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CONTENTS

Part One

Unit 1. Lost in the Post. A. Philips .............. 6

Unit 2. Success Story. J.G. Cozzens ............ 10

Unit 3. Hunting for a Job. S.S. McClure ......... 15

Unit 4. A Foul Play. R. Ruark ................. 20

Unit 5. Jimmy Valentine's Reformation. O. Henry .. 24

Unit 6. Letter in the Mail. E. Caldwell ........... 29

Unit 7. The Brumble Bush. Ch. Mergendahl....... 33

Unit 8. The Beard. G. Clark .................... 37

Unit 9. Lautisse Paints Again. H.A. Smith ......... 41

Unit 10. A Good Start...............:........ 45

Unit 11. The Filipino and The Drunkard. W. Saroyan 49

Unit 12. The Dinner Party. N. Monsarrat ........ 54

Unit 13. Fair of Face. C. Hare ................... 59

Unit 14. Caged. L.E. Reeve .................... .66

Unit 15. The TV Blackout. Art Buchwald ........ 71

Unit 16. Then in Triumph. Frank L. Parke ....... 75

Unit 17. The Verger. W.S. Maugham ........... .81

Unit 18. A Lion's Skin. W.S. Maugham .......... .86

Unit 19. Footprints in the Jungle. W.S. Maugham ..91

Unit 20. The Ant and the Grasshopper. W.S. Maugham 96

Unit 21. The Happy Man. W.S. Maugham ...... 100

Unit 22. The Escape. W.S. Maugham........... 107

Unit 23. Mr. Know-All. W.S. Maugham ......... 111

Unit 24. Art for Heart's Sake. R. Goldberg ....... 116

Unit 25. Wager with Destiny. E.Z. Gatti ........ 122

Unit 1

Lost in the Postby A. Philips

Ainsley, a post-office sorter, turned the envelope over and over in his hands. The letter was addressed to his vrife and had an Australian stamp.

Ainsley knew that the sender was Dicky Soames, his wife's cousin. It was the second letter Ainsley received after Dicky's departure. The first letter had come six months before, he did not read it and threw it into the fire. No man ever had less reason for jealousy than Ainsley. His wife was frank as the day, a splendid housekeeper, a very good mother to their two children. He knew that Dicky Soames had been fond of Adela and the fact that Dicky Soames had years back gone away to join his and Adela's uncle made no difference to him. He was afraid that some day Dicky would return and take Adela from him.

Ainsley did not take the letter when he was at work as his fellow-workers could see him do it. So when the working hours were over he went out of the post-office together with his fellow workers, then he returned to take the letter addressed to his wife. As the door of the post-office was locked, he had to get in through a window. When he was getting out of the window the postmaster saw him. He got angry and dismissed Ainsley. So another man was hired and Ainsley became unemployed. Their life became hard; they had to borrow money from their friends.

Several months had passed. One afternoon when Ainsley came home he saw the familiar face of Dicky Soames. 'So he had turned up,' Ainsley thought to himself.

Dicky Soames said he was delighted to see Ainsley. 'I have missed all of you so much,' he added with a friendly smile.

Ainsley looked at his wife. 'Uncle Tom has died,' she explained 'and Dicky has come into his money'.

'Congratulation,' said Ainsley, 'you are lucky.'

Adela turned to Dicky. 'Tell Arthur the rest,' she said quietly. 'Well, you see,' said Dicky, 'Uncle Tom had something over sixty thousand and he wished Adela to have half. But he got angry with you because Adela never answered the two letters I wrote to her for him. Then he changed his will and left her money to hospitals. I asked him not to do it, but he wouldn't listen to me!' Ainsley turned pale. 'So those two letters were worth reading after all,' he thought to himself. For some time everybody kept silence. Then Dicky Soames broke the silence, 'It's strange about those two letters. I've often wondered why you didn't answer them?' Adela got up, came up to her husband and said, taking him by the hand. 'The letters were evidently lost.' At that moment Ansley realized that she knew everything.

Ответьте на следующие вопросы:

1) What signs of illness could the boy's father notice when he came into the room?

2) Did the boy go to bed as his father had asked him?

3) What did the doctor say? What did he prescribe?

4) Find in the text the sentences which prove that something serious worried the boy.

5) Why didn't the boy let anyone come into the room?

6) Which of the boy's questions reviled everything to his father?

7) What was the real reason of the boy's sufferings?

8) In what way did father explain everything to his son?

Unit 2

Success Storyby J. G. Cozzens

I met Richards ten or more years ago when I first went down to Cuba. He was a short, sharp-faced, agreeable chap, then about 22. He introduced himself to me on the boat and I was surprised to find that Pan America Steel was sending us both to the same Richards was from some not very good state university engineering school. Being the same age myself, and just out of technical college I saw at once that his knowledge was rather poor. In fact I couldn't imagine how he had managed to get this job.

Richards was naturally likable, and I liked him a lot. The firm had a contract for the construction of a private railroad. For Richards and me it was mostly an easy job of inspections and routine paper work. At least it was easy for me. It was harder for Richards, because he didn't appear to have mastered the use of a slide rule. When he asked me to check his figures I found his calculations awful. 'Boy,' I was at last obliged to say, 'you are undoubtedly the silliest white man in this province. Look, stupid, didn't you evertake arithmetic? How much are seven times thirteen?' 'Work that out,' Richards said, 'and let me have a report tomorrow.'

So when I had time I checked his figures for him, and the inspector only caught him in a bad mistake about twice. In January several directors of the United Sugar Company came down to us on business, but mostly pleasure; a good excuse to 'get south on a vacation. Richards and I were to accompany them around the place. One of the directors, Mr. Prosset was asking a number of questions. I knew the job well enough to answer every sensible question – the sort of question that a trained engineer would be likely to ask. As it was Mr. Prosset was not an engineer and some of his questions put me at a loss. For the third time I was obliged to say, 'I'm afraid I don't know, sir.

We haven't any calculations on that'.

When suddenly Richards spoke up.

'I think, about nine million cubic feet, sir', he said. 'I just happened to be working this out last night. Just for my own interest'.

'Oh,' said Mr. Prosset, turning in his seat and giving him a sharp look. 'That's very interesting, Mr. -er- Richards, isn't it? Well, now, maybe you could tell me about'.

Richards could. Richards knew everything. All the way up Mr. Prosset fired questions on him and he fired answers right back. When we reached the head of the rail, a motor was waiting for Mr. Prosset. He nodded absent-mindedly to me, shook hands with Richards. 'Very interesting, indeed,' he said. 'Good-bye, Mr. Richards, and thank you.'

'Not, at all, sir,' Richards said. 'Glad if I could be of service to you.'

As soon as the car moved off, I exploded. 'A little honest bluff doesn't hurt; but some of your figures..!'

'I like to please,' said Richards grinning. 'If a man like Prosset wants to know something, who am I to hold out on him?'

'What's he going to think when he looks up the figures or asks somebody who does know?'

'Listen, my son,' said Richards kindly. 'He wasn't asking for any information he was going to use. He doesn't want to know these figures. He won't remember them. I don't even remember them myself. What he is going to remember is you and me.' 'Yes,' said Richards firmly. 'He is going to remember that Panamerica Steel has a bright young man named Richards who could tell him everything, he wanted, – just the sort of chap he can use; not like that other fellow who took no interest in his work, couldn't answer the simplest question and who is going to be doing small-time contracting all his life.'

It is true. I am still working for the Company, still doing a little work for the construction line. And Richards? I happened to read in a newspaper a few weeks ago that Richards had been made a vice-resident and director of Panamerica Steel when the Prosset group bought the old firm.

Questions on the text:

1) Describe Richards (age, appearance, education, manners)

2) Why was the author surprised that Richards had managed to get the same job?

3) What kind of work were the young men to do?

4) How did they cope with it?

5) Why did the author call his colleague stupid? Did it annoy Richards?

6) Why did the young men find themselves in the company of Mr. Prosset?

7) Why was the author unable to answer Mr. Prosset's questions?

8) What did Richard do and how did he explain his behaviour to the author later?

9) What made Mr. Prosset give Richards a sharp look?

10) What opinion had Mr. Prosset formed of the twoyoung men, judging by the way he said good-bye to them?

11) Why did the author explode?

12) Whose theory proved to be right?

Discuss the following:

1) Explain why Richards took little trouble to do his job properly. What was Richards' ambition? Do you approve of his behaviour? Give your reasons.

2) What to your mind is more important: to have good knowledge in the field you work or the ability to be equal to the situation?

3) Can we say that Richards was a good 'phsycologist'? In what way did it help him?

4) Who had more advantages to win the top job: Richards or his friend? Do you agree that hard work plus knowledge always leads to success?

5) Give a character sketch of a) Richards, b) the other young man, c) Mr. Prosset

6) Whom do you think are the author's sympathies with? Prove your choice.

V Retell the story on the part of 1) Richards, 2) his friend, 3) Mr. Prosset.

Unit 8

Hunting for a Jobby S.S. McClure

I reached Boston late that night and got out at the South Station. I knew no one in Boston except Miss Bennet. She lived in Somerville, and I immediately started out for Somerville. Miss Bennet and her family did all they could to make me comfortable and help me to get myself established' in some way. I had only six dollars and their hospitality was of utmost importance to me.

My first application for a job in Boston was made in accordance with an idea of my own. Every boy in the Western states knew the Pope Manufacturing Company, which produced bicycles. When I published my first work 'History of Western College Journalism' the Pope Company had given me an advertisement, and that seemed to be a 'connection' of some kind. So I decided to go to the offices of the Pope Manufacturing Company to ask for a job. I walked into the general office and said that I wanted the president of the company.

'Colonel Pope?' asked the clerk.

I answered, 'Yes, Colonel Pope.'

I was taken to Colonel Pope, who was then an alert energetic man of thirty-nine. I told Colonel Pope, by way of introduction, that he had once given me an advertisement for a little book I had published, that I had been a College editor and out of a job. What I wanted was work and I wanted it badly.

He said he was sorry, but they were laying of hands. I still hung on. It seemed to me that everything would be all up with me', if I had to go out of that room without a job. I asked him if there wasn't anything at all that I could do. My earnestness made him look at me sharply.

'Willing to wash windows and scrub floors?' he asked.

I told him that I was, and he turned to one of his clerks.

'Has Wilmot got anybody yet to help him in the downtown' rink?' he asked.

The clerk said he thought not.

'Very well', said Colonel Pope. 'You can go to the rink and help Wilmot out for tomorrow.'

The next day I went to the bicycle rink and found that what Wilmot wanted was a man to teach beginners to ride. I had never been on a bicycle in my life nor even very close to one, but in a couple of hours I had learnt to ride a bicycle myself and was teaching other people.

Next day Mr. Wilmot paid me a dollar. He didn't say anything about my coming back the next morning, but I came and went to work, very much afraid that I would be told I wasn't needed. After that Mr. Wilmot did not exactly engage me, but he forgot to discharge me, and I came back every day and went to work. At the end of the week Colonel Pope sent for me and placed me in charge of the uptown' rink.

Colonel Pope was a man who watched his workmen. I hadn't been mistaken when I felt that a young man would have a chance with him. He often used to say that 'water would find its level', and he kept an eye on us. One day he called me into his office and asked me if I could edit a magazine.

'Yes, sir,' I replied quickly. I remember it flashed through my mind that I could do anything I was put at '36 that if I were required to run an ocean steamer I could somehow manage to do it. I could learn to do it as I went along'. I answered as quickly as I could get the words out of my mouth, afraid that Colonel Pope would change his mind before I could get them out.This is how I got my first job. And I have never doubted ever since that one of the reasons why I got it was that I had been 'willing to wash windows and scrub floors'. I had been ready for anything.

Ответьте на следующие вопросы:

1) What signs of illness could the boy's father notice when he came into the room?

2) Did the boy go to bed as his father had asked him?

3) What did the doctor say? What did he prescribe?

4) Find in the text the sentences which prove that something serious worried the boy.

5) Why didn't the boy let anyone come into the room?

6) Which of the boy's questions reviled everything to his father?

7) What was the real reason of the boy's sufferings?

8) In what way did father explain everything to his son?

THE GREEN DOCTOR by O. Henry

Rudolf Steiner, a young piano salesman, was a true adventurer. Few were the evenings when he did not go to look for the unexpected. It seemed to him that the most interesting things in life might lie just around the corner. He was always dreaming of adventures.

Once when he was walking along the street his attention was attracted by a Negro handing out a dentist's cards. The Negro slipped a card into Rudolf's hand. He turned it over and looked at it. Nothing was written on one side of the card; on the other three words were written: 'The Green Door'. And then Rudolf saw, three steps in front of him, a man throw away the card the Negro had given him as he passed. Rudolf picked it up. The dentist's name and address were printed on it.

The adventurous piano salesman stopped at the corner and considered. Then he returned and joined the stream of people again. When he was passing the Negro the second time, he again got a card. Ten steps away he examined it. In the same handwriting that appeared on the first card 'The Green door' was written upon it. Three or four cards were lying on the pavement. On all of them were the name and the address of the dentist. Whatever the written words on the cards might mean, the Negro had chose him twice from the crowd.

Standing aside from the crowd, the young man looked at the building in which he thought his adventure must lie. It was a five-storey building. On the f irst floor there was a store. The second up were apartments.

After finishing his inspection Rudolf walked rapidly up the stairs into the house. The hallway there was badly lighted. Rudolf looked toward the nearer door and saw that it was green. He hesitated for a moment, then he went straight to the green door and knocked on it. The door slowly opened. A girl not yet twenty stood there. She was very pale and as it seemed to Rudolf was about to faint. Rudolf caught her and laid her on a sofa. He closed the door and took a quick glance round the room. Neat, but great poverty was the story he read.

'Fainted, didn't I?' the girl asked weakly. 'Well, no wonder. You try going without anything to eat for three days and see.'

'Heavens!' cried Rudolf, jumping up. 'Wait till I come back.' He rushed out of the green door and in twenty minutes he was back with bread and butter, cold meat, cakes, pies, milk and hot tea.

'It is foolish to go without eating. You should not do it again,' Rudolf said. 'Supper is ready.'

When the girl cheered up a little she told him her story. It was one of a thousand such as the city wears with indifference every day — a shop girl's story of low wages; of time lost through illness; and then of lost jobs, lost hope and unrealised dreams and — the knock of the young man upon the door.

Rudolf looked at the girl with sympathy.

'To think of you going through all that,' he exclaimed. 'And you have no relatives or friends in the city?'

'None whatever.'

'As a matter of fact, I am all alone in the world too,' said Rudolf after a pause.

'I am glad of that,' said the girl, and somehow it pleased the young man to hear that she approved of his having no relatives.

Then the girl sighed deeply. 'I'm awfully sleepy,' she said.

Rudolf rose and took his hat.

'How did it happen that you knocked at my door?' she asked.

'One of our piano tuners lives in this house. I knocked at your door by mistake.'

There was no reason why the girl should not believe him.

In the hallway he looked around and discovered to his great surprise that all the doors were green.

In the street he met the same Negro. 'Will you tell me why you gave me these cards and what they mean?' he asked.

Pointing down the street to the entrance to a theatre with a bright electric sign of its new play, 'The Green Door', the Negro told Rudolf that the theatre agent had given him a dollar to hand out a few of his cards together with the dentist's.

'Still it was the hand of Fate that showed me the way to her,' said Rudolf to himself.

Questions on the text:

1) Who was the only person the author knew in Boston?

2) In what way was he received? Why was it of great importance to him?

3) What made the young man apply for a job to the Pope Company?

4) Describe Colonel Pope. What was his answer to the young man's story?

5) Why did the man still hang on though he found out that the company was laying off hands?

6) What question did the Colonel ask him?

7) Describe the young man's job and say whether he coped with it.

8) Why did the man continue to work for Mr. Wilmot though he hadn't engaged him?

9) What happened at the end of the week? Osx dmg filedownloadsbrown.

10) What job was the young man offered in the long run?

11) What idea flashed through his mind?

12) What helped the man to get his first job?

Discuss the following:

1) Say if you agree or disagree with the statement 'water would find its level'. How do you understand it? Give examples in support of your opinion.

2) Give a character sketch of the main hero. Compare him with the heroes of the story 'Success Story.'

3) Is the problem of unemployment acute nowadays? Why? Is this problem interconnected with the problem of wasted lives? Give your grounds.

Unit 4

A Foul Playby R. Ruark

In 1943 Lieutenant Alexander Barr was ordered into the Armed Guard aboard the merchant ship, like many other civillian officers with no real mechanical skills – teachers, writers, lawyers.

His men were the rag-tag' of merchant service and knew very little of it. Lieutenant Alec Barr had his crew well in hand except one particularly unpleasant character, a youngster called Zabinski. Every ship has its problem child, and Zabinski was Alec's cross. If anybody was drunk and in trouble ashore, it was Zabinski. If anybody was smoking on watch, or asleep on watch, it always was Zabinski. Discipline on board was hard to keep and Zabinski made it worse.

Alec called the boy to his cabin. 'I've tried to reason with you',' he said. 'I've punished you with everything from confinement to ship' to extra duty. I've come to the conclusion that the only thing you may understand is force. I've got some boxing gloves. Navy Regulations say they should be used for recreation.

We are going to have some.

'That's all right', Zabinski said smiling.

Alec announced the exhibition of boxing skill. A lot of people gathered on deck to watch the match.

It didn't take Lieutenant Barr long to discover that he was in the ring with a semiprofessional. They were fighting two-minute rounds. But from the first five seconds of the first round Alec knew that Zabinski could knock him out with a single punch if he wanted to. But Zabinski didn't want to, he was toying with his commander, and the snickers' grew into laughter.

In the third round Alec held up a glove. 'Time out!', he said. 'I'm going to my cabin, I'll soon be back'. He turned and ran up to his cabin. In the cabin there was a safe. Alec's duty was to pay wages to his personnel. Alec Barr opened the safe and took out a paper-wrapped roll of ten-cent coins. He put this roll of silver coins into his glove and returned on deck.

'Let's go!' he said and touched gloves with Zabinski. It had pleased Zabinski before to allow the officer to knock him from time to time because it gave him a chance for a short and painful punch. But now the silver-weighted glove crashed into the boy's chin and Zabinski was out. He was lying on the floor motionless.

Alec Barr looked briefly at the boy. 'Somebody throw some water on him,' he said coldly to the seamen. And he went up to his room to clean his cuts' and put the roll of coins back to the safe. After that Lieutenant Alexander Barr had no more personnel trouble aboard ship.

NOTES:

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rag-tag – caywaAabte

a shore – za 6epery

on watch – aa aaxve

to reason with smb. – y6epmb zoro

confine to ship – ocvaazrmx

punch – ypap

snickers – cMemze

cuts – paasr

Ответьте на следующие вопросы:

1) What signs of illness could the boy's father notice when he came into the room?

2) Did the boy go to bed as his father had asked him?

3) What did the doctor say? Promo barresponsive and fully customizable bar. What did he prescribe?

4) Find in the text the sentences which prove that something serious worried the boy.

5) Why didn't the boy let anyone come into the room?

6) Which of the boy's questions reviled everything to his father?

7) What was the real reason of the boy's sufferings?

8) In what way did father explain everything to his son?

Unit 5

Jimmy Valentine's Reformationby O. Henry

Jimmy Valentine was released' that day.

'Now, Valentine,' said the warden', 'you'll go out today. Make a man of yourself. You are not a bad fellow really. Stop breaking open safes and be honest.'

'Me?' said Jimmy in surprise. 'Why, I've never broken a safe in my life.' The warden laughed. 'Better think over my advice, Valentine.'

In the evening Valentine arrived in his native town, went directly to the cafe of his old friend Mike and shook hands with Mike. Then he took the key of his room and went upstairs. Everything was just as he had left it. Jimmy removed a panel in the wall and dragged out a dust-covered suitcase. He opened it and looked fondly at the finest set of burglar's' tools. It was a complete set made of special steel. The set consisted of various tools of the latest design. Over nine hundred dollars they had cost him.

A week after the release of Valentine there was a new safe-burglary in Richmond. Two weeks after that another safe was opened. That began to interest the detectives. Ben Price, a famous detective, got interested in these cases.

'That's all Jimmy Valentine's work. He has resumed business. He has got the only tools that can open any safe without leaving the slightest trace.'

One afternoon Jimmy Valentine came to Elmore, a little town in Arkansas. A young lady crossed the street, passed him at the corner and entered a door over which was the sign 'The Elmore Bank'. Jimmy Valentine looked into her eyes, forgot what he was and became another man. She lowered her eyes and blushed slightly. Young men of Jimmy's style and looks were not of ten met in Elmore. Jimmy called a boy who was standing on the steps of the bank and began to ask him questions about the town and the people of the town. From this boy he learnt that this girl was Annabel Adams and that her father was the owner of the bank.

Jimmy went to a hotel and registered as Ralf Spencer. To the clerk he said that he had come to Elmore to start business. The clerk was impressed by the clothes and manner of Jimmy and he was ready to give Jimmy any information. Soon Jimmy opened a shoe-store and made large profits. In all other respects he was also a success. He was popular with many important people and had many friends. And he accomplished the wish of his heart. He met Miss Annabel Adams and she fell in love with him too. Annabel's father, who was a typical country banker approved of Spencer. The young people were to be married in two weeks. Jimmy gave up safe-burglary for ever. He was an honest man now. He decided to get rid of his tools.

At that time a new safe was put in Mr. Adams' bank. The old man was very proud of it and insisted that everyone should inspect it. So one day the whole family with the children went to the bank. Mr. Adams enthusiastically explained the workings of the safe to Spencer. The two children were delighted to see the shining metal and the funny clock. While they were thus engaged Ben Price, the detective, walked into the bank and stood at the counter watching the scene. He told the cashier that he was just waiting for the man he knew. Suddenly there was a loud scream from the women. Unseen by the elders, May, the smallest girl had shut herself in the vault.

'It's impossible to open the door now,' said Mr. Adams in a trembling voice, 'because the clock of the safe hasn't been wound. Oh, what shall we do? That child – she can't stand it for long because there isn't enough air there!'

'Get away from the door, all of you,' suddenly commanded Spencer. And it must be mentioned that Jimmy happened to have his suit-case with him because he was going to get rid of it that day. Very calmly he took out the tools and in ten minutes the vault was opened. The others watched him in amazement. The little girl, crying, rushed to her mother.

Jimmy took his suit-case and came up to Ben Price whom he had noticed long bef ore. 'Hello, Ben', he said, 'Let's go. I don't think it matters much now.' And then suddenly Ben Price acted rather strangely. 'I guess, you are mistaken Mr. Spencer,' he said. 'I don't seem to recognize you. I think your fiancee' is waiting for you, isn't she?' And Ben Price turned and walked out of the Bank.

NOTES:

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a warden – oxpassez

a burglar – aop-B3JIOMїHK

Ответьте на следующие вопросы:

1) What signs of illness could the boy's father notice when he came into the room?

2) Did the boy go to bed as his father had asked him?

3) What did the doctor say? What did he prescribe?

4) Find in the text the sentences which prove that something serious worried the boy.

5) Why didn't the boy let anyone come into the room?

6) Which of the boy's questions reviled everything to his father?

7) What was the real reason of the boy's sufferings?

8) In what way did father explain everything to his son?

Unit 6

Letters in the Mailby E. Caldwell

Almost everybody likes to receive letters. And perhaps nobody in Stillwater liked to get letters more than Ray Buffin. But unfortunately Ray received fewer letters in his box at the post-office than anybody else.

Guy Hodge and Ralph Barnhill were two young men in town who liked to play jokes on people. But they never meant anything bad. One afternoon they decided to play a joke on Ray Buffin. Their plan was to ask a girl in town to send Ray a love letter withoutsigning it, and then tell everybody in the post-office to watch Ray read the letter; then somebody was to ask Ray if he had received a love letter from a girl. After that somebody was to snatch the letter out of his hand and read it aloud.

They bought blue writing paper and went round the corner to the office of the telephone company where Grace Brooks worked as a night telephone operator. Grace was pretty though not very young. She had begun working for the company many years ago, after she had finished school. She had remained unmarried all those years, and because she worked at night and slept in the daytime it was very difficult for her to find a husband.

At first, after Guy and Ralf had explained to her what they wanted to do and had asked her to write the letter to Ray, Grace refused to do it.

'Now, be a good girl, Grace, do us a favour and writethe letter.' Suddenly she turned away. She didn'twant the young men to see her crying. She remembered the time she had got acquainted with Ray. Ray wanted to marry her. But she had just finished school then and had started to work for the telephone company; she was very young then and did not want to marry anybody. Time passed. During all those years she had seen him a few times but only a polite word had passed between them, and each time he looked sadder and sadder.

Finally she agreed to write the letter for Guy and Ralph and said that she would send it in the morning.

After they left the telephone office Grace thought about Ray and cried. Late at night she wrote the letter.

The next day Guy and Ralph were in the post-of-fice at 4 o'clock. By that time there was a large crowd in the post-office. When Ray came in and saw a letter in his box he looked at it in surprise. He couldn't believe his eyes. He opened the box, took out the blue envelope and went to the corner of the room to read it. When he finished he behaved like mad. He smiled happily and ran out of the room before Guy and Ralph had time to say anything to stop him. Ray hurried round the corner to the telephone office.

When Guy and Ralph ran into the room where Grace worked they saw Ray Buffin standing near the girl with the widest and happiest smile they had ever seen on his face. It was clear they had not spoken a word yet. They just stood in silence, too happy to worry about Guy and Ralph watching them.

Ответьте на следующие вопросы:

1) What signs of illness could the boy's father notice when he came into the room?

2) Did the boy go to bed as his father had asked him?

3) What did the doctor say? What did he prescribe?

4) Find in the text the sentences which prove that something serious worried the boy.

5) Why didn't the boy let anyone come into the room?

6) Which of the boy's questions reviled everything to his father?

7) What was the real reason of the boy's sufferings?

8) In what way did father explain everything to his son?

Unit 7

The Bramble Bush by Ch. Mergendahl

As Fran Walker, one of the nurses of the Mills Memorial Hospital, was sitting between rounds behind her duty desk, she often recollected her childhood, which would return to her as it had existed in reality '96 bewildering, lonely, and frustrating.

Her father, Mr. Walker, had owned a small lumber business' in Sagamore, one of Indiana's numerous smaller towns, where Fran had lived in a large frame house on six acres of unused pasture land'. The first Mrs. Walker had died, when Fran was still a baby, so she did not remember her real mother at all. She remembered her stepmother, though — small, tight-lipped, thin-faced, extremely possessive of her new husband and the new house which had suddenly become her own. Fran had adored her father, tried desperately to please him. And since he desired nothing more than a good relationship between his daughter and his second wife, she had made endless attempts to win over her new mother. But her displays of affection had not been returned. Her stepmother had remained constantly jealous, resentful, without the slightest understanding of the small girl's motives and emotions.

Fran felt herself losing out, slipping away into an inferior position. She began to exaggerate — often lie about friends, feelings, grades at school, anything possible to keep herself high in her father's esteem, and at the same time gain some small bit of admiration from her mother. The exaggerations, though, had constantly turned back on her, until eventually a disgusted Mrs. Walker had insisted she be sent away to a nearby summer camp. 'They award a badge of honour there,' she had said, 'and if you win it — not a single untruth all summer — then we'll know you've stopped lying and we'll do something very special for you.'

'We'll give you a pony,' her father had promised.

Fran wanted the pony. More than the pony, she wanted to prove herself. After two months of near painful honesty, she finally won the badge of honour, and brought it home clutched tight in her fist, hidden in her pocket while she waited, waited, all the way from the station, all during the tea in the living-room for the exact proper moment to make her announcement of glorious victory.

'Well?' her mother had said finally. 'Well, Fran?'

'Well — ', Fran began, with the excitement building higher and higher as she drew in her breath and thought of exactly how to say it.

'You can't hide it any longer, Fran.' Her mother had sighed in hopeless resignation. 'We know you didn't win it, so there's simply no point in lying about it now.'

Fran had closed her mouth. She'd stared at her mother, then stood and gone out to the yard and looked across the green meadow where the pony was going to graze. She had taken the green badge from her pocket, fingered it tenderly, then buried it beneath a rock in the garden. She had gone back into the house and said, 'No, I didn't win it,' and her mother had said, 'Well, at least you didn't lie this time,' and her father had held her while she'd cried and known finally that there was no further use in trying.

Her father had bought her an Irish setter as a consolation prize.

Questions on the text:

1) Where did Fran Walker spend her childhood?

2) What can you say about her parents?

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3) Describe Fran's stepmother.

4) Why did Fran do her best to win her stepmother's affection though she didn't like the woman?

5) What was the new mother's attitude towards her stepdaughter?

6) What was the reason of Fran's exaggerations? What do you think she said about her friends, school, etc.?

7) What way out did Fran's stepmother find to make the girl stop lying?

8) Which phrase in the text proves that it wasn't easy for the girl to win the badge?

9) Fran was eager to announce her victory, wasn't she? Prove it by the text.

10) It was only once that Fran's stepmother believed her. When? Was it of any use?

Discuss the following:

1) Give a character sketch of the girl's stepmother.

2) Analyse relationship between the girl and her stepmother. What prevented them from becoming friends? Do you think stepmother may have become mother for the girl?

3) Whose side did Fran's father take? Give your grounds.

4) Why was it so difficult for the girl to announce her victory? Which words of her stepmother killed all her three-month hopes and expectations?

5) What did the girl bury beneath a rock in the garden? Was it only the badge?

6) Why was Fran's childhood 'bewildering, lonely and f rustrating'?

V Retell the text on the part of 1) Fran Walker, 2) her stepmother, 3) one of the teachers at the summer camp.

The BeardbyG. Clark

I was going by train to London. I didn't have, the trouble to take anything to eat with me, and soon was very hungry. I decided to go to the dining-car to have a meal.

As I was about to seat myself, I saw that the gentle­man I was to face wore a large beard. He was a young man. His beard was full, loose and very black. I glanced at him uneasily and noted that he was a big pleasant fellow with dark laughing eyes.

Indeed I could feel his eyes on me as I fumbled with the knives and forks. It was hard to pull myself together. It is not easy to face a beard. But when I could escape no longer, I raised my eyes and found the young man's on my face.

'Good evening,' I said cheerily.

'Good evening,' he replied pleasantly, inserting a big buttered roll within the bush of his beard. Not even a crumb fell off. He ordered soup. It was a difficult soup for even the most barefaced of men to eat, but not a drop did he waste on his whiskers². He kept his eyes on me in between bites. But I knew he knew that I was watching his every bite with acute fascination.

'I'm impressed,' I said, 'with your beard.'

'I suspected as much,' smiled the young man.

'Is it a wartime device?' I inquired.

'No,' said he; 'I'm too young to have been in the war. I grew this beard two years ago.'

'It's magnificent,' I informed him.

'Thank you,' he replied. 'As a matter of fact this beard is an experiment in psychology. I suffered horribly from shyness. I was so shy it amounted to a phobia. At university I took up psychology and began reading books on psychology³. And one day I came across a chapter on human defence mechanisms, explaining how so many of us resort to all kinds of tricks to escape from the world, or from conditions in the world which we find hateful. Well, I just turned a thing around. I decided to make other people shy of me. So I grew this beard.

The effect was astonishing. I found people, even tough, hard-boiled people, were shy of looking in the face. They were panicked by my whiskers. It made them uneasy. And my shyness vanished completely.'

He pulled his fine black whiskers affectionately and said: 'Psychology is a great thing. Unfortunately people don't know about it. Psychology should help people discover such most helpful tricks. Life is too short to be wasted in desperately striving to be nor­mal.'

'Tell me,' I said finally. 'How did you master eating the way you have? You never got a crumb or a drop on your beard, all through dinner.'

'Nothing to it, sir,' said he. 'When you have a beard, you keep your eyes on those of your dinner partner. And whenever you note his eyes fixed in horror on your chin, you wipe it off.'

NOTES:

¹ beard — 6opoда

² whiskers — бакенбарды

³ psychology —психология

I Find in the text English equivalents for the follow­ing words and expressions:

не позаботился, вагон-ресторан, только я собирался сесть, чувствовал на себе его взгляд, в самую гущу своеи бороды, безбородый, внушительная, дело в том, что; психологический эксперимент, смущение,занялся психологией, защитные силы человека,прибегать к различным уловкам, уйти от реальности, потрясающий эффект, черствые люди, бакенбарды наводили на них панику, чувствовать себя не в своей тарелке, полностью исчезла, отчаянно пытаясь, ничего сложного.

II Give Russian equivalents for the following words and expressions from the text and use them in the sentences of your own:

face smb, glance at smb, pull oneself together, keep one's eyes on smb, be impressed with smth, suffer from smth, read books on smth, come across, find smth hateful, make smb do smth, be shy of doing smth, waste life (time), master (doing) smth.

III Questions on the text:

1) Why did the author go to the dining-car?

2) Describe the man who was sitting opposite him.

3) Why did the author feel ill at ease?

4) What was it that struck the author in the manner his companion was eating?

5) What did the young man suffer from when he was a student?

6) What did he read about human defence mechanisms in one of the books on psychology?

7) What idea occurred to him?

8) What was the effect of his experiment?

9) How did the young man explain to the author his careful manner of eating?

IV Discuss the following:

1) Is the knowledge of psychology important for a per­son? Why? Give your grounds.

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2) What do you know about human defence mecha­nisms? In what situations are they displayed?

3) What kind of world conditions do you consider 'hateful'? What are the ways to improve them?

4) How do you understand the phrase 'escape from the world'? When and why do people have to do it?

Unit 9

Lautisse Paints Againby H.A. Smith

Everybody knows by this time that we met Lautisse on board a ship, but few people know that in the beginning, Betsy and I had no idea who he was.

At first he introduced himself as Monsieur Roland, but as we talked he asked me a lot of questions about myself and my business and finally he asked me if I could keep a secret and said: 'I am Lautisse.'

I had no idea who he was. I told Betsy and after lunch we went up and talked to the ship's librarian, asked him a few questions. And then we found out that my new friend was probably the world's best living painter. The librarian found a book with his biography and a photograph. Though the photograph was bad, we decided that our new acquaintance was Lautisse all right. The book said that he suddenly stopped painting at 53 and lived in a villa in Rivera. He hadn't painted anything in a dozen years and was heard to say he would never touch the brush again.

Well, we got to be real friends and Betsy invited him to come up to our place for a weekend.

Lautisse arrived on the noon train Saturday, and I met him at the station. We had promised him that we wouldn't have any people and that we wouldn't try to talk to him about art. It wasn't very difficult since we were not very keen on art.

I was up at seven-thirty the next morning and I remembered that I had a job to do. Our vegetable garden had a fence around it which needed a coat of paint. I took out a bucket half full of white paint and a brush and an old kitchen chair. I was sitting on the chair thinking, when I heard footsteps and there stood Lautisse. I said that I was getting ready to paint the garden fence but now that he was up, I would stop it. He protested, then took the brush from my hand and said, 'First, I'll show you!' At that moment Betsy cried from the kitchen door that breakfast was ready. 'No, no,' he said. 'No breakfast, – I will paint the fence.' I argued with him but he wouldn't even look up from his work. Betsy laughed and assured me that he was having a good time. He spent three hours at it and finaly he was-back to town on the 9. 10 that evening and at the station he shook my hand and said that he hadn't enjoyed himself so much in years.

We didn't hear anything from him for about 10 days but the newspapers learnt about the visit and came to our place. I was out but Betsy told the reporters everything and about the fence too. The next day the papers had quite a story and the headlines said: LAUTISSE PAINTS AGAIN. On the same day three men came to my place from different art galleries and offered 4.000 dollars for the fence. I refused. The next day I was of f ered 25.000 and then 50.000. On the fourth day a sculptor named Gerston came to my place. He was a friend of Lautisse. He advised me to allow the Palmer Museum in New York to exhibit it for a few weeks. He said that the gallery people were interested in the fence because Lautisse had never before used a bit of white paint. I agreed. So the fence was put in the Palmer Museum. I went down myself to have a look at it. Hundreds of people came to see the fence, and I couldn't help laughing when I saw my fence because it had a fence around it.

A week later Gerston telephoned me and asked to come to him. He had something important to tell me. It turned out that Lautisse visited the exhibition and signed all the thirty sections of my fence. 'Now,' said Gerston, 'you have really got something to sell.' And indeed with Gerston's help, 29 of the 30 sections were sold within a month's time and the price was 10.000 each section. I didn't want to sell the 30th section and it's hanging now in our living-room.

II Give Russian equivalents for fhe following words and expressions from fhe fext and use them in the sentences of your own: introduce oneself, the world's best painter, be keen on smth, look up from one's work, assure smb, hear from smb, exhibit smth, be interested in smth, sign smth.

III Questions on the fext:

1) Where did the author and his wife meet Lautisse for the first time?

2) Was his name known to them? What did they find out at the library?

3) What did they promise the painter when they invited him to their place?

4) What kind of job did the author have to do in the morning?

5) Who did the job in the long run? What proves that he enjoyed it?

6) Was Lautisse's visit a kind of sensation for the reporters? Why?

7) What effect did the newspaper articles produce?

8) How much money was the author offered for thefence?

9) How did the gallery people explain their deep interest in the fence?

10) What do the author's words 'the fence had a fence around it' mean?

11) What made the fence price rise?

12) Why did Lautisse's visit become a lucky chance for the author?

IV Discuss the following:

1) Does advertising mean a lot in life? Prove it by the text.

2) How did Lautisse use people's interest in his so called 'art' to prolong his fame?

3) Do people who visit picture galleries or collect pieces of art always understand art? Why do they do it then?

4) Does it often happen that a name means more than talent?

V Retell the texf on the part of 1) Lautisse, 2) Betsy, 3) Gerston.

Unit 10

A Good Start

Bill liked painting more than anything in life. He started painting when he was 15 and people said that as a painter he had quite a lot of talent and had mastered most of the technical requirements. At 22 he had his first one-man show when he was discovered by the critics and his pictures were all sold out, with the money he could afford to marry Leila, rent a studio and stop being a student. To complete his education he went to Italy but after 5 months all the money was spent and he had to return.

Bill never had another show like the first one, though he became a better painter. The critics did not think him modern enough and said he was too academic. From time to time he managed to sell some of his paintings but eventually things had got very tight and he was obliged to look for a job.

The day before he went for an interview with his uncle Bill was especially gloomy. In the morning he went up to one of his unfinished pictures in the studio but he felt he couldn't paint. He threw down his brush and a bright red spot appeared on the board already covered with black and yellow paint from his previous work. The board had been used to protect the floor and was at that moment a mixture of bright colours.

When Bill left, Leila got down to cleaning the studio. She took up the board and put it against the wall to clean the floor. At that moment Garrad, Bill's dealer, came in. Bill had asked him to come, look at his work and arrange a show but the dealer had for some time been uncertain on the matter. So he was looking around the studio, explaining how the gallery was booked up for a year and how he could not really promise Bill a show yet for two years or so.

Suddenly the board against the wall attracted his attention.

'Leila, my dear,' he exclaimed. 'I felt that there must be something like this. Tell me, why is he keeping it away from us?'

Leila was too shocked to answer. But Garrad went on: 'I think it's wonderful. I never doubted Bill would catch up with the modern trends. Now Leila, are there more pictures for a full show? I must go now but I'll be ringing him up. I'm going to change the whole plan and show his new work in the autumn. Tell him not to waste time. As to this one if he wants to sell it, I'll buy it myself.'

Leila stayed in the studio till Bill came back. She was too excited to tell him the story clearly and Bill could not understand anything at first. When he realised what had happened he shook with laughter. 'You didn't explain the whole thing about the board to him, did you?' he managed to say at last.

'No, I didn't. I couldn't really, I believe I should have, but it would have made him look too silly. I just said I didn't think you'd sell it'.

What was Bill to do?

Think of your own ending.

(What was Bill to do? What a thing, he thought, to find waiting for you on your return from taking a job at two pounds a week. He could paint more for an exhibition that very evening and show them to Garrad the next day. After all, why not use it as a start for a good painter's career?)

to oblige [obliged|obliged] заставлять, связывать обязательством

gloomy – хмурый, угрюмый, печальный

dealer – агент про продаже

II Give Russian equivalenfs for fhe following words and expressions from fhe text and use fhem in the sentences of your own: master smth, manage to do smth, be (un) certain on smth, be booked up, attract smb's attention, keep smth away from smb., be too shocked to do smth, doubt smth, catch up with smth (smb.).

III Questions on the text:

1) When did Bill start painting and what did people say about his abilities?

2) What did he do with the money he got for his first show?

3) Why wasn't his f urther activity as a painter a success?

4) What was the reason of his going for an interview?

5) How did Garrad explain to Bill's wife the fact that he didn't want to arrange the show of Bill's pictures?

6) What attracted his attention suddenly?

7) What had the board been used for before? Why was Garrad so impressed?

8) What did Garrad mean by the words 'catch up with the modern trends?'

9) Why did he change his mind at once?

10) What was Hill's reaction when his wife told him everything?

11) What trick did he decide to play on Garrad?

IV Discuss the following:

1) What do you know about abstract manner of painting? Can you guess from the story what the author's attitude to this trend in painting is?

2) Comment on the title of the story. Do you think Bill will continue to paint in this manner?

3) Sometimes (or often) your life or your future depends on the opinion of some people. Is that so?

4) Compare Bill and Lautisse. Is there anything in common in their careers? What is the difference?

V Retell fhe story on the part of 1) Bill, 2) his wife, 3) Bill's dealer.

Unit 11

The Filipino and the Drunkard'W. Saroyan

This loud-mouthed guy in the brown coat was not really mean', he was drunk. He took a sudden dislike to the small well-dressed Filipino and began to order him around the waiting-room, telling him to get back, not to crowd among the white people. They were waiting to get on the boat and cross the bay to Oakland. He was making a commotion in the waiting-room, and while everyone seemed to be in sympathy with the Filipino, no one seemed to want to come to his rescue, and the poor boy became very frightened.

He stood among the people, and this drunkard kept pushing up against him and saying: 'I told you to get back. Now get back. I fought twenty-four months inFrance. I'm a real American. I don't want you standing up here among white people.'

The boy kept squeezing politely out of the drunkard's way, hurrying through the crowd, not saying anything and trying his best to be as decent as possible. But the drunkard didn't leave him alone. He didn't like the fact that the Filipino was wearing good clothes.

When the big door opened to let everybody to the boat, the young Filipino moved quickly among the people, running from the drunkard. He sat down in a corner, but soon got up and began to look for a more hidden place. At the other end of the boat was the drunkard. He could hear the man swearing. The boy looked for a place to hide, and rushed into the lavatory. He went into one of the open compartments and bolted the door. The drunkard entered the lavatory and began asking others in the room if they had seen the boy. Finally he found the compartment where the boy was standing, and he began swearing and demanding that the boy come out.

'Go away,' the boy said.

The drunkard began pounding on the door. 'You got to come out some time,' he said. 'I'll wait here till go away,' said the boy. 'I've done you nothing.'

Behind the door the boy's bitterness grew to rage.

He began to tremble, not fearing the man but fearing the rage growing in himself. He brought the knife from his pocket.

'Go away,' he said again. 'I have a knif e. I don't want any trouble.'

The drunkard said he was a real American, wounded twice. He wouldn't go away. He was afraid of no dirty little yellow-faced Filipino with a knife.

'I will kill you,' said the boy. 'I don't want any trouble. Go away. Please, don't make any trouble,' he said earnestly.

He threw the door open and tried to rush beyond the man, the knife in his fist, but the drunkard caught him by the sleeve and drew him back. The sleeve of the boy's coat ripped, and the boy turned and thrust the knife into the side of the drunkard, feeling it scrape against the ribbone'. The drunkard shouted and screamed at once, then caught the boy by the throat, and the boy began to thrust the knife into the side of the man many times. When the drunkard could hold him no more and fell to the floor, the boy rushed from the room, the knife still in his hand.

Everyone knew what he had done, yet no one moved. The boy ran to the front of the boat, seeking some place to go, but there was no place to go, and before the officers of the boat arrived he stopped suddenly and began to shout at the people.

'I didn't want to hurt him, why didn't you stop him? Is it right to chase a man like a rat? You knew he was drunk. I didn't want to hurt him, but he wouldn't let me go. He tore my coat and tried to choke me. I told him I would kill him if he wouldn't go away. It is not my fault. I must go to Oakland to see my brother. He is sick. Do you thirik I'm looking for trouble when my brother is sick. Why didn't you stop him?'

NOTES:

drunkard – rrbaab

mean – rpy6brA

ribbone – pe6po

Ответьте на следующие вопросы:

1) What signs of illness could the boy's father notice when he came into the room?

2) Did the boy go to bed as his father had asked him?

3) What did the doctor say? What did he prescribe?

4) Find in the text the sentences which prove that something serious worried the boy.

5) Why didn't the boy let anyone come into the room?

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6) Which of the boy's questions reviled everything to his father?

7) What was the real reason of the boy's sufferings?

8) In what way did father explain everything to his son?

Unit 12

The Dinner Partyby N. Monsarrat

There are still some rich people in the world. Many of them lead lives of particular pleasure. But rich people do have their problems. They are seldom problems of finance, since most rich people have enough sense to hire other people to take care of their worries. But there are other, more genuine problems. They are the problems of behaviour.

Let me tell you a story which happened to my uncle Octavian a full thirty years ago. At that time I myself was fifteen. My uncle Octavian was then a rich man. He was a charming and accomplished host whose villa was an accepted rendezvous of the great. He was a hospitable and most amiable man – until January 3, 1925.

There was nothing special about that day in the life of my uncle Octavian, except that it was his fifty-fifth birthday. As usual on such a day he was giving a party, a party for twelve people. All of them were old friends.

I, myself, aged fifteen, was deeply privileged. I was staying with my uncle at his exquisite villa, on holiday from school, and as a special concession on this happy day, I was allowed to come down to dinner. It was exciting for me to be admitted to such company, which included a newspaper proprietor of exceptional intelligence and his fabulous' American wife, a recent prime-minister of France and a distinguished German prince and princess.

At that age, you will guess, I was dazzled. Even today, 30 years later, one may fairly admit that the company was distinguished. But I should also stress that they were all old and intimate friends of my uncle Octavian.

Towards the end of a wonderful dinner, when dessert had been brought in and the servants had left, my uncle leant forward to admire a magnificent diamond ring on the princess's hand. She was a handsome woman. She turned her hand gracefully towards my uncle. Across the table, the newspaper proprietor leant across and said: 'May I also have a look?' She smiled and nodded. Then she took off the ring and held it out to him. 'It was my grandmother's – the old empress,' she said. 'I have not worn it for many years. It is said to have once belonged to Genghis Khan.'

There were exclamations of delight and admiration. The ring was passed from hand to hand. For a moment it rested on my own palm, gleaming splendidly. Then I passed it on to my neighbour. As I turned away again, I saw her pass it on.

It was some 20 minutes later when the princess stood up and said: 'Before we leave you, may I have my ring back?' .. There was a pause, while each of us looked expectantly at his neighbour. Then there was silence.

The princess was still smiling, though less easily. She was unused to asking for things twice. The silence continued, I still thought that it could only be a practical joke, and that one of us – probably the prince himself – would produce the ring with a laugh. But when nothing happened at all, I knew that the rest of the night would be dreadful.

I am sure that you can guess the sort of scene that followed. There was the embarrassment of the guests – all of them old and valued friends. There was a nervous search of the whole room. But it did not bring the princess's ring back again. It had vanished – an irreplaceable thing, worth possibly two hundred thousand pounds – in a roomful of twelve people, all known to each other.

No servants had entered the room. No one had left it for a moment. The thief (for now it could only be theft) was one of us, one of my uncle Octavian's cherished friends.