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Базовый курс английского языка - Эккерсли К.Э.

Эккерсли К.Э. Базовый курс английского языка — М.: Лист Нью, 2002. — 704 c.
ISBN 5-7871-0174-X
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8. What does Olaf generally wear? '
9. When does he wear (a) a cap, (b) a raincoat, (c) a scarf?
10. What is the opposite of "a suit made to measure"?
11. How could you tell a pair of Olafs trousers from a pair of Pedro's?
12. Make sentences to illustrate two meanings of tip.
3. Объясните значение следующих слов и словосочетаний и придумайте с ними предложения:
a cap to match; I go for a fitting; the coat is let out or taken in; the fit is perfect; ready-made; the clothes keep their shape; they wear for years without getting worn out
Сочинение
1. Опишите одежду, которая в данный момент на вас.
2. Напишите диалог на тему: "A visit to the tailor" (or dressmaker).
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Frieda's First Day in London
MR. PRIESTLEY: You are getting near the end of your year's work now and I think we want something rather different for our last lesson or two. Now suppose one or two of you give a short talk, or tell a little story or describe an adventure that happened to you. You can choose whatever you like; I want you to talk to the other students for about four or five minutes and then I will tell you what mistakes you made-if there were any-in grammar or construction or pronunciation. Now who will speak to us at tomorrow's lesson? You will, Frieda? That's very good.
FRIEDA: I don't suppose I shall do it very well, but I could tell you about a little adventure that happened just after 1 came to England.
HOB: Oh! I can tell you of something that happened to me the first day I came to England.
OLAF: A funny family named Wiggins lives next door to me. There's Mr. Wiggins, a little fellow who gets blamed for everything; there's Mrs. Wiggins who does all the blaming; there's young Timothy Wiggins, and last, but not least, there are Grandma and Grandpa, Mrs. Wiggins' parents. I've written a little play about them. Could I read that to you?
MR. PRIESTLEY: That sounds splendid. So, at tomorrow's lesson Frieda can tell her adventure; the next day we will have Olaf s play, and then, the day after that, Hob will gave us his story.
* * *
The next day
FRIEDA: 1 shall never forget, as long as I live, the day when I first set foot in London. I had come from a quiet little town in Switzerland and I had never before lived in a big city, so London was a new world to me and I was dying to find out more about it for myself.
The general opinion abroad is that London has fog or rain, or both every day of the year, but on the day that 1 arrived it was fine and
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warm, there was a bright sun and a cloudless sky. The next day was just as beautiful; there was a slight wind that gently moved the leaves on the trees, and you could smell the spring in the air. "Life is grand," I thought, as I took Anthony, the little boy of the house, for a walk in Kensington Gardens. It was a straight road and I found the way quite easily. When I got my first sight of the gardens the beauty of it all nearly took my breath away. The trees were just bursting into leaf, fresh and green and lovely, and there were beds of spring flowers, red and yellow and blue, in the beautiful, smooth grass under the trees.
People in light spring clothes were walking about, and, to my surprise, they walked not only along the paths but also across the grass, and no one said a word to them about it. I had never seen such a thing before. We passed a pool in which ducks were swimming, a children's playground with crowds of happy children, more water with boats on it, and everywhere people-people whose language I could not understand.
Well, it was time for us to go home; but which way was it? We hurriedly turned down one path that I thought would take us back- and found ourselves in Hyde Park. My mind was quite confused now and I was rather frightened. I ran to the left and to the right and asked several old ladies for the way to Addison Road, but I found to my horror that I could not understand a single word they said in reply. I wandered on till I came to a big open place where I saw men standing on a chair, or a platform, or on the ground speaking or preaching, people of all kinds were listening or asking questions or making remarks and sometimes laughing at the speaker. Other groups were singing loud and earnestly. Of course, I could not understand a word and was greatly surprised, but now I know this is the famous Hyde Park meeting; there is perhaps nothing else like it in all the world.
Meanwhile, the sun had gone behind a cloud, I was terribly tired and wanted nothing in the world so much as to be at home. At last we got to the park gate at Marble Arch, but this was worse than ever; there were buses, high and fearfully red, motor cars, bicycles,
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people, and again in an endless line buses everywhere and people climbing in them or hurrying along, while I stood lost in the midst of them.
1 was ready to cry, but there was little Anthony who had waited two hours for his tea. In despair I crossed the street on to an island, where I found a policeman. He was a head taller than any other man, and I took my last bit of courage in both hands1 and said, "Please, sir, where is Addison Road?"2 He began to explain, but when he saw that I couldn't understand he became helpless too. "Are you French?" he said. "No, Swiss," I replied, "but I speak French."
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