東大の問題と原文の比較。２００２年の問題。

東大の問題。

I was wondering how on earth I was going to get through the evening. Saturday. Saturday night and I was left alone with my grandmother.

The others had gone ― my mother and my sister, both dating. Of course, I would have gone, too, if I had been able to get away first. Then I would not have had to think about the old woman, going through the routines that she would fill her evening with. I would have slipped away and left my mother and my sister to argue, not with each other but with my grandmother, each separately conducting a running battle as they prepared for the night out. One of them would lose and the loser would stay at home, angry and frustrated at being in on a Saturday night, the one night of all the week for pleasure. Well, some chance of pleasure. (1)There was hardly ever any real fulfillment of hopes but at least the act of going out brought with it a possibility and that was something to fight for.

"Where are you going?" my grandmother would demand of her daughter, forty-six and a widow for fifteen years.

"I'm going out" My mother's reply would be calm and (2)she would look determined as I imagine she had done at sixteen, and always would do.

原文。

I had been standing on the door-step for several minutes, staring, wondering how on earth I wasgoing to gel through the evening. Saturday. Saturday night and I was stuck with my grandmother.
The others had gone - my mother and my sister, both courting. Neither of them seemed to care　about my grandmother. Nothing much was ever said, they just went out, leaving her alone, or most　often with me to sit at home because I just could not see that she should be left on her own on a　Saturday night, with no one to talk to and everybody else out at the pictures or dancing.
Of course, I would have gone if I had been able to get away first. Then I would not have had to　think about the old woman, plodding about the routines that she would fill her evening with. I would　have slipped away and left my mother and Ena to argue, not with each other but with my grandmother,each separately conducting a running battle as they prepared for the night out. One of them would lose　and the loser would stay at home, angry and frustrated at being in on a Saturday night, the one night of　all the week for pleasure. Well, anticipation of pleasure. There was hardly ever any real fulfilment of　hopes but at least the ritual of going out to the Queen’s Ballroom or the Plaza or the Regal brought with　it a possibility and that was something to fight for.
“Where are you going?” my grandmother would demand of her daughter, forty-six and a widow　for fifteen years.
“I'm going out.” My mother's reply would be even and she would look defiant as I imagine she　had done at sixteen, and always would do.