A woman on a roof
It was during the week of hot sun，that June. Three men were at work on the roof，where the leads got so hot they had the idea of throwing water on to cool them. But the water steamed，then sizzled；and they make jokes about getting an egg from some woman in the flats under the flats under them，to poach it for their dinner. By two it was not possible to touch the guttering they were replacing，and they speculated about what workmen did in regularly hot countries. Perhaps they should borrow kitchen gloves with the egg? They were all a bit dizzy，not ud to the heat；and they shed their coats and stood side by side squeezing themlves into a foot wide patch of shade against a chimney，careful to keep their feet in the thick socks and boots out of the sun. There was a fine view across veral acres of roofs. Not far off a man sat in a deck chair reading the newspapers. Then they saw her，between chimneys，about fifty yards away. She lay face down on a brown blanket. They could e the top part of her：black hair，a flushed solid back，arms spread out. “She’s stark naked，” said Stanley，sounding annoyed.
三皇之首Harry，the oldest，a man of about forty-five，said：“Looks like it.”
数学日记手抄报Young Tom，venteen，said nothing，but he was excited and grinning.
Stanley said：“Someone’ll report her if she doesn’t watch out.”
“She thinks no one can e，” said Tom，craning his head all ways to e more.
At this point the woman，still lying prone，brought her two hands up behind her shoulders with the ends of a scarf in them，tied it behind her back，and sat up. She wore a red scarf tied around her breasts and brief red bikini pants. This being the first day of the sun she was white，flushing red. She sat smoking，and did not look up when Stanley
let out a wolf whistle . Harry said：“Small things amu small minds，” leading the way back to their part of the roof，but it was scorching . Harry said：“Wait，I’m go ing to rig up some shade，” and disappeared down the skylight into the building. Now that he’d gone，Stanley and Tom went to the farthest point they could to peer at the woman. She had moved，and all they could e were two pink legs stretched on the blanket. They whistled and shouted but the legs did not move. Harry came back with a blanket and shouted：“Come on，then.” He sounded irritated with them. They clambered back to him and he said to Stanley：“What about your missus?” Stanley was newly married，about three months. Stanley said，jeering：“What about my missus?” -- prerving his independence. Tom said nothing，but his mind was full of the nearly naked woman. Harry slung the
blanket，which he had borrowed from a friendly woman downstairs，from the stem of a television aerial to a row of chimney-pots . This shade fell across the piece of gutter they had to replace. But the shade kept moving，they had to adjust the blanket，and not much progress was made. At last some of the heat left the roof，and they worked fast，making up for lost time. First Stanley，then Tom，made a trip to the end of the roof to e the woman. “She’s on her back，” Stanley said，adding a jest which made Tom snicker，and the older man smile tolerantly. Tom’s report was that she hadn’t moved，but it was a lie. He wanted to keep what he had en to himlf：he had caught her in the act of rolling down the little red pants over her hips，till they were no more than a small triangle. She was on her back，fully visible，glistening with oil.
Next morning，as soon as they came up，they went to look. She was already there，face down，arms spread out，naked except for the little red pants. She had turned
brown in the night. Yesterday she was a scarlet-and-white woman，today she was a brown woman. Stanley let out a whistle. She lifted her head，startled，as if she’d been asleep，and looked straight over at them. The sun was in her eyes，she blinked and stared，then she dropped her head again. At this gesture of indifference，they all three，Stanley，Tom and old Harry，let out whistles and yells. Harry was doing it in parody of the younger men，making fun of them，but he was also angry.
绛珠They were all angry becau of her utter indifference to the three men watching her.
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“Bitch，” said Stanley.
“She should ask us over，” said Tom，snickering.
Harry recovered himlf and reminded Stanley：“If she’s married，her old man wouldn’t like that.”
月亮拼音怎么拼写“Christ，” said Stanley virtuously，“if my wife lay about like that，for everyone to e，I’d soon stop her.”
Harry said，smiling：“How do you know，perhaps sh e’s sunning herlf at this very moment?”
书香伴我成长手抄报“Not a chance，not on our roof.” The safety of his wife put Stanley into a good humor，and they went to work. But today it was hotter than yesterday；and veral times one or the other suggested they should tell Matthew，the foreman，and ask to leave the roof until the heat wave was over. But they didn’t. There was work to be done in the bament of the big block of flats，but up here they felt free，on a different level from ordinary humanity shut in the streets or the buildings. A lot more people came out on to the roofs that day，for an hour at midday. Some married couples sat side by
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side in deck chairs，the women’s legs stockingless and scarlet，the men in vests with reddening shoulders.
The woman stayed on her blanket，turning herlf over and over. She ignored them，no matter what they did. When Harry went off to fetch more screws，Stanley said：“Come on.” Her roof belonged to a different system of roofs，parated from theirs at one point by about twenty feet. It meant a scrambling climb from one level to another，edging along parapet s，clinging to chimneys，while their big boots slipped and hered slithered，but at last they stood on a small square projecting roof looking straight down at her，clo. She sat smoking，reading a book. Tom thought she looked like a poster，or a magazine cover，with the blue sky behind her and her legs stretched out. Behind her a great crane at work on a new building in Oxford Street swung its black arm across roofs in a great arc. Tom imagined himlf at work on the crane，adjusting the arm to swing over and pick her up and swing her back across the sky to drop her near him.
They whistled. She looked up at them，cool and remote，then went on reading. Again，they were furious. Or，rather，Stanley was. His sun-heated face was screwed into a rage as he whistled again and again，trying to make her look up. Young Tom stopped whistling. He stood beside Stanley，excited，grinning；but he felt as if he were saying to the woman：Don’t associate me with him，for
his grin was apologetic. Last night he had thought of the unknown woman before he slept，and she had been tender with him. This tenderness he was remembering as he shifted his feet by the jeering，whistling Stanley，and watched the indifferent，healthy brown woman a few feet off，with the gap that plunged to the street between them. Tom thought it was romantic，it was like being
high on two hilltops. But there was a shout from Harry，and they clambered back. Stanley’s face was hard，really angry. The boy kept looking at him and wondered why he hated the woman so much，for by now he loved her.
They played their little games with the blanket，trying to trap shade to work under；but again it was not until nearly four that they could work riously，and they were exhausted，all three of them. They were grumbling about the weather by now. Stanley was in a thoroughly bad humor. When they made their routine trip to e the woman before they packed up for the day，she was apparently asleep，face down，her back all naked save for the scarlet triangle on her buttocks. “I’ve got a good mind to report her to the police，” said Stanley，and Harry said：“What’s eating you? What harm’s she doing?” “I tell you，if she was my wife!”
“But she isn’t，is she?” Tom knew that Harry，like himlf，was uneasy at Stanley’s reaction. He was normally a sharp young man，quick at his work，making a lot of jokes，good company.
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“Perhaps it will be cooler tomorrow，” said Harry.
“But it wasn’t；it was hotter，if anything，and the weather forecast said the good weather would last. As soon as they were on the roof，Harry went over to e if the woman was there，and Tom knew it was to prevent Stanley going，to put off his bad humor. Harry had grownup children，a boy the same age as Tom，and the youth trusted and looked up to him.
Harry came back and said：“She’s not there.”
