Learn English through short story – Easy English Step-by-Step

Learn English through short story – Easy English Step-by-Step

it was six o’clock I was tired it was time to go home I did not like my work in the shop I often had headaches and my feet were always tired the streets were hot and busy everybody was going home their faces looked sad I passed a flower shop it was dark and quiet the flowers smell sweet and their leaves were wet I stopped I looked in my purse I had a little money I went into the shop bought a bunch of flowers at home I put the flowers in Avars they looked beautiful I put the VARs on the table I began to make supper my father came in where’s my food he said nearly ready father I said he picked up a bottle of whiskey he poured some into a glass the bottle was nearly empty give me some money girl he said I need some more whiskey you don’t need any more I said please father don’t buy any more shut up and give me some money he said I haven’t got any I said father was angry he began to shout at me he pointed to the flaws you spent money on flowers he said he picked up the VARs and threw it on the floor the VARs broke and shut the door with a bang he will get money from a friend I thought we’ll come home drunk again tonight I picked up the broken flowers and threw them away somebody knocked at the door I did not want to open it it isn’t a friend I thought nobody comes here now the person knocked again and called my name I opened the door it was the old man from next door come in George I said Oh George came in and sat down I heard your father he said you poor girl can I help you wanted to talk to old George what can I do I said father drinks whiskey all the time he hasn’t got a job he takes all my money and spends it on drink today I bought some flowers he was angry he broke the verse sometimes I hate him do you like flowers asked Oh George I love them I said but they cost a lot of money why don’t you grow some on your balcony grow flowers I asked I’ll show you said Oh George I was a gardener once the next day I came home quickly from work George was waiting outside his flat come and see he said I went inside the old man’s flat he had some flower pots and some packets of seeds George and I carried the flower pots into my flat we filled them with earth and planted the seeds we put the pots on the balcony every evening George and I worked in our balcony garden George taught me a lot about flowers he talked about different flowers about their color and beauty I was happy in my garden I forgot about my father and my hard work at the shop George was my friend I was not lonely anymore the picture sequence from the cinema has finished you can look at it once more if you want months passed my garden became larger and more beautiful the flowers opened my father never came onto the balcony he did not like flowers he did not like George was drinking all the time he always asked me for money and he often hit me he looked ill George was ill too coughed and coughed he was thin and weak sometimes he did not come to our garden he did not leave his bed one day I cooked some food and took it to George he was lying in bed he did not turn and smile at me he did not move I went closer to him his eyes were open I touched his hand it was cold he was dead I went back to our flat my father was there he was waiting for his supper George is dead I said I began to cry he was kind to me I will miss him my father looked at me but he said nothing he took some money and went out of the house my father came home late that night why are you crying he said are you crying for George you love that silly old man didn’t you what about me I’m your father you don’t care about me I said nothing my father began to shout I’ve got a surprise for you my girl a nice young man what do you think of that he’s a good boy he’s a friend of mine you need a man not a garden stared at my father nothing look at yourself my father said you’re not pretty and you’re getting old nobody else on marry you no father no I said I’m not going to marry anybody I’m staying here I don’t want to leave my garden your gun your garden my father shouted your silly garden you spend all your money on plants you never give me money you don’t talk to me you talk to old George I hated him and I hate your garden I ran away from my father I went to my bedroom and locked the door there was a lot of noise my father was shouting and breaking things after a long time the noise stopped I left my bedroom and went to the balcony the balcony door was open I looked out the pots were broken and the plants were torn to pieces the garden was ruined I went to my father’s room I hate him I said to myself I’ll tell him he can kill me I don’t care my father’s door was locked I banged and shouted he did not open it he did not hear me he was asleep he was drunk I went back to my room what shall I do I thought where shall I go I looked round the room I took some clothes and packed them in a bag found some packets of flower seeds and put them in the bag then I took my purse and counted my money I did not have very much the picture sequence from the cinema has finished it once more if you want I left the flat and shut the door quietly I stood outside George’s door for a minute I wanted to say goodbye it was dark outside the roads were empty there were no cars or people it was very late I must leave the time I said to myself I must go to the country perhaps I can work in a garden some hours later morning came people were going to work there were some cars on the road a bus came along it stopped near me I climbed onto it on the bus I fell asleep then somebody touched my arm I woke up stops here a man said you must get off it off the bus and looked round I was in a small village the town was far away I was hungry I went to a cafe and sat down I bought some bread and tea now I had very little money must find work I thought I spoke to the waiter can you help me I asked him I don’t know this place I need work I can work as a gardener who can give me a job the waiter thought for a moment there’s a mrs. Jack he said she’s got a Market Garden but she can help you mrs. Jack’s Market Garden was two miles away I was very tired but I walked fast the garden was on the side of a hill there was a notice over the gate Jack’s gone fresh vegetables and fruit for sale I stood at the gate and looked inside I saw a long line of green houses and a field of fruit trees there was a small house behind the field I liked the place the picture sequence from the cinema has finished you can look at it once more if you want a woman came out of the house she saw me at the gate and came up to me who are you she said what do you want can you give me a job I asked no work here said the woman she turned and walked away suddenly she stopped and came back wait a minute she said we have a new greenhouse I’ll need some help come with me I followed mrs. Jack to the house she asked me many questions about plants and gardening I knew the answers Oh George was a good teacher I’ll give you a job said mrs. jack you can start today she smiled for the first time mrs. Jack gave me a room in her house I worked hard for her and I loved the work I liked the country I liked the fresh air and the sunshine I did not think about my father but I often thought about George mrs. jack was kind she paid me well for my work and gave me good food but I did not like her son Harry he was a big man with thick glasses he did not talk much or smile he watched me all the time his eyes followed me one day I was working in the new greenhouse I was watering the tomatoes I’m safe here I thought to myself I’m far away from my father and his friend I heard somebody behind me I turned round it was hairy he took my hand and smiled at me I like you he said you’re a nice girl I pushed Harry away go away I said don’t touch me I hate men you’re all the same you drink and fight and break things leave me alone I ran out of the greenhouse I wanted to be alone after that day Harry did not look at me he did not speak to me I was glad one day I had an idea I need my own little garden I thought I’ll grow some flowers then I would forget about father and Harry I make something beautiful there was a small piece of ground near the house I pulled out the weeds and dug the earth I had George’s packet of flower seeds I planted them in my new garden and watched them grow my new garden grew well the flowers had beautiful colors they smelt sweet one day mrs. jack visited my garden look mrs. jack I said flowers grow well here why don’t we grow some in the Market Garden you sell fruit and vegetables we can sell flowers too you can make more money that’s a good idea mrs. Jackson it’s your idea and you can do the work but where will you sell the flowers there’s no flower shop here I remembered the flower shop in the city it was near my father’s flat I bought my first bunch of flowers in that shop next day I got up early I picked some of my best flowers I took the bus to the city city the streets were hot the people looked tired life is better in the country I thought the people in the country are happier I walked quickly to the flower shop looked round all the time not want to meet my father the people in the shop were friendly yes we’ll buy your flowers said the manager they are very very beautiful the picture sequence from the cinema has finished you can look at it once more if you want I was pleased I thought of mrs. Jack and my garden in the country I wanted to go back at once I left the shop and began to walk quickly on the corner of the street there was a beggar he was old and very thin his clothes were dirty he had dirty hair and red eyes he put out his hand help me lady he said help a poor old man I knew his voice I looked at him it was my father I wanted to run away I wanted to go back to the country and forget my father forever but I stood still I felt for him father I said his old red eyes looked up there were tears in them he knew me it’s you he said what happened to you father I asked you ran away he said you left me I was ill for a long time I was lonely without you I was a bad father but you were always a good daughter you worked hard I took all your money and sometimes I hit you I broke up your garden I don’t talk about it father I said I wanted to buy whiskey he said but I didn’t have any money my friends left me they didn’t want me anymore now I’m a lonely old man I stand here and beg sometimes people give me a little money I get a little food I sold the furniture in the flat but I kept your things for you I thought again of my new life in the country I felt all around me the sadness of the city I took my father’s arm come on father I said we’re going home there was not much furniture in the flat there were dirty cups and plates in the kitchen there was a bad smell of dirt and old food I looked round sadly my father saw my face everything is dirty he said I can’t clean the flat you made everything nice I needed you here I did not say anything I went to my room everything was the same I thought of my last night at home it was a long time ago I went back to my father I began to clean the flat the next day I wrote a letter to mrs. Jack I told her everything I am sorry I cannot work for you anymore I wrote I must stay here and look after my father I began my old life once more I took my old job again I came home every evening and cooked for my father did not make my garden again I felt too sad my father was very different now he did not drink anymore he looked much older he talked to me kindly but he lived in the past sometimes he talked to my mother but my mother was dead she died a long time ago one evening somebody knocked on the door I opened it mrs. Jackson Harry he was holding a large bunch of flowers they were flowers from my little garden in the country the picture sequence from the cinema has finished you can look at it once more if you want we’re selling flowers to the flower shop now you said I’m bring them to the city every week but these are for you he gave me the flowers and left quickly the flowers were beautiful I’ll make my balcony garden again I thought I worked on my garden every evening soon flowers began to grow on the balcony again my father liked the garden he sat all day on the balcony sometimes he slept sometimes he talked to himself Harry came every week and brought me flowers he never spoke he gave me the flowers and went away come in and have a cup of tea Harry I said one day he came in and sat down quietly come and see my balcony garden I said my father was sitting on the balcony Harry sat down beside him I went to the kitchen and made some tea I heard their voices they were laughing I was happy the old man needs a friend I thought Harry was kind to my father there talked and laughed I watched them I was wrong about Harry I thought he is kind and gentle every week Harry came to the flat he and my father became friends my father loved his visits I often looked at Harry behind the thick glasses his eyes were kind and gentle he often smiled now I saw other things too I saw his kindness to my father his love for flowers one day I was watering the plants in my balcony garden my father was asleep in the Sun Harry came up to me he put his arms around me I want to ask you something he said yes Harry I said I’m listening but harry has said nothing looked at his eyes I understood it’s all right Harry I said the answer is yes

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  2. Very bad idea to hide the subtitles in English with those subtitles in very bad french. Not helpful at all. Please remove them.

  3. Such a nice story
    And about this poor girl I really feel bad for her
    I now sometime some circumstances happen with us but we shouldn't left our confidence

  4. the girl is so kind when he saw his father in terrible she did not left him in worries, she left her work and ready to go with father her old home, and again start the work and look after her ill old father, she never ever even thought about past, just started her life as for the first time, the girls have good heart and she always look after her parents till the end .

  5. l am an Indian writer. The theme of the story is excellent and good presentation. But convensation has Iittle speed.congratulationട!

  6. I like listening to the stories but when I listen such beautiful, calm voice it enhances my interest more and more…. You got such a wonderful voice

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