Краткий Пересказ текста на английском языке It was the evening when the Opera staff gave the last festive performance to mark their retirement. Suddenly, the dressing room of Sorelli, one of the prima ballerinas, was invaded by half a dozen young people from the ballet who were working on the stage. They rushed in amidst a great mess, some laughing unnaturally, others screaming in terror. Sorelli, who wanted to be alone for a moment to prepare the speech she was going to give to the resigning employees, glanced back angrily at the frenzied crowd. It was little James-a girl with an upturned nose, eyes like forget-me-nots, cheeks as red as roses, and a white neck-who explained in a trembling voice: "It's a ghost!" And she closed the door. Sorelli's dressing room was elegantly decorated. A mirror, a sofa, a dressing table and a wardrobe made up the necessary furniture. On the wall was an engraving of her mother, who knew the triumphs of the old Opera. But this locker room seemed like an it seemed a palace for the ballet's brats, who spent their time in their locker rooms singing, quarrelling, smacking the costumers and hairdressers, and buying each other drinks until the stage bell rang. Sorelli was very superstitious. She shook when she heard little James talking about a ghost, called her a "silly little fool", but then, when she became the first person to believe in ghosts in general, and in the phantom of the Opera in particular, immediately asked for details: "Did you see him?" "As plainly as I see you now! Little James said as she sat down on a chair out of exhaustion (dropped with a moan). Then little Giri-a girl with eyes as black as plums, hair as black as ink, a dark complexion and poor thin skin stretched over poor little bones-added: "If it's a ghost, it's very ugly! " "Oh, yes!" the ballet girls ' choir shouted. The ghost appeared in front of them in the form of a gentleman in a dress who suddenly stood in front of them in the aisle and had no idea where he came from. It seemed to have gone straight through the wall. "Nonsense! (rubbish) " said one of them. "You see ghosts everywhere!" And it was true. For months, nothing was discussed at the Opera except this well-dressed ghost who stalked around the building like a shadow, who didn't speak to anyone, whom no one dared to speak to, and who disappeared as soon as he was seen. Like a real ghost, he didn't make any noise when walking. People started laughing and making jokes about this specter dressed as a fashion man or undertaker; but the ghostly legend soon grew to enormous proportions among ballerinas. All the girls pretended to have met this supernatural creature. And those who laughed the loudest were not the mostease(those who laughed the loudest were not the most at ease). When he didn't show himself, he betrayed his presence, causing accidents for which everyone held him solely responsible. Whenever someone fell, or suffered a practical joke played on them, or lost something, it was immediately the ghost's fault. After all, who had seen it? You meet so many well-dressed men at the Opera who aren't ghosts. But his costume was special (pecular). It covered the skeleton, the ballet girls said. The main theater decorator met the ghost on a small staircase that leads to the basements. He saw it for a second - and the ghost fled-and claimed that: "He is extremely (extraordinarily) thin, and HIS tailcoat hangs on the skeleton frame. His eyes are so deep that you can barely see the fixed pupils. You just see two big black holes, like in a dead man's skull. His skin, which is stretched over his bones like a drum, is not white, but a nasty yellow. His nose is so small that you can't see it from the side; and the absence of that nose is a terrible thing. All the hair he has is three or four long dark curls (locks) on his forehead and behind his ears."