Do you want to dance?But then I loo

Do you want to dance?
But then I looked up and there was a second tall boy
in a blue and white shirt at the door of the disco, with
the same eyes and the same mouth and nearly the same
hair.
But the boy near the door had that nice, quiet, shy
face — not a big, open, friendly smile. Suddenly I knew:
this was his brother with me on the dance-floor, not
him! I was with the wrong brother!
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He stood for a moment near the door and watched
me and his brother on the dance-floor with sad eyes. I
wanted to run to him, to take his sad face in my hands
and say 'sorry'. He looked at me, then he went out
quickly.
I stopped dancing, walked back to my table and sat
down. His brother started to dance with Louise.
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I didn't sleep that night. I thought about him all the
time, and listened to the noises of the boat and the sea.
In the morning I went to the cafe at eight o'clock and
waited there with my sister for a long time. I wanted to
say 'sorry' to him. I had four cups of coffee, and I don't
really like coffee.
But he didn't come. Where was he? Where was he?
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At eleven o'clock we arrived in Santander. I wanted
to stop the boat: I wanted to stop the holiday; I wanted
to go back to England. I only wanted to see him again,
to talk to him, to ask his name.
But he wasn't there.
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Where are you?
I want to see you again.



Mark's story
I started Spanish at school in September and I like it.
We've got a good teacher - Old Webb. 'Mr Webb,
not Old Webb,' my mother always says to me.
'He isn't old, you know.'
Old Webb - sorry, Mr Webb - always
takes some people from our school to a
place in Spain for the first two weeks of
the holidays, every July. Old Webb is
OK. Not bad, for a teacher.
We were at Portsmouth with Old Webb - sorry, Mr
Webb - and Mrs Webb. She's from Argentina; all the
boys think she's good-looking, too. There were six of
us with the Webbs: Harry Potts and his sister Sonia,
Nick Atkins (he's a good friend), Sue Bellamy (she's
clever), my brother Dave and me (we're fourteen and
we're good friends too . . . usually).
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There were hundreds of people on the boat. It was
hot in the sun, a lovely day. People watched the sea
and the small boats. I liked being in the sun and thinking
about the two weeks holiday in
Spain. Old Webb started
one of his stories about
Argentina, but I didn't
listen. I started to look at
the people. And this girl was
there, near me, a really goodlooking
girl with nice brown
eyes and black hair.
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Mmm. She's nice.
And she's looking at me!
I'm really shy and I'm not very good with girls. I
didn't talk to her then, but I watched her with her
sister and her mother and father. Then they walked
away and she smiled at me for a
moment before they
went. My brother
Dave saw her,
and he laughed
quietly at my
red face.
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Hey! She's smiling at
you . . . and you re all red
in the face - you're in love!
Hey, man! You're in love!
I wanted to see her again, perhaps in the cafe at
lunch-time, or perhaps in the cinema in the afternoon.
But she wasn't there and I don't remember the film.
In the evening we had a drink with Old Webb and
Lovely Lucrezia (that's our name for Mrs Webb). After
that Dave and Harry went to the disco — they wanted
to meet some girls. I don't like dancing, but I went to
the disco later: I wanted to see her again, the lovely girl
with the dancing brown eyes and the nice smile.
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It was dark in the disco, and I stood near the door
and watched the dancers. Then I saw her on the dancefloor
. . . and she was with Dave! With my brother,
Dave! She smiled at him, too, a lovely smile.
I didn't want to watch; I walked out. I went and
looked at the sea and thought about things quietly. I
thought about her, her and Dave.
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Oh no! She's with Dave!
I was up early in the morning, before six o'clock. I
went out again and watched the early morning sun and
the sea. There was only one old man and the sea birds
there with me. The old man smiled at me, but we didn't
talk. I liked being quiet.
I went in and had a coffee in the cafe, but I didn't
want to eat. All the time I wanted to see her. I wanted
her to walk into the cafe and come across to my table
and sit down with me and tell me her name and talk to
me. But she didn't come. I waited and waited, but she
didn't come.
22

23
At eight o'clock I went to find Nick and Dave.
Dave was very quiet all day, and he was really nice to
me. And I didn't see her again before we arrived in
Santander at eleven.
She wasn't there.
Will she come?


The town's story
Comillas is a small town fifty kilometres from
Santander, near the sea. In the town there are quiet
streets of old buildings and there is a small square.
There are small shops and cafes with tables and chairs
in the square, under the trees. A lot of people from
Madrid come to Comillas for their holidays, and a lot of
people from England stay in the town too. In the
evenings in June and July and August people like to
walk in the streets of Comillas. They stop in the
square and stand and talk together; their children
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the children or read their
newspapers or talk.
play together. Some people sit at the cafe
tables and have a drink and watch
It was disco-night in Comillas on the
evening after the boat arrived in
Santander from Portsmouth. There were a
lot of people in the square — Spanish people
from Comillas and Madrid, but families from England
and France and Germany and Holland too. Some of the
English families from the boat were there now, in
Comillas for a night or two.
25
26

Donna was there with her family, at a table under
some trees. Her eyes were on the dancers . . . but she
didn't see them; the music was in her ears . . . but she
didn't hear it. She didn't want to look or listen or
dance; she didn't want to be there. She only wanted to
see the lovely, shy boy from the boat, perhaps to dance
with him.
I only want to see
him again . . . perhaps
dance with him.
First Mr and Mrs Webb wanted to go to a little
place near the beach where they always had good fish.
They wanted to have a good time on their first evening
in Spain, and later there was the disco in the square at
Comillas . . .
Let's go and eat at one
of the places down near the
beach. Then we can go to the
disco in the square at
Comillas. OK?
Yeah! Right!
Mark didn't want to go. He didn't want to eat or
dance or talk and laugh. He wanted to sit quietly and
think about the good-looking girl on the boat. Where
was she now? But Dave and Harry and Nick and Sue
all wanted him to go . . .
Later that evening he walked into the square at
Comillas with his friends. They found a table at one of
the cafes and they all sat down.
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Mark looked slowly at the people at the tables near
them . . . Donna looked sadly at the people dancing
and standing in the square . . . then their eyes met.
Time stopped. He was here! She was here!
He smiled at her with his nice blue eyes. She smiled
back at him with her dark brown eyes. Suddenly he
wasn't shy. He stood up and started to walk across to
her . . . she was on her feet. Their hands met. She
wanted to dance now, only with him!
29


The others watched and smiled - they all knew.
And Dave? Dave watched and smiled happily. You see
only Dave really knew the story. Only Dave knew his
plan for his brother.
And Donna and Mark started to dance. They were
together.
30


My plan worked, you see. Mark is
always really shy with girls and I wanted him
to move, to get together with that girl. That's
why I wanted him to see us at the disco . . . to
stop being shy with girls . . . to move!

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Apakah Anda ingin berdansa?Tapi kemudian aku mendongak dan ada seorang tinggi keduakemeja biru dan putih di pintu disko, dengansama mata dan mulut yang sama dan hampir samarambut.Tapi anak laki-laki dekat pintu yang bagus, tenang, maluwajah — tidak besar, terbuka, ramah senyum. Tiba-tiba aku tahu:ini bukanlah saudaranya dengan saya di lantai dansa,Dia! Saya sangat dengan saudara salah!12Ia berdiri sejenak di dekat pintu dan menyaksikansaya dan saudaranya pada lantai dansa dengan mata sedih. Sayaingin menjalankan kepadanya untuk mengambil wajah sedih di tangankudan mengatakan 'Maaf'. Dia memandangku, kemudian dia pergicepat.Aku berhenti menari, berjalan kembali ke meja saya dan dudukturun. Saudaranya mulai menari dengan Louise.13Saya tidak tidur malam itu. Aku berpikir tentang dia semuawaktu, dan mendengarkan suara-suara perahu dan laut.Di pagi hari aku pergi ke kafe di delapan jam danmenunggu ada dengan adikku untuk waktu yang lama. Saya inginmengatakan 'Maaf' kepadanya. Aku punya empat cangkir kopi, dan aku tidakbenar-benar seperti kopi.Tapi dia tidak datang. Mana Apakah dia? Mana Apakah dia?14Pada jam sebelas kami tiba di Santander. Aku inginuntuk menghentikan kapal: saya ingin menghentikan liburan; Aku inginuntuk kembali ke Inggris. Aku hanya ingin melihat dia lagi,untuk berbicara dengan dia, untuk mengajukan nama-Nya.Tetapi dia tidak ada.15Kamu di mana?Saya ingin melihatmu lagi.Cerita MarkusAku mulai Spanyol di sekolah pada bulan September dan aku menyukainya.Kami punya guru yang baik - Webb tua. ' Mr Webb,not Old Webb,' my mother always says to me.'He isn't old, you know.'Old Webb - sorry, Mr Webb - alwaystakes some people from our school to aplace in Spain for the first two weeks ofthe holidays, every July. Old Webb isOK. Not bad, for a teacher.We were at Portsmouth with Old Webb - sorry, MrWebb - and Mrs Webb. She's from Argentina; all theboys think she's good-looking, too. There were six ofus with the Webbs: Harry Potts and his sister Sonia,Nick Atkins (he's a good friend), Sue Bellamy (she'sclever), my brother Dave and me (we're fourteen andwe're good friends too . . . usually).17There were hundreds of people on the boat. It washot in the sun, a lovely day. People watched the seaand the small boats. I liked being in the sun and thinkingabout the two weeks holiday inSpain. Old Webb startedone of his stories aboutArgentina, but I didn'tlisten. I started to look atthe people. And this girl wasthere, near me, a really goodlookinggirl with nice browneyes and black hair.18Mmm. She's nice.And she's looking at me!I'm really shy and I'm not very good with girls. Ididn't talk to her then, but I watched her with hersister and her mother and father. Then they walkedaway and she smiled at me for amoment before theywent. My brotherDave saw her,and he laughedquietly at myred face.19Hey! She's smiling atyou . . . and you re all redin the face - you're in love!Hey, man! You're in love!I wanted to see her again, perhaps in the cafe atlunch-time, or perhaps in the cinema in the afternoon.But she wasn't there and I don't remember the film.In the evening we had a drink with Old Webb andLovely Lucrezia (that's our name for Mrs Webb). Afterthat Dave and Harry went to the disco — they wantedto meet some girls. I don't like dancing, but I went tothe disco later: I wanted to see her again, the lovely girlwith the dancing brown eyes and the nice smile.20It was dark in the disco, and I stood near the doorand watched the dancers. Then I saw her on the dancefloor. . . and she was with Dave! With my brother,Dave! She smiled at him, too, a lovely smile.I didn't want to watch; I walked out. I went andlooked at the sea and thought about things quietly. Ithought about her, her and Dave.21Oh no! She's with Dave!I was up early in the morning, before six o'clock. Iwent out again and watched the early morning sun andthe sea. There was only one old man and the sea birdsthere with me. The old man smiled at me, but we didn'ttalk. I liked being quiet.I went in and had a coffee in the cafe, but I didn'twant to eat. All the time I wanted to see her. I wantedher to walk into the cafe and come across to my tableand sit down with me and tell me her name and talk tome. But she didn't come. I waited and waited, but shedidn't come.2223At eight o'clock I went to find Nick and Dave.Dave was very quiet all day, and he was really nice tome. And I didn't see her again before we arrived inSantander at eleven.She wasn't there.Will she come?The town's storyComillas is a small town fifty kilometres fromSantander, near the sea. In the town there are quietstreets of old buildings and there is a small square.There are small shops and cafes with tables and chairsin the square, under the trees. A lot of people fromMadrid come to Comillas for their holidays, and a lot ofpeople from England stay in the town too. In theevenings in June and July and August people like towalk in the streets of Comillas. They stop in thesquare and stand and talk together; their children24the children or read theirnewspapers or talk.play together. Some people sit at the cafetables and have a drink and watchIt was disco-night in Comillas on theevening after the boat arrived inSantander from Portsmouth. There were alot of people in the square — Spanish peoplefrom Comillas and Madrid, but families from Englandand France and Germany and Holland too. Some of theEnglish families from the boat were there now, inComillas for a night or two.2526Donna was there with her family, at a table undersome trees. Her eyes were on the dancers . . . but shedidn't see them; the music was in her ears . . . but shedidn't hear it. She didn't want to look or listen ordance; she didn't want to be there. She only wanted tosee the lovely, shy boy from the boat, perhaps to dancewith him.I only want to seehim again . . . perhapsdance with him.First Mr and Mrs Webb wanted to go to a littleplace near the beach where they always had good fish.They wanted to have a good time on their first eveningin Spain, and later there was the disco in the square atComillas . . .Let's go and eat at oneof the places down near thebeach. Then we can go to thedisco in the square atComillas. OK?Yeah! Right!Mark didn't want to go. He didn't want to eat ordance or talk and laugh. He wanted to sit quietly andthink about the good-looking girl on the boat. Wherewas she now? But Dave and Harry and Nick and Sueall wanted him to go . . .Later that evening he walked into the square atComillas with his friends. They found a table at one ofthe cafes and they all sat down.28Mark looked slowly at the people at the tables nearthem . . . Donna looked sadly at the people dancingand standing in the square . . . then their eyes met.Time stopped. He was here! She was here!He smiled at her with his nice blue eyes. She smiledback at him with her dark brown eyes. Suddenly hewasn't shy. He stood up and started to walk across toher . . . she was on her feet. Their hands met. Shewanted to dance now, only with him!29The others watched and smiled - they all knew.And Dave? Dave watched and smiled happily. You seeonly Dave really knew the story. Only Dave knew hisplan for his brother.And Donna and Mark started to dance. They weretogether.30My plan worked, you see. Mark isalways really shy with girls and I wanted him
to move, to get together with that girl. That's
why I wanted him to see us at the disco . . . to
stop being shy with girls . . . to move!

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Apakah Anda ingin menari?
Tapi kemudian saya melihat ke atas dan ada seorang anak kedua tinggi
di kemeja biru dan putih di pintu disko, dengan
mata yang sama dan mulut yang sama dan hampir sama
rambut.
Tapi anak dekat Pintu memiliki yang bagus, tenang, pemalu
wajah - tidak besar, terbuka, ramah senyum. Tiba-tiba saya tahu:
ini adalah saudaranya dengan saya di lantai dansa, tidak
dia! Saya dengan saudara yang salah!
12 Ia berdiri sejenak di dekat pintu dan menyaksikan aku dan saudaranya di lantai dansa dengan mata sedih. Aku ingin berlari kepadanya, untuk mengambil wajah sedih di tangan saya dan berkata 'maaf'. Dia menatapku, lalu dia pergi keluar dengan cepat. Aku berhenti menari, berjalan kembali ke meja saya dan duduk ke bawah. Saudaranya mulai menari dengan Louise. 13 Saya tidak tidur malam itu. Saya pikir tentang dia semua waktu, dan mendengarkan suara-suara dari perahu dan laut. Di pagi hari saya pergi ke kafe pukul delapan dan menunggu di sana dengan adikku untuk waktu yang lama. Saya ingin mengatakan 'maaf' kepadanya. Aku punya empat cangkir kopi, dan aku tidak benar-benar seperti kopi. Tapi dia tidak datang. Dimana dia? Dimana dia? 14 Pukul sebelas kami tiba di Santander. Aku ingin menghentikan perahu: aku ingin berhenti liburan; Saya ingin kembali ke Inggris. Saya hanya ingin melihat dia lagi, untuk berbicara dengannya, menanyakan namanya. Tapi dia tidak ada. 15 Di mana Anda? Aku ingin bertemu lagi. Cerita Markus aku mulai Spanyol di sekolah pada bulan September dan saya menyukainya . Kami punya guru yang baik - Old Webb. 'Mr Webb, tidak Old Webb,' ibu saya selalu mengatakan kepada saya. "Dia tidak tua, Anda tahu. 'Old Webb - maaf, Mr Webb - selalu mengambil beberapa orang dari sekolah kami ke tempat di Spanyol untuk pertama dua minggu liburan, setiap bulan Juli. Old Webb adalah OK. . Tidak buruk, untuk guru Kami berada di Portsmouth dengan Old Webb - maaf, Mr Webb - dan Mrs Webb. Dia berasal dari Argentina; semua anak laki-laki berpikir dia tampan, juga. Ada enam dari kami dengan Webbs: Harry Potts dan adiknya Sonia, Nick Atkins (dia teman yang baik), Sue Bellamy (dia pintar), saudara saya Dave dan saya (kami empat belas dan kami berteman baik juga. .. biasanya). 17 Ada ratusan orang di atas kapal. Itu panas di matahari, hari yang indah. Orang menonton laut dan perahu-perahu kecil. Saya suka berada di bawah sinar matahari dan berpikir tentang liburan dua minggu di Spanyol. Old Webb mulai salah satu cerita tentang Argentina, tapi aku tidak mendengarkan. Saya mulai melihat orang-orang. Dan gadis ini adalah ada, di dekat saya, benar-benar goodlooking gadis dengan cokelat bagus mata dan rambut hitam. 18 Mmm. Dia bagus. Dan dia menatapku! Aku benar-benar malu dan saya tidak sangat baik dengan gadis-gadis. Saya tidak berbicara dengannya saat itu, tapi saya melihat dia dengan dia kakak dan ibunya dan ayah. Kemudian mereka berjalan pergi dan dia tersenyum padaku untuk saat sebelum mereka pergi. Adikku Dave melihatnya, dan dia tertawa pelan di saya wajah merah. 19 Hey! Dia tersenyum pada Anda. . . dan Anda kembali semua merah di wajah - Anda sedang jatuh cinta! Hei, man! Anda sedang jatuh cinta! Aku ingin melihat dia lagi, mungkin di cafe di waktu makan siang, atau mungkin di bioskop di sore hari. Tapi dia tidak ada dan saya tidak ingat film. Di malam hari kami memiliki minuman dengan Old Webb dan indah Lucrezia (itu nama kami untuk Mrs Webb). Setelah itu Dave dan Harry pergi ke disko - mereka ingin bertemu dengan beberapa gadis. Saya tidak suka menari, tapi aku pergi ke disko kemudian: aku ingin melihat dia lagi, gadis cantik. Dengan mata coklat menari dan senyum yang bagus 20 itu gelap di disko, dan aku berdiri di dekat pintu dan menyaksikan para penari. Lalu aku melihat dia di dancefloor. . . dan dia dengan Dave! Dengan saudara saya, Dave! . Dia tersenyum padanya, juga, senyum yang indah aku tidak ingin menonton; Aku berjalan keluar. Aku pergi dan melihat laut dan berpikir tentang hal-hal diam-diam. Saya berpikir tentang dia, dia dan Dave. 21 Oh tidak! Dia dengan Dave! Aku naik pagi, sebelum pukul enam. Aku keluar lagi dan menyaksikan matahari pagi dan laut. Hanya ada satu orang tua dan burung laut di sana dengan saya. Orang tua itu tersenyum padaku, tapi kami tidak berbicara. Aku suka menjadi tenang. Aku pergi dan memiliki kopi di kafe, tapi aku tidak ingin makan. Semua waktu aku ingin melihatnya. Aku ingin dia untuk berjalan ke kafe dan menemukan ke meja saya dan duduk dengan saya dan memberitahu saya namanya dan berbicara dengan saya. Tapi dia tidak datang. Aku menunggu dan menunggu, tapi dia tidak datang. 22 23 Pada pukul delapan saya pergi untuk menemukan Nick dan Dave. Dave sangat tenang sepanjang hari, dan dia benar-benar baik untuk saya. Dan saya tidak melihat dia lagi sebelum kami tiba di Santander di sebelas. Dia tidak ada di sana. Apakah dia datang? Cerita kota Comillas adalah kota kecil lima puluh kilometer dari Santander, dekat laut. Di kota ini terdapat tenang jalan-jalan bangunan tua dan ada sebuah kotak kecil. Ada toko-toko kecil dan kafe dengan meja dan kursi di alun-alun, di bawah pohon. Banyak orang dari Madrid datang ke Comillas untuk liburan mereka, dan banyak orang dari Inggris tinggal di kota juga. Di malam hari pada bulan Juni dan Juli dan Agustus orang ingin berjalan di jalan-jalan Comillas. Mereka berhenti di persegi dan berdiri dan berbicara bersama-sama; anak-anak mereka 24 anak-anak atau membaca mereka koran atau berbicara. bermain bersama. Beberapa orang duduk di kafe meja dan minum dan menonton itu disko-malam di Comillas pada malam setelah kapal tiba di Santander dari Portsmouth. Ada banyak orang di alun-alun - orang Spanyol dari Comillas dan Madrid, tapi keluarga dari Inggris dan Perancis dan Jerman dan Belanda juga. Beberapa keluarga Inggris dari perahu berada di sana sekarang, di Comillas untuk malam atau dua. 25 26 Donna ada di sana dengan keluarganya, di meja di bawah beberapa pohon. Matanya pada penari. . . tapi dia tidak melihat mereka; musik itu di telinganya. . . tapi dia tidak mendengarnya. Dia tidak ingin melihat atau mendengarkan atau tari; dia tidak ingin berada di sana. Dia hanya ingin melihat indah, anak pemalu dari perahu, mungkin menari dengan dia. Saya hanya ingin melihat dia lagi. . . mungkin menari dengan dia. Pertama Mr dan Mrs Webb ingin pergi ke sedikit tempat di dekat pantai di mana mereka selalu punya ikan yang baik. Mereka ingin memiliki waktu yang baik pada malam pertama mereka di Spanyol, dan kemudian ada disko di alun-alun di Comillas. . . Mari kita pergi dan makan di salah satu tempat ke dekat pantai. Kemudian kita bisa pergi ke disko di alun-alun di Comillas. OK? Ya! Tepat! Mark tidak ingin pergi. Dia tidak mau makan atau menari atau berbicara dan tertawa. Ia ingin duduk diam dan berpikir tentang gadis cantik di atas kapal. Mana itu dia sekarang? Tapi Dave dan Harry dan Nick dan Sue semua ingin dia pergi. . . Malam itu ia berjalan ke alun-alun di Comillas dengan teman-temannya. Mereka menemukan meja di salah satu kafe dan mereka semua duduk. 28 Mark tampak lambat pada orang-orang di meja dekat mereka. . . Donna tampak sedih pada orang-orang menari dan berdiri di alun-alun. . . kemudian mata mereka bertemu. Waktu berhenti. Dia ada di sini! Dia ada di sini! Dia tersenyum dengan mata birunya yang bagus. Dia tersenyum ke arahnya dengan mata coklat gelap nya. Tiba-tiba ia tidak malu-malu. Dia berdiri dan mulai berjalan di ke dia. . . dia di kakinya. Tangan mereka bertemu. Dia ingin menari sekarang, hanya dengan dia! 29 Yang lain menyaksikan dan tersenyum -. Mereka semua tahu Dan Dave? Dave menyaksikan dan tersenyum gembira. Anda lihat hanya Dave benar-benar tahu cerita. Hanya Dave tahu nya rencana adiknya. Dan Donna dan Mark mulai menari. Mereka bersama-sama. 30 Rencana saya bekerja, Anda lihat. Mark adalah selalu benar-benar malu dengan gadis-gadis dan saya ingin dia pindah, untuk bersama-sama dengan gadis itu. Itu sebabnya saya ingin dia melihat kami di disko. . . untuk berhenti menjadi pemalu dengan gadis-gadis. . . bergerak!