Базовый курс английского языка - Эккерсли К.Э.
ISBN 5-7871-0174-X
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2. Какая разница между:
1. a teaspoon and a tablespoon; 2. a pie and a pudding; 3. dinner and lunch; 4. a waiter and a waitress
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3. Замените прямую речь косвенной:
1. David said, "I am really Copperfield; that is my name."
2. The waiter said, "There's half a pint of beer for you; will you have it now?"
3. The waiter said, "1 will drink it if you like. I am used to it. I don't think it will hurt me if I throw my head back and get it down quickly."
4. David said, " Have another chop. That beer needs two. "
5. David said, "I must go now. Is there anything else to pay for besides the dinner?"
6. The waiter said, "Whenever you come here again, ask for me."
7. The landlady said, "Come on, the coach is waiting. Here, William, help him into the coach."
4. Подробно опишите:
1. How you would set a table for dinner.
2. How you would make a pie (or a pudding).
5. Ответьте на вопросы:
1. As David's name was Copperfield, why was his dinner ordered in the name of Murdstone?
2. Why does the waiter address David as "six foot"?
3. What reason did the waiter give for drinking the beer himself?
4. Why (according to the waiter) wouldn't the beer do him any harm?
5. What excuse did he give David for eating David's chops?
6. Why did the waiter get more of the pudding than David did?
7. What did the landlady shout to the coachman? Why?
6. Придумайте предложения со следующими словосочетаниями:
get a cold; get better; get rid of; get annoyed; get round someone; get your own way; get warm; get off; get made; get into trouble; get into debt
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Hob Tells the Life-story of a Great Briton
HOB: You have told us about one or two great men in history but I'd like to tell you about a great man who is still living. May I?
MR. PRIESTLEY: Certainly, Hob. Who is it?
HOB: My Uncle Albert, Mr. Albert Hobdell.
PEDRO: Well, you've been threatening us with this for the last two years, so let's get it over.
HOB: Well, I'll tell you the story exactly as I had it from him.
The Story of Uncle Albert
"Fifteen years ago," said Uncle Albert, "I was a caretaker at School in Manchester. I swept the floors and cleaned the blackboard and put the desks straight after school and opened the windows in the morning and locked the doors at night, put coal on the fires and did about a hundred other odd jobs-all for five pounds a week.
"As a matter of fact I quite liked the job. The headmaster, Mr. Brown, was a nice old fellow, friendly and easy-going, and he was always very kind to me. I'd known him for years, in fact I'd been a boy at his school, though I must say I was no credit as a scholar to him, or to any other teacher for that matter. I was one of those boys who just can't learn, at least can't learn any of the things they teach in school. Now if it was making things with my hands, I was clever enough at that-I could make anything from a fishing-rod to a dining-table, but reading and writing were completely beyond me, and to this day I can't read or write-and I've never felt that I wanted to-"
FRIEDA: Do you mean to say he can't read or write anything at all?
HOB: Not a word. He can't even write his own name. But he's one of the cleverest and best men I know. There's nobody like him for telling a story-not even me. And as a judge of character he is one of the shrewdest I've ever met. He can weigh up anyone in the first few minutes and he is hardly ever deceived in a man. Well, to come back
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to Uncle Albert's story: "...I went on quite happily at School until old Mr. Brown, the headmaster, retired and a new young head, Mr. Johnson, came in his place. Mr. Johnson was quite different from old Mr. Brown. He was the new broom that sweeps clean. He was going to organize everything properly; he would make the school really efficient and up-to-date. The work was going to be better; the boys were going to learn twice as much in half the time and get more scholarships. The play, too, was going to be organized; the school must win all its football matches and all its cricket matches.
"At first I got on all right. I could do my work quite well and there were never any complaints. Then Mr. Johnson had the idea that what was wanted to make the school more efficient was a 'time-book'. Every one of the staff had to sign this every morning when he came to school, putting in the exact time that he arrived, and sign it again in the evening, putting it again the exact moment that he went away. At the end of the week the headmaster looked at the book to see that no one had come at eight minutes to nine instead of ten minutes to, or had dared to go away before he himself had gone. So on Friday he picked up the book and looked at it; yes, it seemed all right-and then he noticed that my name was not there at all. He could hardly believe his eyes. 1 was sent for and I went, feeling rather worried, to the headmaster's room.
'Oh, Hobdell, I gave orders that every man had to sign the time-book. Did you know about that order?'
'Yes, sir.'
