The only sources of sound are the noise of the typewriter and the clock cabinet, which showed the twelfth hour of the morning. In the recording room, judging by the bright light, fruitful work was carried out.
- "June 6th, 1911. 11:23 p.m. Eighteenth lesson in articulation. Improvements: significant... "- Higgins tore his eyes off the typewriter and looked at Doolittle, who, exhausted in a day of study, sat on a chair at the other end of the comorca and repeated the sounds of the vowels of the English alphabet dictated in the phonograph. Tired of holding a posture, the girl put her elbow on the table and stagnated for a long time, launching her fingers into chestnut hair, retracted in the tail. The professor frowned, took the sheet out of the car, jumped it and threw it out, inserting a new one - "June 6, 1911. 11:25 p.m. Eighteenth lesson in articulation. Improvements: insignificant. "
Without a share of sympathy, he again threw up a look at the former flower girl, judged by her pose. Eliza felt these forever reproaching eyes and with great reluctance returned to a static position, without much enthusiasm smoothing the folds of a dark green velvet skirt and continuing to reprimand the letters.
-Don't make lips like a macaque from Regents Park. Softer, Eliza, softer, - the professor noticed in the voice of a moralizing dad, which finally disabled a tired girl.
- I'm sleepe-e-e...
-Well, go on,- Higgins skipped past the student's ears, with a typical sound, continuing to aggressively type on the typewriter.
-... I am bloody tired and I want to sleep! - sniffed dissatisfied Doolittle in her characteristic dialect - cockney, which quickly returned the man's attention to herself.
- It seemed to me now, or all works during these two months went to the cat under the tail?
-yuh! - complained Eliza, looking with disgust at the ill-fated phonograph.
-No, it didn't seem,-Henry sighed, moving away from the table, -I understand perfectly well, sometimes it is difficult to understand the principle of extracting certain sounds, but to understand the articulation base is overwhelming. But here is the practice, Eliza, if you learn the necessary perseverance, then, undoubtedly, these night sittings will soon end, otherwise...
- Higgins, be reasonable, time for midnight! - Suddenly appeared Colonel Pickering was indignant. Judging by his sleepy and indignant facial expression, he has long been unable to sleep because of the votes on the ground floor.
- If we interfere with you, you should buy ear plugs for sleep. Mrs. Pierce uses the same, ask where she bought them. Eliza, go on, "The man corrected his tie and smelled the floors of the robe, falling apart in a chair.
-... The girl works from six in the morning, she also needs a rest to absorb information. You must understand this as a teacher! - The colonel continued to insist on his own, for the most part being on the side of the girl.
- Come on, Pickering, this girl sold her worthless violets both in the snow and in the rain twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week for many years. Nothing's gonna happen to her if I keep her in class. Besides, we have very limited time, if you remember.
- Intellectual work is different from physical work, Higgins. And for his competent assimilation, rest is necessary. And we still have time, about four months. Listen, I really ask for my words.
- Definitely I will listen, but do not interfere with us, be kind. Eliza, why did you shut up?... - Henry turned around and saw the girl dozing off, leaning her cheek on her palm. The colonel sighed, leaving the room and covering the door behind him.
-God, give me strength,- Higgins rolled his eyes, rose from his chair and went to Doolittle, pushing her slightly in the shoulder, -Classes are over, but until I forget, we have to do something else.-
Eliza yawned gently, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She lightly raised her head at the professor, watching him dig into a large closet. The man was finally able to get the object he was looking for on telescopic legs, about four to five feet high. The girl's blue eyes were childish, and sleepiness was removed as a hand:
-... Is this what I think?!
"Oh, if I knew what you were thinking, it would be much easier for me to teach you everything you needed," Higgins grinned, delivering other devices from the locker, preparing them on the table - we need to take a series of photos where you remove certain sounds with the help of your mouth in a static pose. The aim of this study is to...
-Oh yep It's bloody interesting,- Eliza jumped lively from her chair, approaching the professor to study this subject carefully.
-"yep, bloody interesting",- Quietly repeated Henry spreading focus fur and fixing the camera more reliably on his legs, -...And now sit on this chair sideways to the camera and, on my command, start reading one vowel at a time, - While the girl with great impatience sat on a chair, correcting the cuffs and collar of a patterned white shirt, the professor carefully adjusted the camera, delivering from the box of film winding, - How do you know about the camera?
- Well, actually, I am not sooo dark girl, and I know a lot! - said Doolittle, - my mother had a half-brother, died a long time ago, well, he was fond of photography. Uncle Tom photographed me, I was really small, but I clearly remember how he put me on a chair and always said "Now a Nerd will fly!"
-Nerd? Maybe a bird?
- No, no, nerd, I remember for , what was I talking about?
- About the camera.
- O! I remembered. In general, he had a huge healthy box, not what is yours, you have some small one.
Higgins, who until now stood hummed at the lens, suddenly straightened up, as if the girl's words somehow managed to hurt him:
- For that mine is much more practical and functional!
"Well, I'm not arguing, you just asked, and I answered...
- no matter, - Higgins broke , who could not listen to the student for too long because of the content of her speech. "Definitely, in addition to an improved pronunciation, she should work on the vocabulary, at the same time cleaning her speech..."
- So, how long?
- Patience... and... it is ready. Say a long "o-o."
- "o-o-h-"?
- "o-o-o-o!"
- "o-o-o-o"... And the nerd will be...?
- LIZA!
-Okay, okay."o-o-o-o-o-o"...
- It is too late "o-o-o"! You probably ruined the frame!
-Why yell at me? I did not know that the photo is taken quickly, - the girl snapped, putting her hands on her chest.
- I do not scream, I am calm! Calm... - The phonetics teacher sighed noisily, making amends with his hand with his dark strands of hair back, - Watch your tongue and do strictly what I say. Relax the larynx, the chin is lower - Higgins again leaned towards the camera, changing the frame. Unfortunately, it will be possible to find out what came out in the picture only after the manifestation, which especially depressed the phonetics teacher with such a restless nature. Eliza sighed and humbly sat sideways.
They took about six pictures, on Henry's suspicion, which turned out to be most likely successful.
"And now the last one, get ready."
Cleverly squinting, the flower girl smirked playfully, and after the professor's team, she turned to the camera and made a funny face, showing her tongue. After pressing the shutter, the man slowly raised his head, having managed to convict the girl of such a treacherous crime. He looked at Eliza with a poker face. And she, in turn, quickly returned to her original position, as if she had not done anything like that.
- Goddamn cabbage,- Henry spoiled, - again. No foolishness. You damn you are an adult! - Another click of the shutter is a new picture. Another picture where a girl writhes a roast. By George. he's going to explode now.
The professor's nerves began to pass. He fell powerlessly into a chair, staring a glass look somewhere through the girl. They spent about two minutes in complete silence.
-... Take a picture with me, then in your last shot I will do as needed. - cast the first voice of Doolittle, shyly going over the creases of the dress.
- "June 6th, 1911. 11:23 p.m. Eighteenth lesson in articulation. Improvements: significant... "- Higgins tore his eyes off the typewriter and looked at Doolittle, who, exhausted in a day of study, sat on a chair at the other end of the comorca and repeated the sounds of the vowels of the English alphabet dictated in the phonograph. Tired of holding a posture, the girl put her elbow on the table and stagnated for a long time, launching her fingers into chestnut hair, retracted in the tail. The professor frowned, took the sheet out of the car, jumped it and threw it out, inserting a new one - "June 6, 1911. 11:25 p.m. Eighteenth lesson in articulation. Improvements: insignificant. "
Without a share of sympathy, he again threw up a look at the former flower girl, judged by her pose. Eliza felt these forever reproaching eyes and with great reluctance returned to a static position, without much enthusiasm smoothing the folds of a dark green velvet skirt and continuing to reprimand the letters.
-Don't make lips like a macaque from Regents Park. Softer, Eliza, softer, - the professor noticed in the voice of a moralizing dad, which finally disabled a tired girl.
- I'm sleepe-e-e...
-Well, go on,- Higgins skipped past the student's ears, with a typical sound, continuing to aggressively type on the typewriter.
-... I am bloody tired and I want to sleep! - sniffed dissatisfied Doolittle in her characteristic dialect - cockney, which quickly returned the man's attention to herself.
- It seemed to me now, or all works during these two months went to the cat under the tail?
-yuh! - complained Eliza, looking with disgust at the ill-fated phonograph.
-No, it didn't seem,-Henry sighed, moving away from the table, -I understand perfectly well, sometimes it is difficult to understand the principle of extracting certain sounds, but to understand the articulation base is overwhelming. But here is the practice, Eliza, if you learn the necessary perseverance, then, undoubtedly, these night sittings will soon end, otherwise...
- Higgins, be reasonable, time for midnight! - Suddenly appeared Colonel Pickering was indignant. Judging by his sleepy and indignant facial expression, he has long been unable to sleep because of the votes on the ground floor.
- If we interfere with you, you should buy ear plugs for sleep. Mrs. Pierce uses the same, ask where she bought them. Eliza, go on, "The man corrected his tie and smelled the floors of the robe, falling apart in a chair.
-... The girl works from six in the morning, she also needs a rest to absorb information. You must understand this as a teacher! - The colonel continued to insist on his own, for the most part being on the side of the girl.
- Come on, Pickering, this girl sold her worthless violets both in the snow and in the rain twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week for many years. Nothing's gonna happen to her if I keep her in class. Besides, we have very limited time, if you remember.
- Intellectual work is different from physical work, Higgins. And for his competent assimilation, rest is necessary. And we still have time, about four months. Listen, I really ask for my words.
- Definitely I will listen, but do not interfere with us, be kind. Eliza, why did you shut up?... - Henry turned around and saw the girl dozing off, leaning her cheek on her palm. The colonel sighed, leaving the room and covering the door behind him.
-God, give me strength,- Higgins rolled his eyes, rose from his chair and went to Doolittle, pushing her slightly in the shoulder, -Classes are over, but until I forget, we have to do something else.-
Eliza yawned gently, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She lightly raised her head at the professor, watching him dig into a large closet. The man was finally able to get the object he was looking for on telescopic legs, about four to five feet high. The girl's blue eyes were childish, and sleepiness was removed as a hand:
-... Is this what I think?!
"Oh, if I knew what you were thinking, it would be much easier for me to teach you everything you needed," Higgins grinned, delivering other devices from the locker, preparing them on the table - we need to take a series of photos where you remove certain sounds with the help of your mouth in a static pose. The aim of this study is to...
-Oh yep It's bloody interesting,- Eliza jumped lively from her chair, approaching the professor to study this subject carefully.
-"yep, bloody interesting",- Quietly repeated Henry spreading focus fur and fixing the camera more reliably on his legs, -...And now sit on this chair sideways to the camera and, on my command, start reading one vowel at a time, - While the girl with great impatience sat on a chair, correcting the cuffs and collar of a patterned white shirt, the professor carefully adjusted the camera, delivering from the box of film winding, - How do you know about the camera?
- Well, actually, I am not sooo dark girl, and I know a lot! - said Doolittle, - my mother had a half-brother, died a long time ago, well, he was fond of photography. Uncle Tom photographed me, I was really small, but I clearly remember how he put me on a chair and always said "Now a Nerd will fly!"
-Nerd? Maybe a bird?
- No, no, nerd, I remember for , what was I talking about?
- About the camera.
- O! I remembered. In general, he had a huge healthy box, not what is yours, you have some small one.
Higgins, who until now stood hummed at the lens, suddenly straightened up, as if the girl's words somehow managed to hurt him:
- For that mine is much more practical and functional!
"Well, I'm not arguing, you just asked, and I answered...
- no matter, - Higgins broke , who could not listen to the student for too long because of the content of her speech. "Definitely, in addition to an improved pronunciation, she should work on the vocabulary, at the same time cleaning her speech..."
- So, how long?
- Patience... and... it is ready. Say a long "o-o."
- "o-o-h-"?
- "o-o-o-o!"
- "o-o-o-o"... And the nerd will be...?
- LIZA!
-Okay, okay."o-o-o-o-o-o"...
- It is too late "o-o-o"! You probably ruined the frame!
-Why yell at me? I did not know that the photo is taken quickly, - the girl snapped, putting her hands on her chest.
- I do not scream, I am calm! Calm... - The phonetics teacher sighed noisily, making amends with his hand with his dark strands of hair back, - Watch your tongue and do strictly what I say. Relax the larynx, the chin is lower - Higgins again leaned towards the camera, changing the frame. Unfortunately, it will be possible to find out what came out in the picture only after the manifestation, which especially depressed the phonetics teacher with such a restless nature. Eliza sighed and humbly sat sideways.
They took about six pictures, on Henry's suspicion, which turned out to be most likely successful.
"And now the last one, get ready."
Cleverly squinting, the flower girl smirked playfully, and after the professor's team, she turned to the camera and made a funny face, showing her tongue. After pressing the shutter, the man slowly raised his head, having managed to convict the girl of such a treacherous crime. He looked at Eliza with a poker face. And she, in turn, quickly returned to her original position, as if she had not done anything like that.
- Goddamn cabbage,- Henry spoiled, - again. No foolishness. You damn you are an adult! - Another click of the shutter is a new picture. Another picture where a girl writhes a roast. By George. he's going to explode now.
The professor's nerves began to pass. He fell powerlessly into a chair, staring a glass look somewhere through the girl. They spent about two minutes in complete silence.
-... Take a picture with me, then in your last shot I will do as needed. - cast the first voice of Doolittle, shyly going over the creases of the dress.