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• Fifteen dollars*, saidthe sailor.•Twenty*, said another bidder.•Twenty-five*, said the sailor.246•Forty*, said the other bidder.• Forty-live*, said the sailor. No further bids wereheard, and the auctioneer said, •Sold*.The sailor took the bird and the cage, gave the money,and said: ^1 have paid a lot of money for the parrot. Canhe talk?*•Can he talk?* said the auctioneer. •Why, sailor, hewas bidding against you*.wonderful — удивительныйa s a i l o r — морякan a u c t i o n — аукцион, торгиa bid — предлагаемая ценаa parrot — попугайfurther — дальнейшийa c a g e — клеткаto bid (bid, bid) a g a i n s t — набавлять ценуHe Confirmed ItB i g b o a s t e r : Y e s , when I was in Africa I met a lion, Ihad no gun in my hand, so 1 took a pail of water andpoured it over his head, and he ran away.L i s t e n e r : I can confirm that. I was in Africa at thattime, and the lion ran into me, and when I stroked himhe was still quite wet.to c o n f i r m — подтверждатьa b o a s t e r — хвастунa l i o n — левa p a i l — ведроto pour — выливатьto r u n into...
— наткнутьсяto s t r o k e — гладить247Английский языкПриложение 2.LAZY JIMOnce upon a time there was a boy whose name wasJim and he lived with his mother in a little cottage.They were very poor and the old woman had to workfrom early morning till late at night. She was a washerwoman.Her son Jim was so lazy that he didn't want to workat all. He only lay in the sun in hot weather and sat bythe fire in the winter time. So they called him LazyJim.
H i s mother couldn't make him work. At last shegot angry and said to him one Monday:•Look here, Jim. You are a big fellow. You are verystrong, and can work for your living*, I am old and Idon't feel well. You must begin to work, or I shall turnyou out of the house. Everybody says it is a shame that Imust work for you day and night*.Jim sighed and said nothing. What could he say? Hehad to begin to work for his living and help his mother.There was no other way out for him.So n e x t morning, it was Tuesday, he went to a farmer, worked all day and got a penny. But to have moneywas an unusual thing for Lazy Jim. He didn' t knowwhere to put it and lost his penny on his way home.•You silly*, said his mother, «how could you loseyour money? W h y didn't you put it in your pocket?* —•I'll do so another time*, answered Jim. On WednesdayJim went to the farmer again.
This time the farmer gavehim a jug of milk for his day's work. Jim put the jug of248milk in his big pocket and, of course, there was no milkin the jug when he came home.•Dear me!* said «the old woman. • What a silly boyyou are! W h y didn't you put it on your head?* — • I'lldo so another time*, said Jim.Now, on Thursday he got from the farmer a large patof butter for his day's work. He immediately put thepiece of butter on his head and — well, you can imaginewhat happened!When he came home and didn't bring anything again,his mother g o t very angry.«What a misfortune it is to have such a silly son!* shesaid. • W h y didn't you carry it carefully in your hands?*«1*11 do so another time*, answered Jim.Jim was tired of his work for the farmer, so on Fridayhe went to a baker.
The baker didn't give him anythingfor his work but a big cat. Jim took the cat very carefully in his hands and started on his way home. But the catdidn't want to go with Jim at all. In a short time itscratched him so badly that he had to let it go. When hecame home, his mother was terribly angry again.•Oh, what shall I do with you, you silly boy! W h ycouldn't y o u tie the cat with a string and pull it afteryou?* she said.
•I'll do so another time*, said Jim.On Saturday, Jim went to a butcher, who gave him aleg of mutton for his day's work. Jim tied the leg ofmutton with a string and pulled it after him along thedirty road. You can imagine how it looked when he camehome. Of course nobody could eat it. This time his motherwas very sad.«Oh, dear, oh, dear!* she cried.
«I am the most unhappy woman in the world! My sun can't do anythingProperly. You big silly, why didn't you carry the leg ofmutton on your shoulder?*249Английский язык«Г11 do so another time*, answered Jim. On Monday,Jim worked for a miller and the miller gave him — adonkey! It was rather difficult for Jim to lift the donkeyon to his shoulders. He tried very hard. At last thedonkey was on his shoulders and Jim was greatly pleased.He started on his way home and walked very slowlybecause the donkey was heavy.On his way he passed the house of a rich man, whohad a beautiful daughter. This man was very unhappy.H i s only daughter could neither hear nor speak. Andthe y o u n g girl never laughed in her life.
W h e n herfather asked the doctors' advice, all the doctors said:•She will neither hear nor speak till somebody makesher laugh*.Now it happened that the poor girl was at her windowwhen J i m went slowly by with the donkey on his shoulders. He looked so strange, and so funny that the girlburst out laughing.
From that moment she could hearand speak. She asked Jim to stop at her window for amoment because she wanted to thank him. Jim complainedof his life.«I am very unhappy*, he said, •because I can't doanything properly*.The girl listened to him, and was very sorry for him.The young people liked each other at first s i g h t . Andthe father of the beautiful girl was so delighted that hedecided to marry his daughter to Jim. Jim's wife wasnot only beautiful, she was very kind too. She askedJ i m ' s mother to live together with them, and t h e oldwoman did not have to work so hard any more. J i m ' swife was not only beautiful and kind, she was very clevertoo.
She gave J i m good advice and he learned to doeverything properly. They lived happily for many, manylong years, and nobody called J i m lazy any more.250Вводный фонетический курсPICKWICK PAPERS(AfterCharlesDickens)On a sunny morning of the thirteenth of May, onethousand eight hundred and twenty-seven Mr. SamuelPickwick rose from his bed, opened the window and lookedout at the world before him. Goswell Street was at hisfeet, Goswell Street was on his right, Goswell Street wason his left, Goswell Street lay in front of h i m . Mr.Pickwick was not happy to see only Goswell Street.
Hewanted to see life in other places surrounding the street.Soon after breakfast Mr. Pickwick with a bag in hishand, a telescope and a note-book in his pocket was readyto meet adventures. He took a cab and went to * GoldenCross*, an inn where his friends were waiting for him.On the way there Mr. Pickwick began his s t u d i e s ofLondon life.•How old is that horse, my friend?* asked he. • Fortytwo*, answered the cabman. «What!» said Mr.
Pickwicklaying his hand upon the note-book. The cabman repeatedthe answer and Mr. Pickwick wrote it down in his notebook. *And how long do you keep him out at a time?*.•Two or three weeks*, answered the cabman. «Weeks!*said Mr. Pickwick in surprise and he took o u t his notebook again. •We seldom take him out of the cab», saidthe cabman. •He is old, not very strong, and always fallsdown when we take him out of it. So we tie him to thecab, t h e cab r u n s a f t e r him and p u s h e s h i m * . Mr.Pickwick wrote down every word told by the cabman inhis note-book. He wanted to use the information at aclub meeting.251Английский языкTHE PRINCE AND THE PAUPERIn the old city of London on a cold autumn day in thesecond quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was bornto a poor family of the name of Canty.
The family didnot want this boy.On the same day another English child was born. Hewas born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, whowanted him very much. All England wanted him. Peopletalked only about the new baby, Edward Tudor, Princeof Wales who lay in silk and did not know that all England wanted him so much.But there was no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, who lay in his dirty rags and did not know thatnobody wanted him.A few years passed. London was fifteen hundred yearsold and was a great town.The street where Tom's family lived was n o t far fromLondon Bridge and was called Offal Court. It was dirty,and the houses were of wood, with small windows. Canty'sfamily lived in one room on the third floor of one ofthese houses.
The mother and the father had a bed, butTom, his grandmother, and his two sisters, Bet and Nanslept on the floor and covered themselves with rags.Приложение 2often g o t drunk and then they fought each other andbeat the children.Tom's father, J o h n Canty, was a thief, and Tom'sgrandmother was a beggar, and they made the childrenbeg.Every day Tom w e n t o u t to beg in t h e s t r e e t s . Ifnobody gave him any money, his father and grandmotherbeat him at n i g h t and sent him to bed hungry.But there were some good t h i n g s in Tom's life. Amongthe people that lived in the house there was a kind oldman who taught Tom a little Latin and how to read andwrite. He also told him many stories about kings andprinces.
Tom liked to listen to his stories. He also readthe books that the old man gave him.Tom was a clever boy, he knew so much! And he coulddo and say s u c h interesting things! W h e n the childrenplayed, Tom was always a prince and the boys were lordsof his court.At night when he lay in the dark on his dirty rags, heforgot his hunger and his father's beatings.
He t h o u g h tabout kings and princes, who were clean and well dressedand lived in beautiful palaces. Tom wanted to be cleanand well dressed too. But in the morning he had to goout in his rags to beg. At night he dreamed that he livedin a palace among lords and ladies. Oh, how he wanted tosee a real prince with his own eyes! This wish becamestronger and stronger day by day and at last he couldthink of nothing else.Bet and Nan were fifteen years old.
They were twins.They were always dirty and in rags, but they were kindhearted girls. Their mother was like them. But the father and the grandmother were very bad people. They252253Английский языкTREASURE ISLANDSquire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey and the rest of themhave asked me to write down the whole story of TreasureIsland from the beginning to the end. I take up my penin the year 17... and go back to the time when my fatherkept the «Admiral Benbow» inn and the old seaman firstcame under our roof.I remember him as if it were yesterday, a tall, strong,heavy man, with black, broken nails and a cut across onecheek.
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