Meanwhile at the bridge
Two men met by the River Thames, it was a gentleman and Fagin, he raises his hat and makes a bow, the gentleman also nods in response and raises his hat.
"Mr. Monks is very glad to meet you! Why the rush?" Fagin asks.
"There's a boy named Oliver Twist if you get rid of him, I'll pay you well!"
Fagin pretends to smile and asks.
"Is this a new fun for rich gentlemen?"
"Mr. Fagin, would you like to live a decent old age and not deny yourself anything?" Here's what, Mr. Fagin, he takes a bag of money and throws a Fagin and says.
"I'll pay the rest when you do your job!"
Feijin nervously turns around and sees someone's silhouette Mr. Monks also turns around and nods to Feijin.
"Hey, who's there, don't be afraid, we didn't hurt you!" Feijin says Angelica comes out to them.
"She's just my granddaughter! "Feijin smiles, Mr. Monks lets out something like a chuckle and says.
"Come on, Mr. Feijin, this kitty works for me! I sent her to you to give me all the information about the boy! She's something like my secret agent, I pay her well!"
Feijin opens his mouth and looks at Angelica Monks with hatred, and she catches up with him.
"What should I do next?
" Pussycat, I don't need your services anymore! "
The gentleman leaves and someone grabs her elbow and sees from the bridge Feijin approaches the apartment, and pushes the door open, and knocks the boy out of the way, he pushes Angelica forward, she falls on the sofa, and the boys are watching these two with interest.
"Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to a secret agent! She fooled us all! Do you even have a real name?" Feijin asks, he grabs the hair and pushes it towards the boys, Dodger gets up.
"Feijin, explain what's going on in general?"
"Dodger, she deceived me, she's not my granddaughter, she works for a rich gentleman, and she delivered all the information about Oliver to him!
"Dodger, You and she are fuck?" Screams Feijin at the older boy.
"It doesn't concern you! "Dodger raises his voice to Feijin, who approaches the girl, and gives her a strong slap in the face, she falls to the floor and holds her red cheek.
"From now on, you are under house arrest, and you will keep an eye on her, if any of you talk to this Rat, I will make sure that you are treated the same as her!Feijin shouts, he takes the girl by the hand and leads her to the attic, and locks the door.
"Don't hope to escape from here, doll!" Angelica goes to the window and opens it, decides to run, she goes down the roof, but the boys catch her, she bites Dodger and runs on, but she bumps into Mr. Sykes, and he hits her and she loses consciousness, she hears Nancy's scream, sees Dodger's confused brown eyes, and then sees only darkness.
Angelica lost count of how long she was already locked up, the only thing she could afford was dancing, she danced and took away that someone could come to her, Dodger saw her, he was standing at the door of her room, she met his gaze. What makes you so happy? He asks.
"I'm not happy, I'm just dancing." This is Angelica speaking.
"For whom?" Dodger asks
"For myself Says Angelica
Angelica, dance for me! Dodger comes up to her, it seems to her that he is going to burn with his gaze, she stood in front of him and says. I'll dance for you, but I'll go outside for fresh air, it's unbearable! I'm already a pickpocket, what else do you need from me?
"You're coming, but only with me!" This is Dodger speaking.
She takes the older boy by the bow pulls him to her and pushes him onto the bed she comes up to him wraps his neck with a shawl and starts moving her hips in different directions then she turns her back to him goes down a little and takes him by both sides of his head and strokes him she lifts her leg and pushes the confused and angry older boy on the bed, she helps him get rid of his outerwear, which makes him even more furious, he practically hisses. Angelica!
She jumped on the bed and began to move her hips and laugh further. She jumped off the bed and threw her silk shawl over the boy and laughed again. I'll drive him crazy! She moved her hips to the side and pushed the older boy out, she closed the door in his face.
"I want you, Dodger," said Fagin, bending over the table, "my dear friend, to do a job for me that requires the greatest care and discretion.
"Listen," Dodger said, "don't try to drag me into a dangerous case or send me back to your police station. It doesn't suit me at all, and I'm telling you so bluntly.
"There's no danger in it, not the slightest," Jack said, "you just need to follow one woman.
"For an old woman?" Jack asked
"For the young..." replied Fagin.
"I'll be fine with this case," Jack said. " I was a clever informant at school. Why would I track her down? Maybe not for that..." You don't have to do anything, just tell me where she goes, who she meets and, if possible, what she says; remember the street — if it's a street, or the house — if it's a house, and bring me all the information you can get. "How much will you pay me?" Dodger asked, putting down his cup and eagerly peering into the owner's face.
"A pound if you do it well, my dear. A whole pound," said Fagin, wishing to interest him in tracking.
" I have never given so much for a job that does not bring any benefit."
"Who is she?" he asked.
"One of ours."
"She has found new friends, my dear, and I must know who they are," replied Fagin.
"I understand" he said.
"Where is she?" Where should I wait for her? Where should I go?
"You will learn all this from me, my dear. I'll show you when the time comes..." Fagin said. "Be ready, and leave the rest to me."
That evening and the next two days, the spy sat in boots and in full combat gear, ready to set off on Fagin's orders. Six evenings passed—six long, weary evenings—and each time Fagin came home with a disappointed face and briefly informed him that the time had not yet come. On the seventh day, he arrived earlier than usual, barely hiding his delight. It was Sunday. "She's leaving today," said Fagin. "And I'm sure it's the same case..."She's spent the whole day alone, and the person she's afraid of won't be back until dawn. Let's go. Hurry up!"
Jack jumped up without saying a Word, because the Jew was in such a strong excitement that it was transmitted to him. They quietly left the house and, quickly passing through the maze of streets, finally stopped in front of the hotel, which Jack recognized as the one where he had spent the night on arrival in London. by the light of the lanterns, he saw the retreating figure of a girl who had already significantly outstripped him. Keeping to the other side of the street all the time, he approached her as close as he considered prudent, so that it would be more convenient to follow her. Two or three times she looked around anxiously, and once she stopped, wanting to let two men follow her. She seemed to have gained courage as she went on, and now she walked more firmly and confidently. The spy kept the same distance between her and himself and walked without taking his eyes off, straightened up, pressed against the wall, and, holding his breath, began to listen attentively. she whispered in his ear. He nodded and jumped up, stuffed his things into his bag and returned to she smiled at Angelica and threw a shawl over her head to protect her hair from the rain and her personality. She also pulled the cap over Oliver's head, covering his face. She grabbed his wrist and led him out the door into the rain, walking fast, but not fast enough to arouse suspicion. Soon they reached London Bridge, where a figure in a hat was waiting for them. Angelica recognized the bright red dress and handed Oliver over to Nancy.
"Be careful," she whispered, and Nancy just nodded and led Oliver up the stairs. Angelica breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave, but before she could take a step, someone's hand clamped over her mouth and dragged her behind the wall. She screamed, her screams were muffled by her hand, and hitting the figure hard with his elbow in the stomach, the man grunted and turned her around to face him. She immediately stopped resisting when she saw her captor's face. She took her hand away from her mouth,
"Dodger, what are you doing here?" The cat hissed.
"No, what are you doing here, honey? Remember when we started dating, we said we wouldn't keep secrets from each other?" Dodger crossed his arms.
"Dodger, we're just helping Oliver escape!"
"You know what I have to tell them, right? Dodger sighed.
"I'll turn you all in to the police!" Said the cat
"I could tell you the same thing," he grumbled, but he looked worried. "What are you and Nancy playing at? Hiding like this..."
"I won't talk until you tell me why you were stalking me," she said firmly, crossing her arms over her chest to demonstrate her point of view. Dodger sighed and scratched his neck,
"Feigin told me to avoid Nancy. He said she was acting weird and Bill was worried she was up to something. Which she obviously does. I just didn't expect you to be involved in this."
."..We… We're helping Oliver get back to Mr. Brownlow," she confessed. Dodger's eyes widened,
"Help him escape?! "Are you crazy?! You know he'll turn on us, and it won't be any good for Fagin!
"He will never, ever become a peach. I thought you knew that, Dodge. Besides, he's not cut out for this kind of life, unlike you and me."
Dodger looked at her incredulously.
"Honey," he breathed, "you're really stupid, you know that?" Angelica looked at him intently and stood up, brushing off her skirts.
"Thank you for the compliment," she said dryly, leaving. Dodger got up and ran to catch up with her, adjusting to her pace.
"You know I have to tell Fagin about this.
" Friendliness is not in our blood. I became convinced that we are not friends, friends should like each other. And after tonight, I'll never like you."
"And I'll never like you." I will say more: I hate you.
" I've never hated anyone so much..."
" I feel the sparkling hatred with every nerve…"
"Inside me is a fiery bowl of boiling hatred, ready to pour out at any moment…"
"There's no point threatening me," he said, opening the door to see Bill and Fagin at a wooden table, heads bent over a large bottle of gin. Kitty turned pale and quickly walked past them. Bill looked up and saw Dodger.
"Ah, Dodge! You're back! We're already worried... - he muttered something indistinctly, there was a taste of alcohol in his voice. Fagin nodded and waved to him,
"Tell us the news, boy! What was Nancy doing?"
Kitty leaned against the keyhole, pricking up her ears.
"Good... I followed her and she met an elderly.
I didn't do anything."
"Liar," he chuckled, getting up and walking towards her until they were face to face.
Dodger took her chin and said:
" What's wrong with you Cat?"
"I don't know, Dodger!
Dodger and the Cat had returned, and Fagin was waiting for them.
"Nancy, and they met the Cat with some rich gentleman, they will tell the police about us!" We were just handed over!"
"Maybe it wasn't Nancy with the cat?" Fagin looked coldly at the boy. Bill Sykes peeked out from behind the next chair.
"What is the name of the second girl?"
"Hey, come to me!" — Bill Sykes ordered it.
"What are you two doing on the bridge?"
"None of your business!" said the Cat.
"How tired I am of you all!" said Sykes, he walked up to the Cat and punched her in the stomach, she coughed up blood, then kicked her again, she doubled over, and finally he grabbed her by the hair.
"Let her go, or I'll shoot!" It turned out that Dodger stole his gun when he was beating up a girl. Sykes just laughed. And one song that Miss Rose had given her was playing in her head.
"London Bridge is falling apart,
Fall, fall.
London Bridge is falling apart,
My beautiful lady.
Take the key and lock it,
Lock her up, lock her up.
Take the key and lock it,
My beautiful lady.
How will we build it,
Build, build?
How will we build it,
My fair lady?
Build it with silver and gold,
Silver and gold, silver and gold.
Build it with silver and gold,
My beautiful lady.
I don't have any gold or silver,
I don't, I don't.
I don't have any gold or silver,
My fair lady."
"Boy, I'd rather kill you!" He took the gun from Dodger and put it to his throat.
"Bill, leave them alone, it's not their fault!" Fagin got up from his chair.
"Should I kill you?" Bill put a gun to Fagin's throat. Dodger crawled up to the Cat. Sykes took the gun and ran out. The cat began to shrink with blood.
"Nancy, he's going to kill her!" Dodger the Cat said and the girl ran after Sykes The cat opened the door and Nancy was lying on the floor, her eyes were open there was a lot of blood around. The cat hit Dodger, then hit him again.
"It's all your fault, even Fagin tried to shut you up!
Someone started to get up, Dodger Dodger grabbed the Cat and hid with her under the bed, he covered her mouth with a kiss, the police left, the cat ran out of the apartment first, Dodger ran after her again there was a heavy downpour. The cat hid behind the wall of the house.
"Cat, I'm sorry!" shouted Dodger
"He could have killed us!" the Cat screamed, she began to beat the boy Dodger kissed the Cat again.
"Sykes, he's probably hiding at Feiga's! They need help," Dodger said, he and the Cat returned to Feigi, the cat came for Dodger, she smiled when she saw everyone safe and sound, she looked at the second boy, he showed them to leave here, they turned their heads and Sykes was sitting in a chair with a dog, the cat backed away and Sykes pulled out a gun.
" Go both to the others, you would have been killed then!"
"You killed Nancy, she loved you!" said the Cat. Sykes rolled his eyes theatrically.
"It's all your fault! You're going to mourn her death, you're Oliver and the girl are coming with me, he walked up to them and grabbed each one, he backed up to the open window, Dodger got up and started approaching Sykes.
"The cat won't go anywhere with you! The police will come here and arrest you!" Dodger attacked Sykes and started fighting with him The Cat hugged Oliver by the shoulders Sykes pushed Dodger away, grabbed Oliver and the Cat and disappeared Dodger ran to the second window opened it and screamed:
"Hey, Bill Sykes is here, come upstairs!Pussycat, I remember you wanted to send everyone to Damn!Now you can to do it. "But, Dodger, I wanted to send you to Damn first!
" She scream.
Dodger ran to the first window, rolled his eyes and saw that Sykes was hanged, the cat and Oliver were standing and could not move. The cat screamed:
" Dodger, get out of there!"
"Oliver, I have to run!" The cat said Oliver nodded, she met Dodger and the other boys downstairs, Dodger hugged her, she hugged him back. The police ran after them, when everything was quiet, they returned to their former place.
"From now on, I'm in charge here!" said Roth.
The cat and Charlie looked piteously at Dodger. He rolled his eyes and shrugged.
"Please, you've been dreaming about this for a long time!"
"Dodger, what happened to Feigi?" The cat asked
Dodger hit himself on the forehead the three of them ran to the police station The cat snuggled up to Dodger when the prisoners started shouting something Dodger took hold of the bars and said:
" Feigi, how are you?"
"They feed me meat!" —he said
"Cat, Charlie, did you come to visit me too?" They nodded, and Fagin grabbed Dodger.
"Find Oliver, he will protect me!" Dodger Charlie and the Cat broke up The cat found Oliver.
"Cat, come live with me, you deserve another life!" She shook her head.
"No, Feijin can be hanged, please get him out of jail!"
"He's done too much wrong. It doesn't depend on me anymore, I'm sorry!"— The cat wiped her tears and found Dodger and Charlie. She wiped her tears and they went to the main square, Feijin was not there today. They came back every night she was tormented by nightmares like Dodger he came to her she cried all night when he began to dress in the morning she hugged him.
The front door was ajar, and Angelica, panting, ran into Feiga's apartment, into the hallway and stopped for a moment in the rainbow glow of the chandelier. Although the apartment was brightly lit, there was a deep silence in it—not the peaceful silence of sleep, but a wary, tired and slightly ominous silence. Angelica immediately saw that Dodger was not in the hall or in the dining room, and her heart sank. And if he is not here, but somewhere with a Beautiful Woman or where he spends his evenings when he does not come to dinner? She somehow didn't take this into account.
She started up the stairs, hoping to find him after all, when she saw that the door to the dining room was closed.
He looked at her, and she was standing on the threshold with her hand pressed to her heart-he looked at her for a long time, calmly, almost affectionately, and those frightened dark eyes were fixed somewhere past her. He looked over her shoulder with his heavy gaze, as if he saw Nancy walking quietly across the room to the door. He seemed to be saying goodbye to her, but there was no grief or suffering in his face, only surprise at himself, only a painful awakening of feelings that had not declared themselves since his youth, and he repeated:
"She was a real lady."
A shiver passed through her body, and the light of joy that had warmed her disappeared-the warmth and delight that had prompted her to rush home as if on wings disappeared. She began to understand what was going on in Dodger's soul when he said "sorry" to the only person in the world whom he respected.
So she's dead. He said it in a different, casual and cold tone. - You see how well everything is arranged with you. Oh, how can you say that! she exclaimed with deep resentment, feeling tears coming to her eyes. "You know how much I loved her!"
- No, I can't say what I did. This is a complete surprise for me!
How can you say that? Of course, I've always appreciated her! But this is not the case. You didn't know her like I did! You just can't understand her... you can't understand how good she was!
"Is that so?" Perhaps."
"She took care of everyone, everyone but herself... by the way, her last words were about you.
He turned to her, his eyes flashing with great interest.
"What did she say?"
"Oh, not now, Dodger.
"Tell me."
He said it calmly, but squeezed her hand so hard that it hurt. She didn't want to talk—that wasn't how she was going to tell him about her love, but his handshake demanded an answer.
"She said... she said… "Be kind to Dodger. He loves you so much."
The front door was ajar, and Angelica, breathing heavily, ran out into the hall and stood for a moment in the rainbow glow of the chandelier. Although the house was brightly lit, there was a deep silence in it—not the peaceful silence of sleep, but a wary, tired and slightly ominous silence. Angelica immediately saw that Dodger was not in the hall or in the library, and her heart sank. And if he is not here, but somewhere with a Beautiful Woman or where he spends his evenings when he does not come to dinner? She somehow didn't take this into account.
She started up the stairs, hoping to find him after all, when she saw that the door to the dining room was closed. Her heart sank with shame at the sight of that closed door—she remembered many evenings last summer when Doger sat there alone and got drunk to the point of stupefaction, and then spanked him and put him to bed. She is to blame for what happened, but she will change everything. Now everything will be different... If only, great God, he wasn't too drunk today. "After all, if he gets too drunk today, he won't believe me and will start laughing, and it will break my heart."
She quietly opened the door and looked into the dining room. He was sitting at the table, bent over, in front of him was a decanter full of wine, but uncorked, and there was nothing in the glass. Thank God he's sober. She threw open the doors, trying not to rush to him. But when he looked at her, something in his gaze stopped her and the words froze on her lips.
He looked at her with his black eyes from under his swollen eyelids from fatigue, and there was no light in his eyes. Although her hair was in disarray over her shoulders, her chest heaved heavily, and her knee-length skirts were stained with mud, there was no surprise or question on his face, and his lips did not curl into a slight smile. He was sprawled heavily in an armchair, the coat hugging the plump, once so slender and beautiful body was crumpled, the strong-willed face was roughened. He looked at Angelica, and she was standing there Angelica, has it ever occurred to you that even the most immortal love can wear out?
Has it ever occurred to you that I loved you as only a man can love a woman? Did he love you for many years before he got you? You were so dear to me that I thought I was ready to kill Charlie.
I knew you didn't love me You see I wanted you to play like a child. Because you are a child-a brave, scared, stubborn child. In my opinion, you have remained a child. After all, only a child can be so stubborn and so said that we were meant for each other. All because I am the only one of your acquaintances who was able to love you, even after finding out what you really are: cruel, greedy, unscrupulous, like me. But I loved you and decided to take a chance. And I loved you so much. If you would only let me, I would love you so tenderly, so carefully, as no man has ever loved before. But I could not let you feel it, because I knew that you would consider me weak and immediately try to use my love.
Suddenly she felt sorry for him, so sorry that she almost forgot about her own grief and the fear born of his words.
"My dear, you are such a child... It seems to you that if you said, "I'm very sorry," all the mistakes and all the pain of the past years can be crossed out, erased from memory, that all the poison will go out of the old wounds... Take my handkerchief. As long as I've known you, you've never had a handkerchief in difficult moments of your life.
She took the handkerchief from him, blew her nose and sat down. It was quite clear that he would not open his arms to her. And it became clear that all his talk about love was leading to nothing. It was a story about times long gone, and he looked at it all as if from the side. That's what was scary. He looked at her thoughtfully, almost with kind eyes.
"How old are you, my dear?" You never told me that.
"Sixteen," she answered dully into her handkerchief.
So... so I've destroyed everything... and you don't love me anymore?
"That's right.
"But," she continued stubbornly, like a child who thinks it's enough to express a wish for it to come true, "but I love you!
" This is your trouble."
" I'm leaving. I was going to tell you about it after you got back."
"Are you leaving me?"
"I need you. Take me with you!"
"No," he said in a tone that brooked no argument. It seemed to her that she was going to burst into tears, uncontrollably, like a child. She was ready to throw herself on the floor, cursing, screaming, kicking. But some remnants of pride and common sense held her back. She thought: "If I behave like this, he will only laugh or stand and look at me. I shouldn't cry, I shouldn't ask
"I need you. Take me with you!"
"No," he said in a tone that brooked no argument. It seemed to her that she was going to burst into tears, uncontrollably, like a child. She was ready to throw herself on the floor, cursing, screaming, kicking. But some remnants of pride and common sense held her back. She thought: "If I behave like this, he will only laugh or stand and look at me. I shouldn't cry, I shouldn't ask
" Where are you going?"
Admiration flashed in his eyes, and he answered:
" Maybe to America... I was having a damn good time-so good that it started to get boring. And now I wanted something else. No, I don't intend to change anything about myself, except for my spots. But I want to at least outwardly become like the people I knew, to find this dull respectability -respectability that other people have, my kitty, not me-a calm dignity, the primordial grace of bygone times. In those days, I just lived without understanding their slow charm..."
Angelica silently watched him go up the stairs, and it seemed to her that she was about to suffocate from the pain that squeezed her chest. Right now, the sound of his footsteps would freeze at the top, and everything that made sense in her life would die with it. Now she knew that there was nothing to appeal to his feelings or to reason-nothing could force this cold brain to abandon the verdict it had passed. Now she knew that he really meant it-right down to the last words he said. She knew this because she felt the strength in him-unbending and inexorable, what she was looking for in Charl and never found.
She was thinking about her uncle, and it was as if a cool hand lay on her heart, calming its rapid beating. She could see the white house shining cheerfully through the reddish autumn foliage. against the background of white walls. And suddenly she desperately wanted to see Oliver and Rose. She will bring Artful back. She knows what she will return. There is no man she could not win if she wanted to.
"I'll think about all this tomorrow, at home. Tomorrow I'll find a way to get Dodger back. After all, tomorrow will be another day."
I'm sorry, whats but this The End...
Perhaps, there will be a sequel, she will become a lady, maybe a war, or I will send them to Australia as in the 2001 TV series, l very like it, I have known this story for a long time, I have watched it for a long time and wrote it for a long time now Oliver is not very popular, I hope someone will read and write a review, and I decided to do it like in gone with the winds!
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