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Behrman was a failure in art. For years, he had always been planning to paint a work of art, but had never yet begun it. He earned a little money by serving as a model to artists who could not pay for a professional model. He was a fierce, little, old man who protected the two young women in the studio apartment above him.

Sue found Behrman in his room. In one area was a blank canvas that had been waiting twenty-five years for the first line of paint. Sue told him about Johnsy and how she feared that her friend would float away like a leaf.

Old Behrman was angered at such an idea. "Are there people in the world with the foolishness to die because leaves drop off a vine? Why do you let that silly business come in her brain?"

"She is very sick and weak," said Sue, "and the disease has left her mind full of strange ideas."

"This is not any place in which one so good as Miss Johnsy shall lie sick," yelled Behrman. "Some day I will paint a masterpiece, and we shall all go away."

Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to cover the window. She and Behrman went into the other room. They looked out a window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other without speaking. A cold rain was falling, mixed with snow. Behrman sat and posed as the miner.

The next morning, Sue awoke after an hour's sleep. She found Johnsy with wide-open eyes staring at the covered window.

"Pull up the shade; I want to see," she ordered, quietly.

Sue obeyed.

After the beating rain and fierce wind that blew through the night, there yet stood against the wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. It was still dark green at the center. But its edges were colored with the yellow. It hung bravely from the branch about seven meters above the ground.

"It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall today and I shall die at the same time."

"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down toward the bed. "Think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"

But Johnsy did not answer.

(MUSIC)

The next morning, when it was light, Johnsy demanded that the window shade be raised. The ivy leaf was still there. Johnsy lay for a long time, looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was preparing chicken soup.

"I've been a bad girl," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how bad I was. It is wrong to want to die. You may bring me a little soup now."

An hour later she said: "Someday I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."

Later in the day, the doctor came, and Sue talked to him in the hallway.

"Even chances," said the doctor. "With good care, you'll win. And now I must see another case I have in your building. Behrman, his name is -- some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man and his case is severe. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital today to ease his pain."

The next day, the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now -- that's all."

Later that day, Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, and put one arm around her.

"I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mister Behrman died of pneumonia today in the hospital. He was sick only two days. They found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were completely wet and icy cold. They could not imagine where he had been on such a terrible night.

And then they found a lantern, still lighted. And they found a ladder that had been moved from its place. And art supplies and a painting board with green and yellow colors mixed on it.

And look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it is Behrman's masterpiece – he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Behrman adalah kegagalan dalam seni. Selama bertahun-tahun, ia selalu merencanakan untuk melukis sebuah karya seni, tapi belum pernah belum dimulai itu. Ia mendapatkan sedikit uang dengan melayani sebagai model untuk seniman yang tidak bisa membayar untuk model profesional. Dia adalah seorang, sedikit, orang tua sengit yang dilindungi dua wanita muda di apartemen studio di atasnya. Sue ditemukan Behrman di kamarnya. Dalam satu area adalah sebuah kanvas kosong yang telah menunggu dua puluh lima tahun untuk baris pertama cat. Sue bercerita tentang Johnsy dan bagaimana ia takut bahwa temannya akan hanyut seperti daun. Old Behrman marah pada gagasan seperti itu. "Apakah ada orang di dunia dengan kebodohan yang mati karena daun drop off pohon anggur? Mengapa Anda membiarkan bahwa bisnis konyol datang dalam otaknya?" "Dia sangat sakit dan lemah," kata Sue, "dan penyakit telah meninggalkan pikirannya penuh ide aneh. " "Ini bukan tempat di mana begitu baik sebagai Miss Johnsy akan berbaring sakit," teriak Behrman. "Beberapa hari saya akan melukis sebuah karya, dan kita semua akan pergi." Johnsy sedang tidur ketika mereka naik ke atas. Sue menarik teduh turun untuk menutup jendela. Dia dan Behrman pergi ke ruangan lain. Mereka melihat keluar jendela ketakutan di pohon anggur ivy. Kemudian mereka saling memandang tanpa bicara. Sebuah hujan yang dingin jatuh, dicampur dengan salju. Behrman duduk dan berpose sebagai penambang. Keesokan paginya, Sue terbangun setelah satu jam tidur. Dia menemukan Johnsy dengan mata terbuka lebar menatap jendela tertutup. . "Tarik teduh, aku ingin melihat," perintahnya, diam-diam . Sue dipatuhi Setelah hujan pemukulan dan angin yang kencang yang bertiup sepanjang malam, ada belum berdiri dinding satu daun ivy. Ini adalah yang terakhir pada pokok anggur. Itu masih hijau tua di pusat. Tapi ujung-ujungnya diwarnai dengan kuning. Ini tergantung berani dari cabang sekitar tujuh meter di atas tanah. "Ini adalah yang terakhir," kata Johnsy. "Saya pikir itu pasti akan jatuh pada malam hari. Saya mendengar angin. Ini akan jatuh hari ini dan saya akan mati pada waktu yang sama." "Sayang, sayang!" kata Sue, bersandar wajah dikenakan nya ke arah tempat tidur. "Pikirkan saya, jika Anda tidak akan memikirkan diri sendiri. Apa yang akan saya lakukan?" Tapi Johnsy tidak menjawab. (MUSIC) Keesokan harinya, ketika itu adalah cahaya, Johnsy menuntut bahwa jendela naungan dinaikkan. Daun ivy itu masih ada. Johnsy berbaring untuk waktu yang lama, melihat itu. Dan kemudian dia menelepon untuk Sue, yang sedang mempersiapkan sup ayam. "Aku sudah menjadi gadis nakal," kata Johnsy. "... Sesuatu telah dibuat bahwa daun lalu tinggal di sana untuk menunjukkan betapa buruknya saya Ini adalah salah ingin mati Anda bisa membawa saya sup sedikit sekarang" Satu jam kemudian dia berkata: "Suatu hari nanti saya berharap untuk melukis Teluk Naples. " Kemudian pada hari itu, dokter datang, dan Sue berbicara dengannya di lorong. "Bahkan kemungkinan," kata dokter. "Dengan perawatan yang baik, Anda akan menang Dan sekarang aku harus melihat kasus lain yang saya miliki di gedung Anda Behrman, namanya -.... Beberapa jenis seniman, saya percaya Pneumonia juga Dia adalah seorang tua, pria lemah .. dan kasusnya parah ada harapan baginya, tetapi ia pergi ke rumah sakit hari ini untuk mengurangi rasa sakitnya " . Keesokan harinya, dokter mengatakan kepada Sue: "Dia keluar dari bahaya Anda memenangkan Nutrisi dan peduli sekarang -. -. itu saja " . Pada hari itu, Sue datang ke tempat di mana Johnsy berbaring, dan menempatkan satu tangan di sekelilingnya "Aku punya sesuatu untuk memberitahu Anda, tikus putih," katanya. "Pak Behrman meninggal karena pneumonia hari di rumah sakit. Dia sakit hanya dua hari. Mereka menemukan dia pagi hari pertama di kamarnya di lantai bawah tak berdaya dengan rasa sakit. Sepatu dan pakaian-Nya benar-benar basah dan es dingin. Mereka tidak bisa membayangkan di mana ia telah di suatu malam yang mengerikan. Dan kemudian mereka menemukan lentera, masih menyala. Dan mereka menemukan sebuah tangga yang telah dipindahkan dari tempatnya. Dan perlengkapan dan papan lukisan dengan warna hijau dan kuning dicampur di atasnya. Dan .? melihat keluar jendela, Sayang, pada daun ivy terakhir di dinding Apakah Anda tidak bertanya-tanya mengapa tidak pernah pindah ketika angin bertiup Ah, Sayang, itu adalah karya Behrman - ia melukisnya di sana malam bahwa daun lalu turun