求一篇短篇小说（英文的，字数500-1000词）

ManyartistslivedintheGreenwichVillageareaofNewYork.TwoyoungwomennamedSueandJohnsysharedastudioapartmentatthetopofathree-storybuilding.Johnsy'srealnamewasJoanna.InNovember,acold,unseenstrangercametovisitthecity.Thisdisease,pneumonia,killedmanypeople.Johnsylayonherbed,hardlymoving.Shelookedthroughthesmallwindow.Shecouldseethesideofthebrickhousenexttoherbuilding.Onemorning,adoctorexaminedJohnsyandtookhertemperature.ThenhespokewithSueinanotherroom.Shehasonechancein--letussayten,hesaid.Andthatchanceisforhertowanttolive.Yourfriendhasmadeuphermindthatsheisnotgoingtogetwell.Hassheanythingonhermind?She--shewantedtopainttheBayofNaplesinItalysomeday,saidSue.Paint?saidthedoctor.Bosh!Hassheanythingonhermindworththinkingtwice--amanforexample?Aman?saidSue.Isamanworth--but,no,doctor;thereisnothingofthekind.Iwilldoallthatsciencecando,saidthedoctor.Butwhenevermypatientbeginstocountthecarriagesatherfuneral,Itakeawayfiftypercentfromthecurativepowerofmedicines.Afterthedoctorhadgone,Suewentintotheworkroomandcried.ThenshewenttoJohnsy'sroomwithherdrawingboard,whistlingragtime.Johnsylaywithherfacetowardthewindow.Suestoppedwhistling,thinkingshewasasleep.Shebeganmakingapenandinkdrawingforastoryinamagazine.YoungartistsmustworktheirwaytoArtbymakingpicturesformagazinestories.Sueheardalowsound,severaltimesrepeated.Shewentquicklytothebedside.Johnsy'seyeswereopenwide.Shewaslookingoutthewindowandcounting--countingbackward.Twelve,shesaid,andalittlelatereleven;andthentenandnine;andtheneightandseven,almosttogether.Suelookedoutthewindow.Whatwastheretocount?Therewasonlyanemptyyardandtheblanksideofthehousesevenmetersaway.Anoldivyvine,goingbadattheroots,climbedhalfwayupthewall.Thecoldbreathofautumnhadstrickenleavesfromtheplantuntilitsbranches,almostbare,hungonthebricks.Whatisit,dear?askedSue.Six,saidJohnsy,quietly.They'refallingfasternow.Threedaysagotherewerealmostahundred.Itmademyheadhurttocountthem.Butnowit'seasy.Theregoesanotherone.Thereareonlyfiveleftnow.Fivewhat,dear?askedSue.Leaves.Ontheplant.WhenthelastonefallsImustgo,too.I'veknownthatforthreedays.Didn'tthedoctortellyou?Oh,Ineverheardofsuchathing,saidSue.Whathaveoldivyleavestodowithyourgettingwell?Andyouusedtolovethatvine.Don'tbesilly.Why,thedoctortoldmethismorningthatyourchancesforgettingwellrealsoonwere--let'sseeexactlywhathesaid¨Chesaidthechancesweretentoone!Trytoeatsomesoupnow.And,letmegobacktomydrawing,soIcansellittothemagazineandbuyfoodandwineforus.Youneedn'tgetanymorewine,saidJohnsy,keepinghereyesfixedoutthewindow.Theregoesanotherone.No,Idon'twantanysoup.Thatleavesjustfour.Iwanttoseethelastonefallbeforeitgetsdark.ThenI'llgo,too.Johnsy,dear,saidSue,willyoupromisemetokeepyoureyesclosed,andnotlookoutthewindowuntilIamdoneworking?Imusthandthosedrawingsinbytomorrow.Tellmeassoonasyouhavefinished,saidJohnsy,closinghereyesandlyingwhiteandstillasafallenstatue.Iwanttoseethelastonefall.I'mtiredofwaiting.I'mtiredofthinking.Iwanttoturnloosemyholdoneverything,andgosailingdown,down,justlikeoneofthosepoor,tiredleaves.Trytosleep,saidSue.ImustcallMisterBehrmanuptobemymodelformydrawingofanoldminer.Don'ttrytomoveuntilIcomeback.OldBehrmanwasapainterwholivedonthegroundflooroftheapartmentbuilding.Behrmanwasafailureinart.Foryears,hehadalwaysbeenplanningtopaintaworkofart,buthadneveryetbegunit.Heearnedalittlemoneybyservingasamodeltoartistswhocouldnotpayforaprofessionalmodel.Hewasafierce,little,oldmanwhoprotectedthetwoyoungwomeninthestudioapartmentabovehim.SuefoundBehrmaninhisroom.Inoneareawasablankcanvasthathadbeenwaitingtwenty-fiveyearsforthefirstlineofpaint.SuetoldhimaboutJohnsyandhowshefearedthatherfriendwouldfloatawaylikealeaf.OldBehrmanwasangeredatsuchanidea.Aretherepeopleintheworldwiththefoolishnesstodiebecauseleavesdropoffavine?Whydoyouletthatsillybusinesscomeinherbrain?Sheisverysickandweak,saidSue,andthediseasehaslefthermindfullofstrangeideas.ThisisnotanyplaceinwhichonesogoodasMissJohnsyshallliesick,yelledBehrman.SomedayIwillpaintamasterpiece,andweshallallgoaway.Johnsywassleepingwhentheywentupstairs.Suepulledtheshadedowntocoverthewindow.SheandBehrmanwentintotheotherroom.Theylookedoutawindowfearfullyattheivyvine.Thentheylookedateachotherwithoutspeaking.Acoldrainwasfalling,mixedwithsnow.Behrmansatandposedastheminer.Thenextmorning,Sueawokeafteranhour'ssleep.ShefoundJohnsywithwide-openeyesstaringatthecoveredwindow.Pulluptheshade;Iwanttosee,sheordered,quietly.Sueobeyed.Afterthebeatingrainandfiercewindthatblewthroughthenight,thereyetstoodagainstthewalloneivyleaf.Itwasthelastoneonthevine.Itwasstilldarkgreenatthecenter.Butitsedgeswerecoloredwiththeyellow.Ithungbravelyfromthebranchaboutsevenmetersabovetheground.Itisthelastone,saidJohnsy.Ithoughtitwouldsurelyfallduringthenight.Iheardthewind.ItwillfalltodayandIshalldieatthesametime.Dear,dear!saidSue,leaningherwornfacedowntowardthebed.Thinkofme,ifyouwon'tthinkofyourself.WhatwouldIdo?ButJohnsydidnotanswer.Thenextmorning,whenitwaslight,Johnsydemandedthatthewindowshadeberaised.Theivyleafwasstillthere.Johnsylayforalongtime,lookingatit.AndthenshecalledtoSue,whowaspreparingchickensoup.I'vebeenabadgirl,saidJohnsy.SomethinghasmadethatlastleafstaytheretoshowmehowbadIwas.Itiswrongtowanttodie.Youmaybringmealittlesoupnow.Anhourlatershesaid:SomedayIhopetopainttheBayofNaples.Laterintheday,thedoctorcame,andSuetalkedtohiminthehallway.Evenchances,saidthedoctor.Withgoodcare,you'llwin.AndnowImustseeanothercaseIhaveinyourbuilding.Behrman,hisnameis--somekindofanartist,Ibelieve.Pneumonia,too.Heisanold,weakmanandhiscaseissevere.Thereisnohopeforhim;buthegoestothehospitaltodaytoeasehispain.Thenextday,thedoctorsaidtoSue:She'soutofdanger.Youwon.Nutritionandcarenow--that'sall.Laterthatday,SuecametothebedwhereJohnsylay,andputonearmaroundher.Ihavesomethingtotellyou,whitemouse,shesaid.MisterBehrmandiedofpneumoniatodayinthehospital.Hewassickonlytwodays.Theyfoundhimthemorningofthefirstdayinhisroomdownstairshelplesswithpain.Hisshoesandclothingwerecompletelywetandicycold.Theycouldnotimaginewherehehadbeenonsuchaterriblenight.Andthentheyfoundalantern,stilllighted.Andtheyfoundaladderthathadbeenmovedfromitsplace.Andartsuppliesandapaintingboardwithgreenandyellowcolorsmixedonit.Andlookoutthewindow,dear,atthelastivyleafonthewall.Didn'tyouwonderwhyitnevermovedwhenthewindblew?Ah,darling,itisBehrman'smasterpiece¨Chepaintedittherethenightthatthelastleaffell.