyes slowly close.Some unknown interval of time passes before her eyes open again, only this time there is no response in them, just a blank stare. Without warning, her shallow breathing stops, and within a few moments, the faint pulse is also gone. One single tear flows from her left eye, across the cheek and down onto the pillow. I begin to cry quietly. There is a swell of emotion within me for this stranger who so quickly came into and went from my life.Her suffering is done, yet so is the life. Slowly, still holding her hand, I become aware that I do not mind this emotional battle, that in fact, it was a privilege she has allowed me, and I would do it again, gladly. Mrs. Clark spared her family an episode that perhaps they were not equipped to handle and instead shared it with me. She hadnot wanted to have her family see her die, yet she did not want to die alone. No one should die alone, and I am glad I was there for her.Two days later, I read about Mrs. Clark in the newspaper. She was the mother of seven, grandmother of eighteen, an active member of her church, a leader of volunteer associations in her community, a concert piano player, and a piano teacher for over thirty years. Yes, they were long and graceful fingers. (910)New Wordsgraceful a. 1.优美的，优雅的2.得体的chart n. 图，图表vt. 制图表preceding a. 在前的，在先的，前面的decay n. 变坏，腐烂，衰败vi. 1.腐烂，变坏2.衰退，衰落，衰败vinegar n. 醋 pit n. 1.坑2.矿井，煤矿▲skeleton n. 1.骨骼，骨架2.梗概，提要loose a. 1.宽松的，不紧的2.自由的，散漫的loosely ad. 松地，大致地secure vt. 1.关紧，固定2.使安全，保护3.得到，获得a. 1.安全的2.牢固的3.无忧的，安心的fluid n. 液体，流体drip v. 滴n. 1.(连续落下的)液滴2.一滴faint a. 1.微弱的2.虚弱pulse n. 脉搏vi. 搏动，跳动straw n. 1.吸管，麦管2.稻草，麦杆moisture n. 潮湿，湿气slide v. 1.（使）滑动2.（使）悄悄地移动n. 1.滑，滑行2.幻灯片thirst n. 1.渴，口渴2.渴望liquid n. 液体naked a. 1.赤身的，裸露的2.赤裸裸的，无遮蔽的▲gown n. 女长服；罩衣 famine n. 饥荒 lid n. 盖，盖子jar n. 罐子，坛子palm n. 1.手掌，掌心 2.棕榈树injure vt. 伤害，损伤outline n. 1.轮廓，外形 2.要点，大纲vt. 概述pillow n. 枕头rainbow n. 虹，彩虹butterfly n. 蝴蝶hint n. 1.细微的迹象 2.暗示，提示v. 暗示reader n. 1.读者 2.读物，读本ounce n. (重量单位)盎司being n. 1.生物，人 2.存在interval n. 1.间隔，间距 2.幕间休息，中场休息blank a. 1.茫然的，无表情的 2.空白的，无字的，空着的n. 空白shallow a. 1.(呼吸)浅的，弱的 2.浅的 3.肤浅的，浅薄的n. 浅水处，浅滩emotion n. 情感，感情，激情privilege n. 特权，优惠episode n. 1.一个事件，一组事件 2.(尤指电视或无线电广播的)一集，一出，一部分association n. 1.协会，社团，组织 2.联合，结交，结合Phrases and Expressionsthe pit of the stomach 胸口，心窝hang around sth. (使)在……上挂着，（使）围在……上so that 为的是，以便reach for 伸出手以触到或拿到feel for （用手、足、棍等）摸索，寻找turn towards 转向bend to 俯向make an attempt to do sth. 尝试，企图go about doing sth. 着手处理，开始做provide for sth. 为可能发生的事做安排pick sb. up 举起，抱起pull up 把... ...拉过来，把... ...拉向前Proper NamesMrs. Clark 克拉克夫人。