Базовый курс английского языка - Эккерсли К.Э.
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MR. PRIESTLEY: And I think that will do for grammar today.
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FRIEDA: I received a quite exciting letter this morning, Mr. Priestley. It was from Mr. and Mrs. Evans. They are old friends of my father's
and they live at Capel Curig, a little village in North Wales. They stayed last Christmas with us at my home in Switzerland, and now they have invited Jan and me (they met Jan last Christmas; you remember he came to spend Christmas at our house) to have a holiday in August at their house in Wales. I have always wanted to go to Wales; Mr. Evans talked so much about it, and now I'm going to get the chance of seeing it. Isn't it lovely?
MR. PRIESTLEY: That's splendid news, Frieda. I'm sure you will both enjoy it; it's a fascinating country, both for its scenery, which is some of the loveliest in the world, and for its people and its traditions.
PEDRO: I envy you your holiday there, Frieda; I wish I were going there, too. You'll probably come back speaking Welsh.
HOB: But don't the Welsh people speak English?
MR. PRIESTLEY: Most of them do, but that's not their native language.
FRIEDA: Mr. Evans speaks English as well as Mr. Priestley does, but Welsh is his mother tongue.
OLAF: How does it happen, Mr. Priestley, that the people there speak Welsh? After all, it is near England, it's not separated from it by the sea, and I suppose it has been part of the British Isles for hundreds of years. 1
MR. PRIESTLEY: What Olaf says is quite true, but it is too big a subject to go into just now; but, one day, I'll give you a lesson on "Why the Welsh speak Welsh" and, incidentally, "Why the English speak English," for, at one time, the inhabitants of this island didn't speak English.
JAN: I should like that very much, sir. I'm sure I don't need to tell you how much I am looking forward to this holiday in Wales. While I am there I want to write a "diary" of the things that I have seen and heard.
FRIEDA: And I'll write down some of the stories that I'm sure Mr. Evans will tell us and we'll send you the "diary" and the stories, or bring them with us when we return so that you can all read them.
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MR. PRIESTLEY: That is an excellent idea, Frieda. We shall look forward very much to reading them.
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1. Составьте три предложения, где глагол do был бы а) смысловым глаголом, б) "специальным" глаголом.
2. В каких конструкциях do является "специальным" глаголом?
3. Заполните пропуски глаголом do в соответствующей грамматической форме:
1. You are__very well.
2 . you that exercise on your own?
3. How____you___?
4. You know Mr. Jones,__you?
5. You must as well as you can.
6.1___like eggs and bacon.
7. What___he _ in the evenings?
8. He swam the English Channel,__he?
9. Jan enjoys a game of football, and so_Olaf.
10 . you speak Dutch? No, I .
11. Hob_____anything, unless he has to.
12. Lucille like brandy, and neither Olaf or Jan.
4. Есть английская пословица "When in Rome do as the Romans do." Что, по-вашему, она означает? Подходит ли она путешественникам?
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Frieda Writes a Letter from Wales
Capel Curig,
N. Wales.
Dear Mr. Priestley,
Well, here we are in Wales; and what a lovely country it is. I was very excited when we crossed from England into Wales. The map shows a boundary between England and Wales, but there was no "frontier", no Customs officers, no armed guard. But you know you are in Wales all right, you soon hear Welsh being spoken, you see Welsh names on the sign-posts and you see them on the railway stations.
I can't tell you about all our jomey; it would take a book not just a letter, but I should like to tell you of a trip we made yesterday in Mr. Evans' car round some of North Wales. We went through lovely countryside, with great mountains, some of them beautiful and green and wooded, others bare and wild. There were gentle, fertile valleys with little farmhouses or cottages sheltering on the slopes of the mountains, and quiet lakes and rivers winding down or, in places, dashing down to the coast, which is only twenty of thirty miles away; in places the mountains run right down into the sea.
We went to Snowdon, in fact we went up Snowdon, the highest mountain in England and Wales. The mountain is dark and wild-looking. We actually went right to the top of Snowdon in a train. It happened like this. We had just gone through the town of Llanberis at the foot of the mountain, and there was a little station and in it was a little engine and train, just like the toy trains and station that my young brother has at home. So we got in. The carriages held fifteen or sixteen people and, with a lot of smoke and steam, the toy train moved out and puffed its way round and round and up the mountain.
For a time we had fine, extensive views, and then, all at once we entered a cloud. The whole view was blotted out. A thick grey mist was all around us, in the carriage (for it was quite open without any windows) and in our eyes and throats. And wasn't it cold! I sat close to Jan
to try to keep warm. Suddenly, after about half an hour, we came through the cloud and into the sunlight. The train came to a stop in another little station and we were at the top of Snowdon. The clouds were breaking everywhere below us and through the gaps we had a wonderful view for miles. Behind us we could see the enormous shadow of the two peaks of Snowdon, the one on which we stood, the highest one, and the slightly smaller peak beside it. Mr. Evans said something in Welsh. It was poetry and it sounded beautiful though I didn't understand a word of it.
