Selected Stories: educational manual 9786010408654

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AL-FARABI KAZAKH NATIONAL UNIVERSITY

SELECTED STORIES Educational Manual Compiler G.A. Ismailova

UDC 811.111(075.8) LBC 81.2 Анг-923 S 45 Recommended for the Academic Council of the Faculty of Philology, Literary Studies and World Languages and Editorial and Publishing Council of KazNU al-Farabi Reviewers: Doctor of Philological Sciences, Professor A.A. Zhanabekova Candidate of Philological Sciences, Docent G.K. Mustafina Candidate of Pedagogical Sciences, Docent A.A. Golovchun

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Selected Stories: educational manual / compiler G.A. Ismailova. – Almaty: Kazakh university Press, 2014. – 122 p. ISBN 978-601-04-0865-4 This teaching appliance is addressed to the students of 1-4 courses as homereading to improve reading skills, to improve speaking abilities on different topics of the contemporary world and leads the students to make analysis of the text. All stories are true to life; they are taken from a real life of young people and give a guide to the future life resting on the values of morality. Every story contains an assignment; every task is connected with the content of the story. Some exercises are designed to work on vocabulary, others to revise grammar; you will also find tasks to organize discussions, role-plays. These exercises can be done not only in class or self-prepared lessons but as Midterm Tests too. This teaching appliance can be used not only at the lessons of Basic English but also at all lessons connected with improving reading and speaking abilities and as self-prepared tasks for Modern American Literature, independent work for the discourse of the Analytical reading; these stories help to brush up English. The author of the first nine stories of this collection is Sandra Golding a contemporary young American writer. UDC 811.111(075.8) LBC 81.2 Анг-923

ISBN 978-601-04-0865-4

© Ismailova G.A., 2014 © KazNU al-Farabi, 2014

INTRODUCTION TO «SELECTED STORIES»

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The aim of this teaching appliance is to help the students to develop skills of the system of linguistic analysis, the ability to assimilate knowledge in the field of linguistics, literary and cultural studies based on specialized textbooks. It is for students who would like to communicate more effectively in English by improving grammatical knowledge, language skills, confidence in expressing thoughts, and assist them to obtain the best possible results in English. Objectives: Students should understand and speak on: The relationship between people, be able to give explanation of the main characteristics and trends of the development of different types of relations between people of different social levels.  Describe processes and developments  Express purpose, means and method  Describe a sequence of events/ time relations  Develop an argument  Present arguments, ideas and opinions  Express certainty and doubt  Support an argument: illustrating and exemplifying ideas  Refute arguments, ideas and opinions  Offer evaluative comments on opinions and arguments  Draw conclusions  Deduce the meaning of unfamiliar words and word groups  Understand relations within the sentence/complex sentences  Understand explicitly stated information  Understand conceptual meaning, e.g. comparison, purpose, cause, effect  Understand relations between the parts of a text through lexical cohesion devices

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 Understand relations between parts of the text by recognizing indicators in discourse  The development of interpersonal skills and the capacity for teamwork  Participating in small groups ( tutorials, seminars) and in group work and group projects  Being involved in activities where consensus is sought ( making decisions with others) Short stories can be a good choice when learning a language because they are...short. It’s like reading a whole book in a few pages. So you can quite quickly finish the story and feel that you have achieved something. Stories are specially published to be easy to read and they are usually available at different levels, A story is an excellent way for you to start practicing reading. Improving your English speaking skills will help you communicate more easily and effectively. The essence of each story presents techniques that language teachers can use to keep their students interested and motivated by helping them to understand the language acquisition process, connect language learning with their larger educational and life goals, and succeed as language learners using their background knowledge of English, using their inner resources, reducing anxiety, reminding of their progress in the language. A self-evaluation assignment, attached at the end of every text, allows instructors to assess their current and potential motivation techniques. To become engaged learners, students need to understand that learning a language is not the same as learning about a language. From the first course students need to understand that learning a language means becoming able to use it to comprehend, communicate, and think—as they do in their first language. Another way of making language instruction relevant and interesting to students is to find out what topics they are studying and draw materials for reading and discussion from those stories. However, reading and discussion do not always have to be about serious issues or academic topics. Students enjoy talking about love, engagement, movies and television programs, vacation plans, famous people, and other popular culture topics.

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When students know that they have some control over what they do in the language classroom, they take ownership as engaged learners. Students learning a language have two kinds of knowledge working for them:  Their knowledge of their first language;  Their awareness of learning strategies, the mechanisms they use, consciously or unconsciously, to manage the absorption of new material. The goal of strategy use is to «affect the learner’s motivational or affective state, or the way in which the learner selects, acquires, organizes, or interacts new knowledge» (Weinstein and Mayer). The language learning strategies (LLS) can help them do this. However, we should notice the differences between LLS and communicative strategies. Communicative strategies are intentionally and consciously used by speakers to cope with the difficulties in communicating in a foreign language. Language learning strategies, on the other hand, are the strategies the learners use to develop their learning strategies, in general, in the target language, and communication strategies are just one type of LLS. Oxford: states that language learning strategies are «especially important for language learning because they are tools for active, selfdirected movement, which is essential for developing communicative competence.» Language learning strategies can be classified according to whether they are cognitive, metacognitive, affective, or social. Six major groups of foreign learning strategies have been identified by Oxford. 1. Cognitive strategies are mental strategies the learner uses to make sense of learning. They enable the learner to manipulate the language material in direct ways. When manipulating cognitive strategies, the learner is involved in practicing, receiving and sending messages, reasoning, analyzing, note-taking, summarizing, synthesizing, outlining, reorganizing information to develop stronger schemas (knowledge structures), practicing in naturalistic settings, and practicing structures and sounds formally. 2. Metacognitive strategies are essential for the leaner to plan, monitor and evaluate learning. They are employed for managing the learning process. Learners are required to centre, arrange, plan and evaluate their learning.

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3. Memory-related strategies are used for storage of information. They help learners link one second or foreign language item or concept with another but do not necessarily involve deep understanding. Learners are to be given the chance for linking mental images, applying images and sounds, reviewing well, and employing action. 4. Compensatory strategies help the learner make up for missing knowledge. Examples of such strategies include guessing from the context in listening and reading, using synonyms and «talking around» the missing word to aid speaking and writing and strictly for speaking, and using gestures or pause words. 5. Affective strategies are concerned with the learner’s emotional needs such as identifying one’s mood and anxiety level, talking about feelings, rewarding oneself for good performance, and using deep breathing or positive self-talk. 6. Social strategies help the learner work with others and understand the target culture. They lead to more interaction with the target language through cooperating with others, empathizing with others, asking questions to get verification, asking for clarification of a confusing point, asking for help in doing a language task, talking with a nativespeaking conversation partner, and exploring cultural and social norms. Teachers who experimented and integrated learning strategies in their teaching are convinced that strategies can be taught through direct instruction and over time students will maintain and transfer them to new tasks when necessary. Research indicates that more successful language learners are aware of the strategies they use and why they use them, that they generally tailor their learning strategies to the language task and to their own personal needs as learners, as well. Ellis and Sinclair (1989) suggest that learners can achieve their goals by focusing their attention on the process (i.e. on how to learn rather than what to learn) so that they can become more effective learners and take on more responsibility for their own learning. The opportunity to continuously investigate learners’ working styles while they are studying offers an ideal setting for investigating important questions about learners’ strategies. Foreign language learners are often unaware of their strategies, so

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teachers have to raise such awareness and teach appropriate strategies taking into account that:  Strategies teaching should start at the beginning levels by providing them in the students’ first language.  Strategies should be integrated within the curriculum rather than taught as separate entity.  Teachers should identify strategies by name, describe them and model them.  Students need to have experience with a variety of strategies to be able to choose the one that works with them well.  In case of failure in language learning, students need to be assured that their failure may not be due to lack of intelligence but to lack in choosing appropriate strategies. Classroom research demonstrates the role of learning strategies in effective language learning: Good learners have confidence in their learning ability; poor learners lack confidence in their learning ability. Good learners expect to succeed, fulfill their expectation, and become more motivated. To teach language learning strategies effectively, instructors should do several things: Be explicit: name the strategy, tell students why and how it will help them, and demonstrate its use. You probably know that even in your own language reading is regarded as important because it can be entertaining and educational, can open up new worlds and enrich your life, and can improve handeye co-ordination and enhance social skills. But for learning a foreign language, in this case English, reading in that language has additional important benefits that can help you learn the language faster and more completely. Reading is an essential skill for language learners. When reading skills improve, listening, speaking and writing skills improve too. Here are some of the specific reasons why English learners are encouraged to read in English:  The constant repetition of words and patterns in reading helps you learn and remember vocabulary and grammar structures.

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Reading helps you become familiar with the rhythm of English. Over time it will start to feel natural and you will notice when a sentence or phrase doesn’t seem right.  Unlike conversation, reading is something you can do on your own.  Reading is not expensive, often free.  Good reading skills can improve your other language skills. You need to learn to read before you can write.  Reading is the best way to learn and remember the proper spelling of words.  Listening as you read along can help you improve your pronunciation skills. Good readers can understand the individual sentences and the organizational structure of a piece of writing. They can comprehend ideas, follow arguments, and detect implications. They know most of the words in the text already, but they can also determine the meaning of many of the unfamiliar words from the context - failing this, they can use their dictionary effectively to do so. In summary, good readers can extract from the writing what is important for the particular task they are employed in. And they can do it quickly! Educational researchers have also found a strong correlation between reading and vocabulary knowledge. In other words, students who have a large vocabulary are usually good readers. This is not very surprising, since the best way to acquire a large vocabulary is to read extensively, and if you read extensively you are likely to be or become a good reader! If you want to improve your English, learn to love reading in English. The best readers often get the best grades, jobs and opportunities. Assignments given after each text help the teacher to monitor students’ comprehension of the message of the story, assess how well the students have accomplished the learning task and how well they have applied the strategies. Some exercises are directing to use imagery to anticipate information to come, to relate situations to the surrounding world, to students or their friends’ experiences, knowledge, beliefs, and feelings.

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Learning to communicate in another language takes a long time. It is one of the most challenging tasks our students are likely to undertake. Improving your English speaking skills will help you communicate more easily and effectively. There are different assessment tools available for teachers that cover the strategies used by students. These tools include observations, interviews, surveys, self-reports, case studies, dialogues, think-aloud techniques, and other measures. Some strategy assessment tools are:  think-aloud - to determine technical aid, clarification and simplification, coherence detection, and monitoring moves,  use three points in time: before, during and after the task, focus on affective side as well as on strategies, The use of appropriate language learning strategies often results in improved proficiency or overall achievement in specific skill area. Discussion Students like free-speaking activities. For instance, if you organize after a content-based lesson, a discussion can be held for various reasons. The students may aim to arrive at a conclusion, share ideas about an event, or find solutions in their discussion groups. Before the discussion, it is essential that the purpose of the discussion activity is set by the teacher. In this way, the discussion points are relevant to this purpose, so that students do not spend their time chatting with each other about irrelevant things. For example, »In your opinion, what kind of people make the best friends?»

1.1. METHODS OF WORKING WITH THE TEACHING APPLIANCE ROLE-PLAYING One other way of getting students to speak is role-playing. Students pretend they are in various social contexts and have a variety of social roles. In role-play activities, the teacher gives information to the learners such as who they are and what they think or feel. Information Gap –In this activity, students are supposed to be working in pairs. One student will have the information that other partner

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does not have and the partners will share their information. Information gap activities serve many purposes such as solving a problem or collecting information. For example, in the story «Going Places» answer the question «How did Kirsty Jones spend her household budget»? Brainstorming – On a given topic, students can produce ideas in a limited time. Depending on the context, either individual or group brainstorming is effective and learners generate ideas quickly and freely. The good characteristic of brainstorming is that the students are not criticized for their ideas so students will be open to sharing new ideas. Describe a friend who is important to you (a friend you have now or a friend from the past). Storytelling – Students can briefly summarize the story they have read for the lesson or another additional story they heard from somebody beforehand, or they may create their own stories to tell their classmates. Interviews – Students can conduct interviews on selected topics with various people. It is a good idea that the teacher provides a rubric to students so that they know what type of questions they can ask or what path to follow, but students should prepare their own interview questions. Reporting – Before coming to class, students are asked to read a newspaper or magazine and, in class, they report to their friends what they find as the most interesting news. Students can also talk about whether they have experienced anything worth telling their friends in their daily lives before class. Oral presentations are a great way for students to practice their English skills. The extra pressure of knowing they’re going to be in front of the classroom provides students with some great extrinsic motivation for staying on task. Conclusion – The ability to communicate in a foreign language clearly and efficiently contributes to the success of the learner and success later in every phase of life. With this aim, various speaking activities such as those listed above can contribute a great deal to students in developing basic interactive skills necessary for life. These activities make students more active in the learning process and at the same time make their learning more meaningful and fun for them.

MURDER IN THE LIBRARY

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The tea shop was fairly busy. «Is anyone sitting here?» the tall attractive woman asked the man at a corner table by the window. «No,» he replied with a smile. She sat down, putting her handbag on her lap, and studied the menu. «A pot of tea please and chocolate cake,» she said when the waitress came up to take her order. She looked out of the window at the people strolling leisurely about in the warm May sunshine. The village clock was striking four. She glanced at the man sitting at her table. He was about her age, late-thirties, dark-haired and had a permanent tan of the well-to-do. Slipping off the jacket of her pale blue linen suit she draped it over the back of her chair and tucked her crisp white blouse into the skirt. She patted her short blond hair into place. There was a steady murmur of polite conversation and the tinkling of teacups, and, what bliss, no piped music. The waitress placed her tea and cake on the table. The man pushed the bowl of sugar over to her. «No thank you,» she said. «I don’t take sugar, but I love chocolate cake.» They both laughed. «I’m Clive Hamilton.» «Susan Williams.» «I don’t think I’ve seen you before,» said Clive, draining his cup. «Do you come from around here?» Susan shook her head. «No. I’ve come down from London, just for the afternoon.» «And what brings you to our fair village?» «Actually I came down to see if Ducketts had any second hand books I wanted to buy.»

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«Oh, do you collect them?» asked Clive. Susan poured the tea. «No, I mean yes. It’s my job. I work for a bookshop in London, Hibberts in Charing Cross Road.» She took a sip. «Mm, lovely and hot. I go around the country seeing what I can buy.» «And did you?» «Did I what?» «Did you buy anything from Ducketts?» His large brown eyes twinkled. «Oh, no, they didn’t have anything we еspecially wanted. Do you work around here?» Clive told her he worked from his house just outside the village, selling this and that. All he really needed was a telephone and fax machine. He lived alone expect for a couple, Mr. and Mrs. Palmer, who ‘did’ for him. Thursday was their day off and Mrs. Palmer always left him something cold for lunch and supper. He made it a habit of coming into the teashop on Thursdays. As he chattered on Susan looked at his handsome face. He talked with confidence, smiling easily. His open necked sports shirt had an expensive cut about it and on his wrist gleamed a gold watch. Susan looked at him admiringly. «And is Mr. Williams in the samebusiness?» Clive was asking, his attention drawn to the wedding ring she kept twisting. «No, we’re divorced.» Susan picked up a fork and toyed with the cake. Clive sat back and looked at her. «You’re a very good looking lady, if I may say so.» Susan smiled modestly. «Thank you.» «Talking of books,» said Clive, «I have a library full ofbooks at home. Came with the territory.» Susan jerked her head up. «Have you?» «Yes, I believe some are first editions. Ducketts often tell me I could be sitting on a gold mine. They want to come up to the house. Probably want a bargain for their shop.» Clive studied her for a minute. «I say, why don’t you come and have a look? I’d be interested to know what they’re worth.» Susan shook her head. « I couldn’t possibly, but thank you very much.»

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«Do come.» Clive’s voice was coaxing. Susan hesitated. «Well, I’m catching the 6.22 back to London, perhaps another time.» «You’ll have plenty of time to catch your train.» Clive pointed out of the window to a gleaming white Rolls Royce parked at the kerb. «My car’s outside and I’ll run you back to the station in good time.» «I’m impressed.» Susan laughed nervously. «All right. Thank you. I’d love to. If you’re sure it’s no trouble.» «No trouble at all.» Clive insisted on paying her bill and they were soon gliding out of the village and purring along country roads. «Don’t look so worried,» Clive chided, «you’re in safe hands.» Susan tried to smile. She got him a sideways glance. «I’m sure I am,» she said, playing with the clasp of her bag. After ten minutes they turned off at a sign marked ‘Private Property’, swept up the drive, pebbles crunching beneath the tyres, and pulled up outside a Georgian-style house. Clive opened the front door and showed her into the large, spacious hall with its gleaming chandelier, plush red carpet and sweeping staircase. He lead her into the library. Susan’s first impression was the smell of leather. The walls were lined with leather bound books. Leather chairs and a leather settee were arranged round the marble fireplace. The handsome writing desk was inlaid with leather. Above the fireplace was a 19th-century painting of a groom holding a horse by its bridle. They both sported a disapproving look. Susan made her way to the French windows at which hung long brocade curtains woven in gold and silver thread. Beyond the windows was a terrace leading on to well laid out grounds. The room faced west and the setting sun of the early evening cast long shadows over the lawn. Some late spring daffodils had already dozed off and the birds were having final day’s squawk. «I’m afraid I can’t offer you more tea,» said Clive opening the cocktail cabinet. «Would you like a drink?» Clive came up to her. Just then a door slammed somewhere in the house. «That’s funny, that was the front door.» Clive frowned and strode out of the room.

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Before long he was back. «That was the Palmers. They were on their way to the pictures, but she forgot her specs so they had to come back. They’ll be off again when she finds them.» «Perhaps I will have that drink after all,» said Susan. She wandered over to one of the book shelves and examined a first edition. «Come and sit here,» said Clive patting the settee. He had set two glasses down on a table. Susan settled herself beside him and took a gulp of whisky. «Why don’t you take off your jacket,» suggested Clive as he gently eased her out of it. Susan took another gulp. She was feeling hot and her crisp white blouse had long since wilted. Putting the glass down, she drew herself to her feet and walked back to the book shelves. She was still gripping her handbag. She looked at the books without seeing them and wondered if she shouldn’t have come, if it wasn’t all a mistake. Susan cleared her throat. «Do they have a car?» «Who?» «The Palmers?» «Heavens yes. I’d never get anyone to stay unless I provided transport.» «Perhaps they could give me a lift to the…» Just then the front door slammed again. The Palmers were off to be entertained. Susan felt frantic. Her feet were like lead. She was breathing heavily. She couldn’t speak and couldn’t move. In a haze she saw Clive coming towards her. He was speaking but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. The shrill ring of the telephone made her jump. Clive snatched up the receiver. «Yes. How much did you get? Clever boy. I’ll be in touch. Bye.» He hung up and turned and faced Susan. «Business is booming, I’m glad to say.» Suddenly Susan calmed down. «What business did you say you were in?» Clive stared at her. «I thought I told you. This and that.» «I know what business you are in. You’re a peddler in human misery and suffering.» «What on earth are you talking about, my dear?» Slowly Susan opened her handbag and drew out a gun. She leveled it at Clive.

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At a stroke his confidence had gone. His face was ashen, his shoulders sagging. «I’m going to kill you,» said Susan. «You killed my daughter and now I’m going to kill you.» She fought back the tears. «Victoria was eighteen, for God’s sake only eighteen. She died from an overdose of heroin.» Susan jerked the gun at Clive. «Heroin she bought from you!» Clive stared at her, frowning. Susan could see he was puzzling it out, their meeting like that. «You see I’ve been down to the village before,» she said «gossiping with the locals, learning your habits. I went to the tea shop last Thursday. I asked someone to point you out.» «You’re mad, quite mad.» Clive’s lips were dry. Susan could smell the fear. «Now be a good girl and give me that..» She pulled the trigger once, twice and he slumped to the floor, dying instantly. Susan dropped her arm and looked at his motionless body. Through a blur of tears she could see Victoria. Victoria when she was learning to walk, staggering all over the carpet like a drunk. ‘Vicky, come to Mummy, darling,’ she had encouraged with her arms open wide. Now she could see Victoria blowing out the candles of her birthday cake and in her first school uniform – the blazer far too big, the sleeves hanging down over her hands. Look, there she is, in the school play and there she is coming last in a race on sports day. Now here she is going out on her first date – she’s so excited – and off to her first job, how thrilled she is to be earning her own money; the first week’s gone on clothes and make-up. Just the three of them, John, Victoria and her. They had called her Victoria because John had proposed on Victoria Station. He used to joke that it was a good job he hadn’t proposed on St. Pancras Station. John would be home from work now, would have read her note. Perhaps it was their fault Victoria took drugs. Perhaps they hadn’t loved her enough or had loved her too much. Why should Victoria have needed drugs anyway? She was such a happy girl, her whole life ahead of her. Now she was gone, gone for good and nothing would ever be the same again. Susan raised her arm, turned the gun towards her and pulled the trigger. (Sandra Golding is identified as the author of this Work).

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2.1. ASSIGNMENTS: Ex. I. Answer the questions. 1. Where did Susan Williams meet Clive Hamilton ? 2. What was Susan William’s job ? 3. What did Clive Hamilton deal with ? 4. What time was she going back to London ? 5. Why did Susan Williams take a gulp of whisky ? 6. Why did Susan level her gun at Clive ? 7. What would you have done if you were in her place ? 8. Do you know anybody who uses drugs ? 9. What should be done to help young people to stop to use drugs ? 10. Describe the last thoughts of Susan. Ex. II. Mark the sentences True ( T) or False ( F) 1. She sat down at a table in the middle of the tea shop. 2. It was evening when Susan Williams entered a fairy busy tea shop. 3. The tea shop was full of people and music was very loud. 4. Clive Hamilton never saw Susan Williams before. 5. Clive Hamilton’s was working in a bookshop. 6. Clive Hamilton’s shirt had an expensive cut. 7. Susan Williams came to that village to buy books. 8. Clive Hamilton’s voice wasn’t coaxing, it was very rude. 9. The furniture in his spacious hall was rather old. 10. Susan Williams was gripping her handbag ready to kill Clive. Ex. III. Fill in pronouns. 1. Jonathan Wild was a thief-taker. promised to find ____stolen goods for____if____paid____ a reward, of course. 2. People came to ___ from all over London. 3. « Can____ get back ____ stolen property?’____ asked. 4. «____’ll leave messages in certain places,»_____ said. 5. « The thieves will leave____ stolen goods where____ can find____»

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6. ____ will leave _____ a reward. Everybody’s happy.» 7. «____are wonderful, Mr. Wild.» 8. « ____ know,’ ______ said. 9. The truth was that Jonathan Wild had organized the robbery in the first place! No wander____ knew how to get the stolen property back. 10. In time every thief in London was working for Wild and every victim in London came to____ for help. (from « The Gorgeous Georgians» by Terry Deary ) Ex. IV. Fill in prepositions. 1. No thief dared to upset Wild because Wild would simply betray the thief____the law. 2. He had 75 criminals convicted and 60____ those were hanged. 3. Wild grew rich and fat.____ 1724 he was ____ complete control____ London crime. 4. But____ the end Wild’s wickedness was uncovered and he was hanged. 5. Thousands Gathered to pelt him____ mud and stones as he was taken____ the gallows. Yet Wild still had some friends left and they did a curious thing. 6.They smuggled his dead body away and buried it____ a secret place____ the dead____ night. 7. The Secret grave was found, now the skeleton____ Wild can still be seen___ the Hunterian Museum____ the Royal College ____ Surgeons. (from « The Gorgeous Georgians» by Terry Deary ) Ex. V. Complete the text with the correct form of the verbs in brackets. 1. Edward Henson____( cry) and the tears spilled into his ale. 2. «You____ (be) pathetic,» the landlord____( say). 3. » You____ (drink).» 4. « I____(be) not, Edward____( argue) but his voice____(slur) and his eyes____ ( roll) in his leather – skinned face. 5. « I____(see) a lot of drunks in my time and I____(tell) you, sailor, you____(drink). 6. You____(do not) even____(know) that you____(cry) into your

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beer, the landlord____(sneer),____(wipe) a greasy hand on his stained apron. 7. The air of the quayside tavern____(be) smoky with the cheap candles and shadows____(hid) the filth on the floor. 8. « I____(be) sad,» Edward____(moan). 9. «You____(get) no more ale in this tavern,» the landlord____(say) firmly. 10.« No! Listen. I____(have) a friend. 11. The best friend a man ever____(have). 12. His name____(be) Geordie. Poor Geordie.» 13. Edward____(take) a deep drink of the clouded drink and____ (wipe) his mouth on the back of his sleeve, then he____(wipe) his nose, then he____( wipe) his eyes. 14. « He ____dead ( be).» (from « The Gorgeous Georgians» by Terry Deary ) Ex. VI. Choose the right answer out of four options. 1. She looked out of the window at the people _____ leisurely about in the warm May sunshine. a) walking b) working c) strolling d) running 2. She_____ at the man sitting at her table. a) checked b) glanced c) studied d) examined 3. There was a steady _____ of polite conversation and the tinkling of teacups, and, what bliss, no piped music. a) whisper b) speak c) meeting d) murmur 4. «I don’t think I’ve seen you before», said Clive, _____ his cup. a) draining b) putting c) removing d) milking 5. She took a _____. « Mm, lovely and hot. I go round the country seeing what I can buy.» a) drop b) taste c) sip d) sipped 6. His large brown eyes _____. a) flashed b) twinkled c) shined d) closed 7. He made it a _____ of coming into the teashop on Thursdays. a) manner b) practice c) rule d) habit 8. As he chattered on Susan looked at his _____. a) attractive b) fine c) handsome d) beautiful

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9. He talked with _____ , smiling easily. a) belief b) courage c) doubt d) confidence 10.His open necked sports shirt had an expensive cut about it and on his wrist _____a gold watch. a) gleam b) sparkle c) glance d) gleamed Ex. VII. Speak on: 1.The problems the youth face in today’s life and the ways to overcome them. 2.The vital role of drug addiction and alcohol consumption in the growing crime rate in general and in juvenile delinquency in particular. Ex. VIII. Self-study work: Make a project what the Government or other Bodies should do to fight with the problem of drugs?

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OUT TO IMPRESS

«Why don’t we have your parents to dinner?» I asked Robert. It was a sunny Sunday morning in early summer and we were feeling too lazy to get up. We’d been back from our honeymoon a week. «Are you sure that’s a good idea?» He frowned. «I mean, can you cook?» «You know perfectly well I can!» I hit him with a pillow. «I’m being serious.» «So am I,» came the quick reply. Robert andI hadn’t known each other long before we got married. I’d only met his mother a few times, but I was sure she didn’t approve of my going out to work after we married. She’d once remarked to me that she’d given up work as soon as she’d become engaged to Robert’s father, and I’d been convinced that this was a veiled hint that I should give up my secretarial job as soon as I married her son. I’d decided that I’d to prove that I could be a proper wife, and still keep working. «What I thought,» I said, as Robert and I snuggled down under the covers, «was that they could come for a meal one evening during the week. We could do the shopping between us, and I’d leave the office on the dot of five-thirty, come home and cook it.» «Well,» Robert said, wrapping his arms around me, «if your mind’s made up, at least let’s have them to dinner on a Saturday or Sunday evening, so that we can have all day to shop and cook.» «But Robert, that’s the whole point.» It was hard to concentrate with my husband nibbling my ear. «I deliberately want to invite them during the week.» I disentangled myself and sat up. «Then your mother might imagine we always eat like that, and that it wouldn’t ever occur to us to buy all that junk and convenience food we fling together, for what we laughingly call the evening meal.»

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The last thing I wanted was his mother offering to dash over every day to cook a ‘proper meal’ while I was out at work! «Marion darling, I love the way you want to impress Mum,» Robert said, sitting up, «but you don’t have to worry. She can see I’m not starving to death.» He lay down again. «Anyway,what about your parents? Shouldn’t we invite them at the same time?» I shook my head. «I’d like to, but you the table only seats four, and even then it’s going to be cramped.» There was no response this time, and when I leaned over Rob, to demand his approval, I saw that he’d dozed off. I wasn’t going to give up, though. «What do your parents like to eat?» I persisted that afternoon when we were reading the Sunday papers. He shrugged. This didn’t seem to be a good moment, either. «I haven’t a clue. Anything.» I jumped up and went into the kitchen, returning with an armful of brand new cookery books – all wedding presents from ‘concerned relatives’ and friends. «How does this sound?» I asked eventually. «Melon to start with, then roast chicken, peas, new potatoes, and for pudding I could rustle up a chocolate mousse.» «That’s rather ambitious, isn’t it?» Robert lowered the Sunday supplement, and a pair of bemused eyes met mine. «When did you last make a mousse?» «Well,» I considered his question carefully, «not for a while. Infact,never. On reflection, let’s have strawberries and cream.» «Wouldn’t it be easier,» Rob suggested, «if I pick up a cooked chicken from the delicatessen down the road, and we can have a packet of frozen peas and those chip things you heat up in the oven? We can open a tin of soup for starters and have ice cream for dessert.» «Robert,» I groaned. «I want to impress your mother, not alienate her.» He does make me cross sometimes. Rob had just landed a good job as a market-maker in the City. There wasn’t much he didn’t know about stocks and shares, and being in his mid-twenties he had a marvelous future ahead of him. We only had a small furnished flat at the moment, but soon we would be able to start house-hunting. So, the battle was won, and I rang Robert’s mother and she said they’d love to join us for dinner that Wednesday evening.

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«But you’re not to go to any trouble,» she said, sounding concerned. «Don’t worry,» I laughed. «It won’t be anything special – just our usual evening meal.» I then phoned my mother, and explained why I was having Rob’s parents to dinner before her and Dad. Proudly, I told her the menu I’d planned for the big event. «Are you sure it’s such a good idea, darling?» my mother asked. I could almost hear her frowning. «I mean,» she continued, «it’s too late now, but wouldn’t it have been better to have had Janice and Keith over on a Saturday or Sunday, then you’d have had plenty of time to prepare everything?» «But that’s the whole point!» I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. «I want Rob’s mother to see I can look after him and have a job at the same time. I mean, I haven’t only married Robert; I’ve married his family as well!» «Hold on a minute, Marion, darling. I’m not trying to force you to change your mind, I only want to make a few suggestions. Now, you know, cooking isn’t one of your strongest points, so perhaps you should cook the chicken the evening before, then serve it cold with a nice salad? «Mum, I’ve just been down that road with Rob. I must be seen to be giving my husband hot, nourishing food,» I said firmly. There was a moment’s silence. «Well,» Mum said, at last, «why don’t I come over on Wednesday and prepare everything and then leave before they arrive?» I nearly fell off my chair. «That’s the last thing I want you to do! I’ve got everything worked out, Mum. I can manage on my own. I’m nearly twenty-one. I mean, I’m a grown-up married woman.» My mother sighed. «You always were an obstinate girl. You get that from your father’s side of the family.» Another victory – well, sort of – and now it was time to attend to practicalities. As Wednesday approached, however, I was overcome by an everincreasing feeling of dread. Monday and Tuesday, I cleaned and polished the flat, and become so pernickety that Rob almost shouted at me. He said he would be glad when Wednesday had come and gone so that he could relax in the evening, or get on with his work without my looking

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put out, and throwing up my arms in horror at his papers scattered all over the place. «When did you say your parents-in-law were coming to dinner?» Josie, the other secretary at work, asked, looking at me innocently as I dropped into my swivel chair on Wednesday morning. Four overfilled carrier bags collapsed round my ankles. «You know jolly well it’s tonight.» I slumped even further under my desk. «I take it you’ve been early morning shopping.» Josie leaned over her desk and eyed my shopping. I nodded. «Freshchicken, fresh peas,new potatoes. Now all I’ve got to do is to belt home at five-thirty, prepare and cook them and look as if the whole thing was an everyday occurrence. The trouble is, I already have a headache with the tension of it all, and it’s only nine-thirty! «No wonder they call it throwing a dinner-party,» I moaned. «I feel like chucking the whole lot out of the window. Wait till you get married; you won’t be smiling when it comes to entertaining your in-laws.» But Josie resuscitated me with a cup of coffee, and somehow I managed to get through the morning. By one o’clock, however, I was in a state yet again. I’d an appointment at the hairdressers, which lasted the whole lunch-hour, but they did actually manage to do something quite pretty with my long fine fair hair. I wanted to be like the women in the shampoo advertisements on TV. The afternoon mercifully passed uneventfully, and at five-thirty precisely I trundled the shopping home on the bus. I had to stand all the way, though, and one jolt shot the potatoes all over the floor, sending everyone diving under the seats to retrieve them. Once home I hurled myself into the preparations. I looked at the clock – six-fifteen. Janice and Keith were due at eight. I shelled the peas and scrubbed the potatoes without peeling them. I got that tip from one of the cookery books. But I didn’t it also say something about adding mint leaves to the cooking water? I looked at the potatoes, which I had set aside in a saucepan, and they looked back at me, cold and alone – yes, they had to have mint! The whole dinner would be ruined if they didn’t have mint! I galloped downstairs, and out of the front door.

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«Mint leaves? No, we don’t have fresh mint,» the boy in the corner shop said. «But you must,» I said, trying not to lose my composure. «Well, we haven’t. What are they for, anyway?» «To put in the cooking water of new potatoes.» I was almost hysterical. «Tell you what, though,» he said, as he retreated behind his counter for safety, «we do a very nice line in parsley.» This calmed me down. «Is parsley all right for boiled potatoes?» «Yes,» he said, venturing out again, but keeping a watchful eye on me. «Here we are. You chop it up and fling it on the potatoes when they’re cooked. Very pretty it looks.» I carried it home clutched in both hands, as if my life depended on it. There wasn’t much left by the time I’d taken the kitchen knife to the exhausted-looking bunch, but at least it was all green. Now what? Should I have a bath, dust the flat, lay the table or put the chicken in the oven? Just as I was about to make this monumental decision, Rob came home. He dumped the melon and strawberries he’d bought on the kitchen table, then flopped down in an armchair in the living room and opened the evening paper. «Robert,» I said icily, the colour rising in my face, «for goodness sake, you can’t sit down!» «Darling,» Rob said, as he loosened his tie and made himself comfortable, «just give me two minutes to read the paper. There was such a crush on the Tube I had to strap-hang all the way. Have you any idea what it’s like having to stand on London Transport with a load of shopping?» He turned to the City page. «As a matter of fact,» I started to inform him indignantly, «I’ve been through it myself.» But I could see it was no good – I was wasting my breath. I glared at him, or more precisely at the paper in front of his face, and retreated to the kitchen, muttering. I popped the chicken in the oven and then managed to make melon balls with a small gadget I’d bought the day before. I yanked the stalks off the strawberries, which hadn’t had a happy journey home, and gave them a hasty wipe. When I walked back into the living room Rob was still deep in his

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paper. Devastated by his unshakable calm, I stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door. «Darling,» Rob said, rushing in after me, his voice soft and tender, «don’t be upset.» He drew me into his arms. «It’s just that I do so want this evening to be a success,» I mumbled into his shoulder. «And it will be. Now, can I go back to my paper for ten seconds, please?» Robert sounded more like a small boy, asking if he could play with his friends a little longer. «Sorry, darling. Of course you can,» I said, relenting. I was beginning to feel guilty about being such a dragon. I don’t know why it is, but Rob has a habit of making me feel guilty, even when I’m right – especially when I’m right. I heaved myself off the bed, gave the flat a quick flick with a duster, and then went and had a bath. Then I did my face and put on my favourite dress. I surveyed myself in the mirror. My hair, beautifully done that day, had reverted to its usual take-me-or-leave-me style, and was it any wonder? Robert was ominously quiet. I peered into the living room. He still had his head buried in the paper, but now there was a glass of beer on the table next to him. Thunderstruck, I raced over to the table and snatched the glass up. I was horrified to see the glass had left a ring on the shiny surface. «I’ve already polished this table,» I raged. «Look what you’ve done. Why couldn’t you have used one of those little mats?» I ran into the kitchen and tin of furniture polish and duster in hand, I returned and attacked the offending mark. «Marion, I’m really sorry.» Rob took the polish and duster from my hands, and dropped them on the floor. «What do you want me to do? I’m all yours.» He pulled me onto his lap and pushed straying strands of hair behind my ear. I looked into Rob’s large brown eyes, this time convinced I had no reason to feel foolish. «Well,» I said, as I got up and tugged him by the hand, «let’s start by laying the table.»

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We pulled the table away from the wall and lifted the flaps. We spread out the lace tablecloth and matching napkins that Rob’s parents had given us as a wedding present, and the wine glasses they had given us when we’d announced our engagement. It was only ten to eight, and I looked at Rob in triumph. «We really must give dinner parties more often,» I enthused. «The table looks wonderful. Let’s put the melon out. I forgot to baste the chicken but that doesn’t matter. I’ll do it now.» I skippedinto the kitchen, humming cheerfully to the tune of ‘Hey, good looking, what you got cooking..’ My hand froze on its way to the oven door. Something was dreadfully wrong. «When Mum roasts the Sunday joint,» I said slowly to Rob, «there’s always a lot of activity coming from oven.» «Activity. What sort of activity?» «You know, heat, and the sound of sizzling.» We stared at the cooker. It was cold and silent. Horrified we looked at each other and, with a feeling of doom, I opened the oven door a crack and peeked inside. The chicken was sitting with its rashers of bacon and knobs of butter planked on top, just as I had left it. I had forgotten to turn the oven on! I stood rooted to the spot, blinking in disbelief. I wanted my mother! I was led away from the scene of the crime in tears. «Marion,» Rob said sympathetically, putting an arm round my waist, «don’t cry. It could have happened to anyone.» «No, it couldn’t,» I sobbed. «All I wanted to do was show your mother how well I could manage.» «Darling, she knows you can. But, this time we’ll just have to take them out to eat.» «There’s this girl at the office,» I said, making good use of the handkerchief Rob had pushed into my hand, «who got married, and her mother-in-law thought this girl should give up work, and she didn’t, and the mother-in-law kept on about how her son wasn’t getting his vitamins.» «And what happens now?» Rob looked decidedly amused. «What happens, is that the mother keeps going round to their place with food parcels. The point is,» I added with a gulp, «he’s an only child, like you. His mother dotes on him, and spoils him rotten, too!»

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Robert burst out laughing, much to any annoyance. He was in the process of giving me a massive bearhug to placate me, when the phone rang. I hoped it was my mother. «Hello?»«Hello, Marion, it’s Janice.» «It’s your mother!» I whispered to Rob, my voice husky with amazement. «Hello, Janice.» «Marion, dear, do you mind awfully if we don’t come tonight?» Foolishly I shook my head. «It’s just that Keith has one of his dreadful colds,» she continued, without waiting for a reply. «I know it’s short notice. We did get as far as the car, but Keith started sneezing and shivering, and I think it best he looks after himself.» «I’m really sorry you can’t come.» I tried not to sound thrilled to bits – it wasn’t easy, though. «I hope Keith’s cold gets better soon.» «Now, you haven’t gone to any trouble, have you? Just say so, and we’ll come right over.» «No, no,» I said hastily, «no trouble at all. It’s just our usual evening meal, only more of it.» «That’s what I thought. I do envy you young girls today,» Janice confided. «It was the done thing in my day for the girl to give up work once she got married. I think I told you when I engaged to Keith I gave up a good job. Almost from the day I married him I was tied to the kitchen sink, cooking meat and two veg, day in, day out..» I made sympathetic noises. «Of course,» Janice continued, «when babies come along it’s different.» She lowered her voice. «But between you and me I’ve always resented all those years I stayed at home before Robert was born. You’ve got much more sense.» When I put down the phone Rob was looking at me with a bewildered expression on his face. «What did Mum have to say that called for all those touching sighs?» «Oh, nothing much,» I said, grinning broadly. «Just that – amazingly – she wished she’d been allowed to be a modern woman, too!» ( Sandra Golding is identified as the author of this Work)

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3.1. ASSIGNMENTS: Ex. I. Answer the questions. 1. Had Robert and Marion known each other for a long time? 2. What was Marion sure about the thoughts of Robert’s mother? 3. Why did Robert suggest Marion to invite his parents on Sunday? 4. Why did Marion deliberately want to invite his parents during the week days? 5. Where did they take new cookery books? 6. Did Robert know anything about stocks and shares in his twenties? 7. Why did Marion have a headache the next morning when it was only nine-thirty? 8. How did Rob feel himself after having to strap-hang all the way with a load of shopping on the Tube? 9. Do you believe that her father – in- law really had one of his dreadful colds with lots of sneezing and shivering? 10.Was Robert impressed by her reply and arrangements for the dinner? Ex. II. Mark the sentence T (True) or False (False). 1. Marion nearly fell into her chair she got to know that her mother would come that day too. 2. Marion cleaned the flat the whole week. 3. She had an appointment at the hairdressers which lasted the whole lunch-hour. 4. Marion bought a bunch of mint leaves to put in the cooking water of new potatoes. 5. Rob bought fresh chicken, fresh peas, new potatoes. 6. Rob was deep in his paper almost all the evening. 7. Marion had forgotten to turn the oven on that evening. 8. Rob’s mother didn’t give up her good job when she got engaged to Keith. Ex. III. Give the opposites. 1. sunny

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2. lazy 3. serious 4. approve 5. hard 6. convenience 7. impressive 8. worry 9. better 10. fresh Ex. IV. Find grammar mistakes and correct the sentences. 1. Why don’t we had your parents to dinner ?» 2. I’d decide that I’d prove that I could be a proper wife, and still keep work. 3. « Marion darling, I love the way you want impress Mum,» Robert said. 4. That rather ambitious, isn’t it?» 5. The battle was won, and I rang Robert’s mother and she said they would love to join us for dinner. 6. I then phoned my mother, and explained why I have Rob’s parents to dinner before her and Dad. 7. I tried to keep the irritation from my voice. 8. Must I have a bath, dust the flat, lay the table or put the chicken in the oven? I was about to make this monumental decision. Ex. V. Match the halves of the sentences. 1. « Melon to start with, then roast chicken, a) trundled the shopping home on the peas, new potatoes, bus. 2. Rob had just landed a good job as a b) then, you’d have had plenty of market-maker time to prepare everything. 3. It would have been better to have had c) and then went and had a bath. Janice and Keith over on Saturday or Sunday, 4.« I want Rob’s mother to see I can look d) and dropped them on the floor. after him and have a job at the same time. I mean, I haven’t only married Robert; 5.« You always were an obstinate girl.

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e) and for pudding I could rustle up . You get that a chocolate mousse». 11. At five-thirty precisely I f) from your father’s side of the family. 12. I heaved myself off the bed, gave the flatquick flick with a duster, g) in the City. 13. Rob took the polish and duster from my h) I’ve married his family as well !’ hands. Ex. VI. Complete the sentences with the proper article. It was ___ sunny Sunday morning in early summer and we were feeling too lazy to get up. I’d only met his mother ___ few times, but I was sure she didn’t approve of my going out to work after we married. I deliberately want to invite them during ___ week. ___ last thing I wanted was his mother offering to dash over every day to cook ___ ‘ proper meal’ while I was out at work. «We really must give dinner parties more often. ___ table looks wonderful». There is always ____ lot of activity coming from ___ oven. « Marion,» Rob said sympathetically, putting ___ arm round my waist, « don’t cry». The point is, « I added with ___ gulp,» he’s ___ only child, like you. When I put down ___ phone Rob was looking at me with ___ bewildered expression on his face. She wished she’d been allowed to be ___ modern woman, too. 1. Ex. VII. Choose the word that is different. 2. parent - parenthesis - father - mother 3. frown - disapprove - smile - dislike 4. on the dot - exactly - precisely - late 5. concerned - interested - detached - involved 6. cooked chicken - I groaned - landed a good job - I explained 7. rush - accelerate - fly - delay 8. asking - relenting - beginning - darling 9. glass - hair - ear - hand 10. got up - got to - got by - got down 11. sob - laugh - cry - weep

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From the balcony of our hotel bedroom I watched my husband swim back and forth in the pool below. Although it was still early morning the sun was already hot and the Mediterranean glittered like a mass of sequins. I sat down under the sunshade and sipped my breakfast orange juice. I was so happy. Who would have thought a few months ago I would be on my honeymoon? I looked over to where the clear blue sky met the sun-drenched cliffs on a far horizon. A far horizon. That was what Mark said on the day we first met. It had been a warm Saturday morning in May. I dropped Amy, my daughter, off at my sister’s and gone on to the local supermarket in the north London suburb where we lived. As I reached for the sugar perched high on a shelf, a voice behind me said: «Can I get that for you?» And a long arm stretched above me, a firm hand grasping the packet. I turned round to see this good looking man. Everything about him was chiseled. His fair hair,his nose, his chin. He looked as he had just stepped out of one of those TV commercials. Of course I just had to be wearing my faded jeans and T-shirt. This sophisticated ensemble was topped off by a pair of tennis shoes. We eyed the contents of each other’s wire basket and burst out laughing. «I find other people’s shopping interesting, don’t you?» he remarked, revealing a set of perfect teeth. I nodded in agreement. «Have you noticed how some people have a load of fruit and veg piled in with junk food?» He then invited me to join him for a milkshake in the café opposite the supermarket. «I don’t usually have milkshakes with strangers», I said as, casually,

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I tucked in a strand of hair that had escaped from the elastic band tying in back. «Mark Ashton». «Kirsty Jones.» Sucking our milkshakes through straws like a couple of kids, Mark told me he worked for an advertising agency but wanted to start up on his own. «You see, Kirsty», he said, «there’s a far horizon I’m aiming at». The muscles round his eyes tightened fractionally with determination. «On that horizon I can see my agency in five years’ time. It won’t be big, it’ll be mega big. I’ve got some smart money prepared to back me». «Isn’t that rather ambitious?» I queried. «I thought companies were going bust.» «You’re right there. But this economic climate won’t last forever. And when things start to move again, I’ll be all set up.» I cleared my throat. «Doesn’t your wife usually do the shopping.» «She did when we were married.» Mark threw up his hands in mock despair. «Now I have to fend for myself.» «Oh.» I gave the straw another suck. «And what about you?» He sat back and raised a chiseled eyebrow. «I’m divorced too. My sister, Jane, says divorce is reaching epidemic proportions. She’s very wary of getting married.» Mark said the worst part of his divorce was that he only got to see his two children occasionally as they lived with their mother. «I’ve got Amy,» I told him. «She’s twelve and lives with me.» «My two horrors are twelve and fourteen.» Mark’s eyes shone with pride. «A boy and a girl. I’m sure they’d love to meet Amy. I think everyone should have a clear picture of where they’ll be in five years,» Mark was saying. He chased the last of his drink round the glass with his straw. «What’s your five year plan?» I nearly choked. A five year plan? Half an hour ago I was agonizing over what to buy Amy and me for supper. I seemed to lurch from one twenty four hours to the next, trying to get my act together. «I’m not sure I have a five year plan,» I said. «Luckily I don’t have any hassle with my ex over money so I can stay at home.» I shrugged. «I just take each day as it comes.»

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Mark picked up the menu. «Why don’t we stay and have a spot of lunch?» «No thank you. I can’t stay.» I started to get up. «Thank you for the drink. I’ve got to pick up my Amy, she’s spending the morning with Jane. Is that the time? Amy and I are playing cricket this afternoon with the people next door. We couldn’t possibly be late for that.» I gathered up my shopping. Mark caught my wrist. «What’s your phone number?» I stayed at Jane’s long enough to inform her I’d picked up a man at the shops. Amy jumped out of the car when we got home and ran ahead of me up the garden path. «What are doing, Brian?» she called to our next door neighbour who was mowing his lawn. Brian straightened up. He made his way over to the little flower bed dividing our two properties. «I’m cutting the grass, Amy,» he said smiling at her. «Doesn’t it smell lovely?» Amy took a deep breath and nodded enthusiastically. «Mm it smells like sunshine.» «Don’t forget, ladies, you’re playing cricket with Adam and me this afternoon. Adam’s been practicing hard, so I’m afraid you’ve no chance.» «Well,» I laughed, gently pulling Amy’s thumb out of her mouth, «we’ve been polishing up on our bowling, so look out.» Brian and Adam, his seven year old son, had moved in a couple of months ago. Another single parent and child in search of a family. Mark phoned the next morning. He was just off to collect his children for a day in the country and wondered if Amy and I would like to join them. I quickly said we were already doing something else, but accepted when he suggested he and I had dinner together the following Saturday. «Have you told Mark about Amy?» Jane asked on Saturday evening. She was sitting on my bed as I was getting ready. «That’s she mentally handicapped? No.» «Well, he’s certainly going to get a surprise when he receives the usual inquisitive welcome.» Jane toyed with the duvet. I hesitated. «I’m not going to introduce her. Not tonight.»

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«Kirsty! How can you deny your own daughter!» «I resent that, Jane! That’s an awful thing to say.» I stopped surveying myself in the mirror and spun round. «What do you know about it? I mean, what could you possibly know? Do you remember what’s his name? Alan?» The words caught in my throat. «I was dead keen on him. As soon as he met Amy he was off?» I threw my arm out towards the window, in the direction of the street down which Alan had moved like greased lightning. «He ran so fast his feet never touched the ground. Even her own father left home when she as two,» I added bitterly. «I’m sorry Kirsty,» said my sister, «I was shouldn’t have said what I did. You like Mark a lot, don’t you?» I nodded. I sprayed myself liberally with the perfume I kept for special occasions. All I wanted was to get dressed up, go out and enjoy myself. That wasn’t a crime was it? All the same Jane’s words had a horrible ring of truth about them, and it was with a feeling of guilt that I hurried Mark out of the house as soon as he arrived to collect me. Mark and I went out a lot over the next few weeks. We had fallen in love. «You’re not ashamed of me, are you?» he teased one evening when we were having dinner in our favourite restaurant. I shot him a look. «What do you mean?» «Well, you haven’t introduced me to your daughter yet.» Mark, and the waiter hovering over us, waited expectantly. I laughed Mark’s question off with some excuse which didn’t seem to satisfy either him or the waiter, who went off in a huff. «Let’s have some champagne,» said Mark. I stared at him in amazement. «What are we celebrating?» «Us! Darling Kirsty, I love you, I need you. Will you marry me?» «Congratulations,» said Jane, when I told her Mark and I were engaged. He had just dropped me off. «I’m so glad you told him about Amy.» She studied my face. «Oh, Kirsty, you did tell him, didn’t you?» I sat down and buried my head in my hands. «No,» I groaned miserably. «Well, you’re just going to have tell him now,» insisted Jane.

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I looked at my sister’s kind, concerned face. She was younger than me and I had come to depend on her. Working from home she would drop everything and come dashing over in moments of crises. Even though Amy went to her special day school and a respite centre on some weekends so that I could have a rest, there were still times when I got to breaking point. These past weeks, when I had been going out with Mark, Jane had spent more time at house than her flat. «Mark should be home by now.» I reached for the phone and dialed his number. «Hello, Mark. You haven’t met Amy yet, have you?» Why don’t you come over on Sunday?» «We’re having a visitor for a tea this afternoon,» I informed Amy after lunch that Sunday. «Let me look at you.» I tucked her shirt into her trousers and tidied her fringe. «You’ll do.» I pulled her to me and kissed the top of her head. «Love you, Mummy.» Amy wrapped her arms round my waist and looked up at me with the loving, trusting look. «And I love you too, darling.» A lump rose in my throat as she kissed me. «Come on,» I said, «let’s watch the television until Mark comes. Those cartoons we like are on.» Amy took up her usual crossed legged position on the floor in front of the set. I roamed the room, adjusting the ornaments and rearranging the flowers. I couldn’t lose Mark, I just couldn’t. As it was I felt I wasn’t good enough for him. His world was a million miles from mine. I’d met those hot-shot friends of his in advertising at a party he took me to. They lived in the fast lane, those splendid people with their dazzling conversation. Fat, thin, tall, short, their very self-confidence made them attractive. I was hard pressed to think of a single original thing to say. I had given a glazed smile and nodded in agreement at whatever they said. There was nothing I could contribute to the conversation. I was hardly going to enthrall them by telling about the little tantrum Amy had thrown with her cornflakes that morning. At the sound of the front door bell, Amy leapt to her feet and flew into the hall. I rushed after her. She flung open the door.

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«I’m Amy. What’s your name?» Mark met this question with a stunned silence. I took her by the hand and lead her back to the television. With my heart thumping I returned to Mark who was standing in the hall. «Why didn’t you tell me?» he asked quietly. «Well, it doesn’t make any difference does it?» «You seem to think it does.» I didn’t answer. Mark turned and opened the front door. «Mark, don’t go. I love you.» I reached out and clutched his sleeve. «I know it’s a lot to ask of anyone, taking on someone else’s mentally handicapped child. I should have told you. I’m sorry. But once you get to know Amy, you’ll love her, you will.» My gripped tightened on his sleeve. «She’s got lots of charm. It’s true she has learning difficulties, but she’s going places, Mark. She’s has a long way to go, of course, but…» I could see it was no use, his eyes were like ice and my hand dropped to my side. Mark strode down the garden path, got into his car and drove down the road and out of my life. Just as I was closing the front door Brian and Adam were leaving for the zoo. Brian asked if Amy and I would like to go along, and, fighting back the tears, I was only too glad to accept. But now I could smile. Here I was on my honeymoon. My thoughts were interrupted by the hot Mediterranean sun creeping up the balcony. I stood up and waved to my husband as he got out of the pool. Mark waved back, picked up his towel and gesticulated that he was on his way up. I can see him now, waiting at the front door when we returned from the zoo. «Hello Amy, I’m Mark. I hear you’re going places.» With the three of us sitting round the kitchen table, Mark explained why had gone off so angrily. It was because he was furious with me for not having the confidence to tell him about Amy. He had wanted to cool off. Didn’t I know how much he loved me? And he told Amy all about the ready-made brother and sister she was going to have. My sister and Brian are looking after Amy while Mark and I are on

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4.1. ASSIGNMENTS Ex. 1. Answer the questions: 1. How did Kirsty Jones and Mark Ashton meet each other for the first time? 2. How was Kirsty dressed the day when she saw Mark for the first time? 3. How do most of the people make purchases in supermarkets? 4. What is a far horizon Mark is aiming at? 5. Why Jane is wary of getting married? 6. Why was Kirsty agonizing over what to buy for Amy and her? 7. Who was Brain? 8. How were the relations between Kirsty and Mark going on? 9. How did Kirsty introduce her daughter to Mark? 10. What about Jane who was looking after Amy during Kirsty’s honeymoon? Ex. II.Fill in the gaps with appropriate words given below. Choose the right word among four options: 1. Although it was still early morning the sun was already hot and the Mediterranean_____ like a mass of sequins. a. showed b. glittered c. displayed d. was dark 2. I _____Amy, my daughter, off at my sister’s and gone on to the local supermarket in the north London suburb where we lived. a. abandoned b. left c. dropped d. deserted 3. «Can I get that for you?». And a long arm stretched above me, a firm hand _____ the packet. a. purchasing b. avoiding c. releasing d. grasping 4. This_____ ensemble was topped off by a pair of tennis shoes. a. naïve b. sophisticated c. cultured d. unrefined 5. «I find other people’s shopping interesting, don’t you?» he remarked,_____ a set of perfect teeth.

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a. revealing b. concealing c. hiding d. suppressing 6. «Have you noticed how some people have a load of fruit and veg piled in with _____ food?» a. rubbish b. trash c. junk d. wreck 7. I stayed at Jane’s long enough to inform her I’d_____ up a man at the shops. a. spoke b. talked c. picked d. hunted 8. Mark, and the waiter_____ over us, waited expectantly. a. resting b. settling c. waiting d. hovering 9. I_____ the room, adjusting the ornaments and rearranging the flowers. a. roamed b. travelled c. rushed d. strolled 10. She’s got lots of _____. a. displease b. irritation c. charm d. offend Ex. III.Put modals can, have, should in the right tense form. 1. Of course I just_____ to be wearing my faded jeans and T-shirt. 2. On that horizon I_____ see my agency in five years’ time. 3. I think everyone _____ have a clear picture of where they’ll be in five years,» Mark was saying. 4. We_____ not possibly be late for that.» 5. «Kirsty! How_____ you deny your own daughter?!» 6. «Mark_____ be home by now.» 7. «I’m sorry Kirsty,» said my sister, «I was_____ not have said what I did. You 8. I _____ not lose Mark, I just couldn’t. 9. I _____ have told you. I’m sorry. 10. But now I_____ smile. Here I was on my honeymoon. Ex. IV. Insert get, make, see in the right tense form. 1. «On that horizon I can see my agency in five years’ time. It won’t be big, it’ll be mega big. I’ve_____ some smart money prepared to back me». 2. Mark said the worst part of his divorce was that he only_____ to see his two children occasionally as they lived with their mother. 3. «Thank you for the drink. I’ve_____ to pick up my Amy, she’s spending the morning with Jane.

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4.He_____ his way over to the little flower bed dividing our two properties. 5.«Well, he’s certainly going to____a surprise when he receives the usual inquisitive welcome.» 6.All I wanted was to _____ dressed up, go out and enjoy myself. That wasn’t a crime was it? 7.Even though Amy went to her special day school and a respite centre on some weekends so that I could have a rest, there were still times when I_____to breaking point. 8.Fat, thin, tall, short, their very self-confidence_____them attractive. 9.But once you_____to know Amy, you’ll love her, you will.» 10.I mention it? Jane and Brian_____ married last month. Ex. V. Translate the following sentences. 1. And when things start to move again, I’ll be all set up.» 2. Now I have to fend for myself. 3.My two horrors are twelve and fourteen. 4.I nearly choked. A five year plan? 5.I just take each day as it comes.» 6.I was dead keen on him. As soon as he met Amy he was off?» 7.I shot him a look. «What do you mean?» 8.Mark, and the waiter hovering over us, waited expectantly. 9.I sat down and buried my head in my hands. «No,» I groaned miserably. 10.She’s going places, Mark. She’s has a long way to go, of course, but…» Ex. VI. Make up a dialogue between Mark and Kirsty. Ex. VII. Write a message to a person you’ve met not long ago, invite him/her somewhere. Ex. VIII. Crossword “Going Places”

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THE LETTER

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«Come in, Mandy, my love.» Gordon led me into the living room. A cocker spaniel bound over and jumped up at me as if greeting an old friend. I gave it a pat. «Get down, boy.» Gordon gently pushed the dog away. «I hope you don’t mind coming to pick me up. I’ve told my sister this is the last time she dumps Pip on me while she takes her brood on a bucket and spade holiday.» But the fondness in his voice and twinkle in his eye belied his words. I glanced round the room. There were photographs and silver trophies everywhere and books and papers scattered all over the place. «Sorry about the mess.» Gordon hastily gathered up the books and papers from the chairs and dropped them in a corner. «My brother’s camping here whilst he sorts out a messy divorce. He’s up north on business for a few days at the moment, thank goodness.» As Gordon poured us a drink I wandered over to the window and looked down onto one of those fashionable London garden squares, with cherry blossom trees in full bloom. People sat or strolled about in the warm evening air and children cycled and chased each other with the energy of the young. «You have a lovely flat,» I said as Gordon handed me a drink. We looked at the scene below and turned and looked at each other. He bent his dark head and kissed me. Our first kiss. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. In a flash I could see us getting engaged, the wedding, the country cottage with the white wicket gate and two children, one of each of course. I drew back and took a sip of gin and tonic, «You’re a very pretty girl, Mandy.» Gordon’s voice was low and sexy. «As soon as I saw you at the club I wanted to get to know you.» «Did you?» I tried to keep the thrill out of my voice.

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«Look, I’m starving,» he said. «Give me a couple of minutes to change. Pip and I have only just got back from the office. If you don’t mind, I’ll take my drink with me.» Whilst Gordon changed I took a closer look at the silver trophies. They were all engraved with the names Jeffrey and Gordon Kirby and were for doubles winning tennis tournaments. The photographs were of Gordon and another man smiling broadly being presented with a trophy. «I see you’ve noticed the old snapshot,» said Gordon, reappearing, «I didn’t realize you were such a good player,» I replied. «Is that your brother?» «Yes. That picture’s well over ten years old. We don’t play like that now. We don’t look like that now. Now our hair’s thinner and our middles are thicker.» He laughed at his own joke, which endeared me to him even more. Gordon slipped his arm round my waist and kissed me. «I’ve booked a table at the Chinese restaurant round the corner for dinner. I know it’s not the most romantic of places but Pip doesn’t like being left on his own for long. You do like Chinese, don’t you?» «I love it.» I didn’t care where we ate. Dinner at a hot-dog stand with Gordon would have won hands-down over dinner at the Ritz with anyone else. «Won’t be a jiffy,» said Gordon. «Now, where did I leave my brief-case?» Snatching it up from behind a chair he darted back to the bedroom. A silver cup standing proudly in the middle of a table in the corner of the room caught my attention. As I bent to take a closer look at the inscription my glance was drawn to ‘a pink envelope and matching sheet of paper carelessly flung on top of a heap of post. ‘Mr. G. Kirby’ and the address were written in large flowery letters on the envelope. My eyes darted to the letter. Although it was upside down, by turning my head almost off my shoulders, I could just about read it. ‘My darling,’ it began. With alarm bells ringing I skimmed down the letter without reading it, in search of the signature. I soon found what I was looking for. It was signed’ Fiona’. Fiona. I’d never liked the name. It conjured up a latter day Sloane Ranger, yuppie type, with wall to wall silk scarves.

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In a blur of jealousy, hatred and shock, and without a shred of guilt, I started reading the letter. ‘My darling, I’m writing this at 2 a.m. You have just left and I want you to know what this weekend has meant to me. You tell me you love me…’ I dragged my eyes off the page and back to the envelope. It was postmarked the 4th. That was Monday. That was yesterday! «Mandy! I’ll be two seconds,» Gordon called. I leapt back from the table in fright and sat down heavily on the sofa. Pip jumped off the armchair where he’d been snoozing and padded over to me, wagging his tail. Sympathetically he rested his head on my lap and gazed up at me. We looked at each other mournfully. ; «Oh, Pip,» I sighed, stroking the top of his silky head. «Sorry to have kept you waiting,» said Gordon returning. I tried to compose my features, to erase the shock on my face. He looked good in his navy blazer with brass buttons and beige slacks. Even more so, now I knew he belonged to somebody else. «Come on Pip, your supper’s in the kitchen.» Gordon held the living room door open and Pip trotted off to dine. Gordon came up to me, a smile on his face. I stiffened. I was now seeing him in a new light. His eyebrows shot up quizzically. «I am rather hungry,» I said curtly as I turned away and made for the door. The Chinese restaurant was packed. Gordon oozed charm everywhere, calling the waiters by their first name and exchanging greetings with one or two of the other diners. I hadn’t known Gordon long. Heather, a friend, had dragged me along to her tennis club one evening after work last week. Our game over, we flopped down in the club room for a lemonade and Gordon sauntered over and said hello to Heather. She introduced us. I liked the way he laughed easily and his relaxed manner. I suppose it was love at first sight. For me at any rate. He asked me out for tonight, so here 1 was. I now looked at Gordon across the table. He was expertly picking up the food with his chopsticks while I was struggling with mine. I had lost my appetite anyway. It hadn’t occurred to me there was

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anyone in his life. Why this hadn’t occurred to me I don’t know. All I knew from Heather was that he was a solicitor, divorced and had one child who lived with his ex-wife and her new husband. «Look, you do it like this.» Gordon leaned across the table and put his fingers round mine. «I think I’ll use a knife and fork, if you don’t mind,» I muttered. «Is anything the matter, Mandy?» His intent look made me blush. «If I’ve done or said anything to upset you, please let me know.» I looked at his kind, gentle face and resisted the impulse to tell him I’d seen the letter, to ask who Fiona was. Anyway, I could hardly own up to snooping. How could I confess that I’d scrutinised his mail, and a love letter at that? «I’m sorry Gordon. I’m afraid I’m not very good company tonight. I’ve had a frantically busy day. Advertising agencies aren’t the quietest places in the world to work in. The only slogan I could come up with was, ‘Fudge O’Pudding will seal a meal’. Not very original is it?» «Let’s have coffee back at my place,» suggested Gordon, «it’ll help you unwind.» I gave this invitation careful consideration. Well, why not? I’d left my car parked outside his block. And it would be the last time I’d see him. If he wanted to juggle two balls in the air at once, well that was his business. But I couldn’t possibly be one of those balls. I gave a pathetic little nod. «Coffee at the flat would be lovely.» Pip gave Gordon an ecstatic welcome home. I’m going to have to take him for a quick walk round the block,» said Gordon. «Would you like to come?» I shook my head. «Help yourself to coffee; it’s in the percolator in the kitchen.» As soon as they’d gone out I shot over to the letter and snatched it up. ‘My darling, I’m writing this at 2 a.m. You have just left and I want you to know what this weekend has meant to me. You tell me you love me. But did I tell, you, Geoffrey how much I love you?’ Geoffrey? Jeffrey! Oh thank heaven! What joy! What bliss! The letter wasn’t for Gordon at all. It was for his brother, Jeffrey, and Fiona couldn’t have known which way he spelt his name. Of course, as the

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envelope was addressed to Mr. G. Kirby, Gordon must have thought it was for him and opened it. I’ve always liked the name Fiona - such a pretty name. On hearing the key in the front door I flew into the hall and flung my arms round Gordon’s neck and kissed him. He held me at arm’s length, a look of astonishment on his face. «You’re a funny girl, Mandy,» he whispered as he pulled me close. «Weil,» I replied, melting into his arms, «you said the coffee would help me unwind.» ( Sandra Golding is identified as the author of this Work)

5.1. ASSIGNMENTS : Ex. I. Answer the questions : 1. What did Mandy see when Gordon led her into the living room ? 2. Why was Jeffrey camping in Gordon’s flat ? 3. How did London garden squares look like that time? 4. What did Mandy dream about during their first kiss? 5. What thing in the middle of the table caught her attention ? 6. How did Mandy feel herself while reading the letter? 7. What would you have done that moment if you were in her place? 8. What did Gordon wear? 9. Why was Mandy upset in the packed Chinese restaurant? 10. Why did Mandy fling her arms round Gordon’s neck and kiss him? Ex. II. Match the word combinations: 1. givesmb./smth. a pat a) drink very slowly 2. fondness in his voice b) brightness in his eyes 3. twinkle in his eyes c) sudden jump 4. in a flash d) touch smb./smth. gently 5. take a sip e) reminded the last day 6. skim the letter f) say rather rude 7. conjured up a latter day g) pull smth. with force

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Ex. III. Find equivalents to the following word combinations in the text: 1. don’t give it a second thought 2. look rapidly around 3. popular with the people 4. sudden quick movement of 5. went out very quickly 6. be crowded 7. entered the place for serving 8. like the manner or method 9. choose what to eat 10.close examination of the post Ex. IV. Give the counterparts for the pieces from the text : 1. scattered all over the place 2. he sorts out a messy divorce 3. in full bloom 4. cycled and chased each other 5. he bent his dark head 6. at a hot-dog stand 7. flung on a top of a heap of post 8. love at first sight 9. a frantically busy day Ex. V. You have several words in the text that show to the «movement», +find and comment them . Ex. VI. Choose the word that is different. 1.love - adore - dislike - like 2. lead - conduct - escort - leader 3. hope - enjoy - suggest - finish 4. below - down - lower - lesser

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5. getting engaged - all engraved - being presented - which endeared 6. caught - bent - drawn - conjured 7. ringing - turning - looking - meaning 8. compose - build - construct - upset 9. curtly - sharply - shortly - healthy Ex. VII. Put the sentences in the right order. a) I flew into the hall and flung my arms round Gordon’s neck and kissed him. b) My eyes darted to the letter. c) I dragged my eyes off the page and back to the envelope. It was postmarked the 4th. That was yesterday! d) Gordon leaned across the table and put his fingers round mine. e) He held me at arm’s length, a look of astonishment on his face. f) Gordon slipped his arm round my waist and kissed me. g) As I bent to take a closer look at the inscription my glance was drawn to a pink envelope and a matching sheet of paper carelessly flung on the top of a heap of post. h) « Mr. G. Kirby» and his address were written in large flowery letters on the envelope. j) I suppose it was love at first sight. k) « You tell me you live me». Ex. VIII. Open the brackets and use Gerund or Participles. 1. In a flash I could see us _____ ( get engage). 2. Trophies were for _____ (win) doubles tennis tournaments. 3. « I see you’ve noticed the old snapshot,» said Goedon, _____ (reappear). 4. I know it’s not the most romantic of places but Pip doesn’t like _____ (be) left on his own for long. 5. A silver cup _____ (stand) proudly in the middle of a table in the corner of the room caught my attention.

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6. My glance was drawn to a pink envelope and _____ ( match) sheet of paper carelessly flung on top of a heap post. 7. With alarm bells _____ ( ring) I skimmed down the letter without _____ ( read) it, in search of the signature. 8. I liked the way he laughed easily and his _____ ( relax) manner. 9. All I knew was that he was a solicitor, _____ ( divorce) and had one child who lived with his ex-wife and her new husband. 10. I _____ ( not know) Gordon long.

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Where was that boy? I caught sight of my thirteen-year-old son disappearing into Queen’s House, theL-shaped timber-framed building overlooking the small lawn known as Tower Green at the Tower of London. Dodging round other sightseers I headed after him. In the first room I came to I found my son busy taping the walls. «Kevin! What on earth are you doing! You know this building is out of bounds to visitors. It’s half-past-four, and I told you I wanted to miss the rush hour. Now, come on!» «Half a sec, Mum. I read somewhere about hidden doors. You just have to tap until..» To our astonishment a wooden panel, the size of a small door, sprung open. On the other side of the panel we could see a short tunnel. «Look there’s a light down there! Do you see it?» cried Kevin. As if mesmerized, I followed him down the tunnel until we found ourselves stepping into the open air. We were back in the grounds of the Tower of London, outside Queen’s House. But this was a very different Tower Of London to the one we had been visiting. There wasn’t a soul about. We looked at each other in horror. Calming down I gazed round. With sheer relief I saw someone sitting on a wooden bench on Tower Green. « Come on, Kev.» Hand in hand we hurried over. The woman was sitting with her back to us. As we approached we could hear her sobs. Unusually for my son, he hung back. Standing before her, tentatively I put out a hand and gently touched her shoulder. But the woman didn’t seem to notice. I caught the words, «my daughter, my darling little girl.» My grip tightened and, slowly, she raised a tear-stained face to me.

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She was probably in her twenties. It was then I noticed her clothes. Startled, I stepped back. Was she in fancy dress? She looked so strange. On her head was a black brimless hood, trimmed with pearls. Her hair, which she wore coiled up under the hood, was shining black with a centre parting. A mark on her neck caught my attention. On closer inspection I could see it was a black mole, the size of a small strawberry. Around her neck hung a gold chain. She was wearing a black dress in what I judged to be damask silk. The bodice was tight-fitting around her slim to show an undergown of contrasting fabric, reached the ground. The square-cut neckline was edged with pearls and the long sleeves were tight-fitting. Her eyes widened in surprise as we stared at each other. «Who are you?» I asked rudely. It was then that I realized what her reply would be. «I am Queen Anne Boleyn.» Slowly she looked me up and down. «And who, pray, are you?» «Suzy Evans. And this,» I said, pushing a reluctant Kevin forward, «is my son, Kevin. Kevin, this is Queen Anne Boleyn.» When he burst out laughing I fixed him with one of my sharpest looks. Really, what could Anne Boleyn have thought of the two of us? «Don’t you see Kev, everything looks different,» I said. «Where are those awful modern office blocks we saw this morning? They were over there, outside the Tower. You remember how we said they spoiled the skyline? And what about the Tower itself? You know it was built by William the Conqueror in 1066?» Kevin nodded slowly. «Well,» I went on, «each successive monarch has had something new built in the grounds. But the most modern building here is the house we’ve just come out of – Queen’s House – and that was built in Tudor times. The Tudors ruled England from 1485 to 1603.» There was something else! What on earth was it? Yes, of course! But I had to be sure. «Come on.» Clutching Kevin’s arm, I rushed him to the wall of the White Tower where there was a clearer view of the River Thames. «See anything?» I asked. He stared at the river, then back at me. «No.»

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«That’s it, Kev. Nothing’s there. But shouldn’t there be something? Think!» «Tower Bridge!» he gasped. «Tower Bridge has vanished!» He gripped my hand. «Oh Mum. What does it mean?» «It means,» I said, «that she really is Anne Boleyn.» We headed back to Anne. «Your Majesty,» I began, «what is the date today?» She gazed at me sadly, her large eyes filled with tears. «Today is the 18th of May 1536.» «You see,» I said, turning to my son, «Tower Bridge wasn’t built until the reign of Queen Victoria. She didn’t come to the throne until 1837.» Kevin groaned and flung himself down on the grass. Dropping down beside him, I reached for his hand. «Don’t worry, darling. Think of it as a big adventure, something to tell your friends at school. When we came to the Tower this morning it was the 18th of May 1992. Now we’ve gone back 456 years in time. We’re in a time warp,» I added cheerfully. By this time Anne Boleyn had joined us, lowering herself gracefully onto the grass. She was listening attentively. «Witchcraft,» she remarked. «Witchcraft has brought you back in time.» Kevin sat up at this. «There’s no such thing!» he said hotly. I was glad to see he was back to his old self. «Nay lad, do not mock,» said Anne. «Women are burnt at the stake for being witches.» Her gaze fell on our clothes. «You’re dressed in the strangest breeches and shoes.» She looked even closer at me. «And Suzy, why are wearing the clothes of a boy?» «The breeches are called trousers,» I explained, «and the shoes, trainers. It’s nothing unusual for male and female to dress alike.» Kevin looked at Anne Boleyn. «Why are you here?» «Kevin!» I shot him one of my«don’t ask awkward questions» looks. The Queen smiled. «I am a prisoner but I’m allowed to come out here into the grounds of the Tower. I am held yonder in the Lieutenant’s House.» She pointed to Queen’s House, the building from which Kevin and I had emerged, which Henry VIII had recently had built. It was called the Lieutenant’s House until Queen Victoria’s reign

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when it was renamed Queen’s House, changing to King’s House whenever there’s a king on the throne. Guy Fawkes was interrogated there in 1605 after the discovery of the Gunpowder Plot to blow up The Houses of Parliament. Anne Boleyn had the dubious honor of being the house’s first prisoner. «Tomorrow,» Anne was saying, «I’m to be executed. See?» she pointed behind us, «there is the scaffold.» A chill shot through me as I looked at it. I hadn’t noticed the scaffold, but now remembered on our arrival at the Tower seeing the plaque engraved with the names of those who had been executed on that very site. Kevin gulped. «They won’t give us the chop, if they catch us here, will they?» After realizing what he meant by this elegant phrase, Anne shook her head. «The King, my husband, would not do that.» «Which king is that?» asked Kevin. «King Henry VIII.» Kevin’s eyes lit up. «I know all about King Henry VIII, your Majesty,» he boasted. «He had six wives: three Catherines, two Annes and a Jane.» Then, ignoring my black look, he raced on, «and I know what happened to them all: divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived.» «Your Majesty, Kevin does exaggerate at times,» «Mum, you know it’s true,» said Kevin indignantly. «I’ve got it from you.» «Your Majesty…» I began. «Please, both of you, call me Anne.» She really was the most delightful person. And so brave, what with all that angst. «Well, Anne,» I mumbled, «I just wanted to apologize for my outspoken son. I want to spare you hearing the truth.» She laid her hand on my arm. «Don’t fret. Six wives? Well, I am the second.» She looked at us. «Shall I tell you how I come to be awaiting my execution? Now where shall I begin?» Anne folded her delicate hands in her lap and Kevin and I listened

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enthralled as she began to tell us about a Welshman called him Owainap Meridithap Tewdr. As the English couldn’t pronounce this, they called him Owen Tudor. Owen Tudor married Catherine of France, the widow of King Henry V of England. Owen and Catherine Tudor’s son, Edmond, married Margaret Beaufort whose great, great, grandfather had been King Edward II of England. «Edmond and Margaret Tudor had a son – Henry Tudor – who was born in 1457 in Pembroke, in Wales,» said Anne. «He was to become the father of Henry VIII.» It appeared that in 1485, when he was twenty-eight, Henry Tudor was involved in a battle at Bosworth Field in Leicestershire with the then King, Richard III. Richard was killed, his crown landing upin the bushes. The upshot of it was, someone then came along, retrieved it, and stuck it on Henry’s head. Apparently he claimed the throne of England through the line going back to King Edward II and was crowned King Henry VII at Westminster Abbey. «So,» said Anne, «Henry VII was the first of the Tudors.» She thought for a moment. «He ruled for twenty-four years and died on the 21st of April 1509 when he was fifty-two and was buried at Westminster Abbey. He had four children, two boys and two girls, but the eldest, his heir Prince Arthur, died before he did. Therefore, on the death of Henry VII, the second son, Prince Henry, became King Henry VIII – the second of the Tudors – he was seventeen years old.» Anne went on to tell us something about Henry VIII’s background. That he was born across the Thames at Greenwich Palace on the 28th of June 1491. That he’d had a fine education and could speak several languages. He was a keen sportsman and was slim and athletic looking. I didn’t have the heart to say that, judging by portraits painted in his later years, a week at a health farm wouldn’t have gone amiss. «Well, Henry wanted to marry,» said Anne, «and the object of his affection was his sister-in-law, Prince Arthur’s widow, the Spanish Princess, Catherine of Aragon. A man was allowed to marry his brother’s widow and as England was at that time a Catholic country and Catherine was a Catholic also, Henry had to obtain permission from the Pope in

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Rome who is head of the Church of all Catholic countries. The Pope understood the necessity of royalty marrying royalty, and gave special consent. And so, in June 1509, when Catherine was twenty-four and Henry two-and-a-half weeks from his eighteen’s birthday they married. Thirteen days later they were crowned King and Queen at Westminster Abbey. Seven years after that the Princess Mary was born at Greenwich Palace. Thus she became heir to the throne.» Anne Boleyn paused and raised her right hand to the throat. There was something curious about that hand, something I hadn’t noticed before. It had a tiny sixth finger. «I am a daughter of one of Henry’s knights, Sir Thomas Boleyn,» Anne was saying. «When I was a very young girl indeed I was ladyin-waiting to Henry’s younger sister when she crossed the Channel to marry King Louis XII of France. Unfortunately Louis had only a year to live and after he died Henry’s sister came home. But I stayed on as lady-in-waiting to Queen Claude, the wife of the new King of France, Francis I.» Anne looked at me. «I have just thought of something. Henry once wrote a book in defense of the Pope and, in 1521, the Pope gave Henry the title FideiDefensor. This, I am sure you know, is Latin and means Defenderof the Faith. The Pope said all future English sovereigns would carry this title. Is it so?» I nodded. «And since the time of King George I in 1714, FDhas been engraved on all coins of the realm.» I rummaged around in my purse and produced a coin. «There it is.» «Now,» said Anne, «Where was I? Ah yes. In 1523 when war broke out between France and England I returned home. Do you like my hood? I brought the fashion back with me. It’s called a French Hood.» Kevin and I looked suitably impressed, which wasn’t difficult as she looked extremely stylish in it. Anne then told us that on her return to England her father secured a position for her up river at Hampton Court Palace. She became lady-inwaiting to Henry’s wife, Queen Catherine of Argon. Catherine and the King had then been married fourteen years. Anne gazed across the Green, her dark eyes shining. «I remember well the day I first set eyes on the King. He was so tall and handsome,

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with auburn hair and eyes as blue as the sky. We fell in love. Six years later Henry wanted to marry me. But the new Pope wouldn’t grant him a divorce from Catherine. As you know, the Catholic religion does not permit divorce.» «What happened next?» Kevin asked eagerly. «The King decides that, from then on, England wouldn’t be a Catholic country anymore and, he, the King, would be Head of Church of England, not the Pope,» replied Anne. «Therefore, he didn’t need the Pope’s permission to divorce his wife. And Parliament passed an Act giving the Archbishop of Canterbury all spiritual power in England.» Kevin sprawled his long frame out on the warm grass. I could see he was now enjoying this adventure and had taken to Anne. I hugged my knees and listened intently. «So,» said Anne, «three years ago, in January 1533, Thomas Cranmer, the Archbishop of Canterbury, said Henry’s marriage to Catherine was illegal because Henry had married his brother’s widow. Therefore after twenty-four years of marriage they were divorced. But Henry and I already married secretly a few days before, on the 25th of January. From then on Catherine’s title was Dowager, Princess of Wales.» Anne hesitated. I could see she was deciding whether or not to tell us something. «What were you going to say?» I encouraged. «Just, that, I was expecting our child before our marriage,» she confided. «I suppose you are more proper in your day.» «Oh no,» said Kevin, «nothing’s changed.» We all laughed. «Like a mint?» he said. Kevin and I held our breath as slowly Anne popped the sweet into her mouth. She looked thoughtful as she gave a couple of sucks. «It’s almost agreeable,» she said, and Kevin and I sighed with relief. «In June 1533,» continued Anne Boleyn, «I was crowned Queen Consort at Westminster Abbey by Thomas Cranmer. And our daughter, the Princess Elizabeth, was born on the 7th of September at Greenwich Palace, such a lovely child, with bright red hair. Of course she became heir to the throne.» «That’s odd,» said Kevin, puzzled. «You said the King has an older daughter, Princess Mary. You said she’s the heir to the throne.»

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«You’re quite right, Kevin. I did say that. But when the King is divorced his children become illegitimate and illegitimate children cannot inherit the throne of England. When Henry divorced Catherine this automatically barred Mary from the throne.» Anne paused. «Now this very day the King is getting a divorce from me. Therefore Elizabeth will be pronounced illegitimate. She will no longer be heir to the throne. She has not yet reached three years, my poor motherless child. And in two days’ time, the day after my execution, the wedding is arranged between Henry and the Lady Jane Seymour. She too was once lady-inwaiting to Catherine when she was Henry’s wife. Any child Jane has will one day rule England.» «Anne,» I said, jumping to my feet and snatching up my camera, «please, may I take your photograph?» «My photograph?» replied Anne, taken aback. «Do I have one? If I have, you may take it.» I burst out laughing and explained what it was as I arranged her and Kevin side by side near the wall of the White Tower with their back to the River Thames. «This is witchcraft!» cried Anne in amazement, as she studied the instantly developed snapshot. «I had to sit for hours when I had my portrait painted.» «It’s for real all right,» declared Kevin, slipping the photograph into his pocket. «Anyway, that’s nothing. People walk on the moon these days.» «You jest!» We ambled back to Tower Green and once again settled down on the grass. I shot a glance at Anne. She may have been experiencing a little local difficulty, and life wasn’t exactly a thrill a minute, so it was to her immense credit that she hadn’t lost her composure, as I would have done under such horrendous circumstances. «Catherine died earlier this year,» said Anne. «I expect you’re wondering why Henry has made me a prisoner. Why I am awaiting my execution tomorrow.» « It had crossed my mind,» remarked Kevin, cheekily, nibbling a blade of grass. He glanced up and I shot him a reproachful look. «The real reason is that Henry wants a son, a male heir to the throne,»

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said Anne, understandingly. «Both Catherine and I had sons but they all died at birth. Now the King says I have committed treason, «her voice was low,» that I have taken other men to be my lovers. For a queen that is treason. And the penalty for treason is death.» And I thought I was having problems with my husband! «I didn’t have any lovers of course,» said Anne quietly. «But the King had one man tortured, Mark Smeaton. People will admit to anything under torture. Yesterday, Mark and four others were executed on Tower Hill, which is over there, just outside the walls of the Tower. One of those executed was my younger brother, George.» Kevin and I exchanged glances in the awkward silence that followed. It was difficult to know what to say. Anne cleared her throat. «The King has granted me two requests. One is that I am beheaded here, within the walls of Tower, not on Tower Hill. In here it’s private. But executions on Tower Hill draw people by the thousand.» «And the other request?» Kevin and I asked cautiously. «The other request is that I am beheaded with a sword, not an axe. I understand there is less pain. A headsman from the English town of Calais in France is coming to behead me.» The three of us sat in gloomy silence. «You know what grieves me most?» said Anne at last. «That the future looks very bleak for Elizabeth.» «Anne!» I cried. «Don’t grieve.» I took her hand. «Tomorrow,» I said softly, «you are laid to rest over there in the Royal Chapel of St. Peter ad Vincula.» I pointed to the pretty little chapel standing close by which Henry had only just modernized. «What does ad Vincula mean, Mum?» «It means ‘in chains’», I explained. «Anne,» I went on, «you have been there for the last 456 years. As you say, the King marries the Lady Jane Seymour in two days’ time. The following year, at Hampton Court Palace, the Prince Edward is born.» «So,» murmured Anne, «Henry had the son he so longed for.» I nodded. «But tragedy was to follow. Queen Jane died twelve days later.» I then told Anne it was three years before Henry married for the

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fourth time. That was to the Protestant Anne of Cleves, brought over from Germany. But she was so ugly and dull that Henry called her the ‘Flanders Mare’. They were divorced five months later, having no children. «And the fifth wife,» I said, «was Catherine Howard.» «Catherine!» exclaimed an astonished Anne. «Why, she’s my cousin! I always thought she was sweet on Henry. Suzy, you’re so clever to know all this.» «Mum’s a real computer-brain.» Kevin couldn’t keep the pride out of his voice. «She’s a teacher at my school. It got flooded today so it’s closed and we came here instead.» After Kevin explained what a computer was I informed Anne that her cousin was beheaded for treason after five years of marriage. She was executed on this very scaffold and was buried close to her in the chapel. «The King’s sixth and last wife,» I said, «was Catherine Parr. They married in 1543. Henry died on the 28th January 1547, that is, in eleven years’ time, at the age of fifty-six and is buried at Windsor Castle. He and Queen Catherine Parr, who survived him, had no children.» «So,» said Anne, «the throne went to Henry’s son, Edward.» I nodded. «He was crowned King Edward VI at Westminster Abbey in 1547. He was only nine years old when he came to the throne. You could say he was the first Protestant king. Unfortunately he died when he was about fifteen.» «Who came to the throne next, Mum?» Kevin enquired. «Lady Jane Grey, a cousin of King Edward,» I replied. «But she only ruled for nine days and didn’t have a coronation. The people said the rightful heir was Henry VIII’s daughter, Princess Mary. Lady Jane Grey, her husband and Her husband’s father, the Duke of Northumberland, were imprisoned here in the Tower.» I explained that Henry had made a will. He’d left the crown of England to his youngest child and only son, Edward, and his heirs. But if Edward didn’t survive or have any children, Henry said the crown should go to Mary, his eldest child, and her heirs. Northumberland put Edward up to naming Jane Grey as the new monarch. He hoped this

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would keep Catholicism from coming back to England, Mary having been brought up a Catholic. «It sounds like the Duke of Northumberland wanted to do himself a bit of good,» observed Kevin. «You know, his son being married to a queen.» Anne and I looked at him approvingly. «So,» said Anne, «Mary came to the throne. The first ever Queen of England.» I nodded and took up the story again. «She was thirty-seven when she became Queen in July 1553. The following month Northumberland was executed on Tower Hill and is buried near you In November of that year Mary was crowned at Westminster Abbey and the following year Lady Jane Grey was beheaded here on this scaffold and her husband on Tower Hill. They’re also buried in the same chapel as you.» «It must be pretty crowded in there,» I heard Kevin mutter. «What’s that you said?» I asked, raising my eyebrows. «I was only talking to myself,» he replied quickly. «It’s private.» «Queen Mary was a hated queen,» I went on. «She was known as Bloody Mary. A fanatical Catholic, she restored the Roman Catholic Church to England and religion ruled her life. The Pope once again became Head of our Church. Mary married Prince Philip of Spain, the son of the Catholic King Charles V of Spain. Some three hundred Protestants in England were burnt. And in January 1558 England lost Calais, our last French possession. Queen Mary died ten months later at the age of forty-two and had ruled for only five years. She now lies in Westminster Abbey. «I stopped and looked at Anne. She froze and gripped my arm. I could feel her hand tremble. «Suzy,» her eyes searched my face. «How many children did you say Mary had?» «Oh, Anne, she didn’t have any.» «So, who came to the throne? Anne whispered. «Elizabeth! In this will Henry said if Mary had no children, the crown had to go toElizabeth.» Anne looked at me intently. «You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?» «No!» As I gave her a hug Kevin leapt to his feet and raced round Tower Green yelling, «Elizabeth was Queen». Anne and I quickly joined him and, holding hands, we danced round in a circle of celebration.

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Anne stopped abruptly. «You know, I have always believed Henry to be a good man.» She smiled. «Now I know it’s true. Would you like to hear the speech I shall deliver tomorrow from the scaffold?» Lifting the hem of her long skirts, she slowly mounted the wooden steps to the scaffold and turned and faced us, her head high and shoulders back: «I pray God save the King and send him long to reign over you, for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never; and to me he was ever a good, a gentle, and sovereign Lord». Kevin and I burst into a round of applause. «Now,» said Anne, as we sat ourselves down on the grass, «I want to hear all about my daughter.» And so I told her about Elizabeth I who came to the throne at the age of twenty-five in 1558 and was crowned in January 1559. About the splendid Elizabethan era and our greatest writer, William Shakespeare. And about how Elizabeth restored the religion of England to the Protestant faith. «I’m afraid,» I added, embarrassed, «that she, too, sent people to their death, including Mary Queen of Scots». Anne couldn’t see anything wrong with monarchs dispatching their enemies in this manner and couldn’t believe it when I informed her we did not indulge in this sort of activity any more. The warm sun that afternoon on the 18th May 1536 was starting to sink slowly in the west. Anne smiled affectionately at Kevin and me. «If you hadn’t come along today I would have gone to my grave tomorrow not knowing what is to become of my child. I hope she had a happy life. Tell me, did she marry and have children?» «No,» I replied, «she never married and had no children which mean she was the last of the Tudors. She died at the great age of 70 in 1603, I’m sure you will be happy to hear that she was a much loved queen. She is buried near Mary at Westminster Abbey.» «I’ve just had a thought,» said Kevin excitedly. «Anne, didn’t you say Henry VII died on the 21st of April and on the same day Henry VIII became king?» «That’s right, Kevin. The 21st of April 1509.» «Well, we have a Queen Elizabeth on the throne today. Queen Elizabeth II. Isn’t her birthday on the 21st of April, Mum?»

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«You’re right, Kev,» I said. «Elizabeth II was born on the 21st of April, in 1926.» «Anne!» cried Kevin, taking her hand, «I’m going to save you! You see there’s something else I know. Our Queen won′t allow you to be executed! ″ Нe was on his feet. I′m going to Buckingham Palace right now to speak to her.» He swung round and made off across the grass towards Queen′s House. «Kevin» I shouted after him. «Come back! Queen Elizabeth hasn′t been born yet. There is no Buckingham Palace.« I leapt to my feet in a panic that he might run into the arms of the men guarding Anne Boleyn or fall into the water–filled moat, and chased after him. Gaining on him I caught him by the shoulder but he shrugged me off and raced down the tunnel and back through the gap in the wall. I was right behind him. The secret door slammed shut behind us. Once more in the open air we were again standing by the grass of Tower Green. In a daze we looked about. There were the tourists milling about and the sound of the American twang. Anne and the scaffold and the wooden bench were gone. We were back in 1992.I glanced at my watch. It was still 4.30 in the afternoon. «Oh, Mum, »cried Kevin, don′t say we′re too late to save her». He rushed back into the building.»The panel won′t budge,» he said sadly, reappearing a few moments later. «We might not have saved her, Kev, »I said, slipping my arm through his, «but we did make her happy, telling her about her daughter.» We stepped over the little iron bar that surrounds Tower Green and walked past the ′keep off the grass′ signs to pick up our belongings where they still lay, close to where we had been sitting with Anne. «We didn′t imagine it all, did we?» said Kevin. He stared down at the plaque engraved with the names of those who had been beheaded on the site, including that of Anne Boleyn. «Surely not both of us,» I said as I bent down and gathered up my bag and camera. »The photograph!» Kevin plunged his hand into his pocket. Carefully he pulled the photograph out of his pocket. There, looking solemnly out of the snapshot was Kevin and Queen Anne Boleyn. And behind them was

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6.1. ASSIGNMENTS: Ex. I. Answer the questions: 1.How did Kevin and his mother manage to find hidden doors? 2. What kind of clothes was Anne Boleyn wearing in her days? 3. Why didn’t Suzy Evans see modern office blocks from the Tower? 4. When was Tower Bridge built? 5. How did Kevin and his mother appear in the Tower according to Anne Boleyn’s view? 6. Why was Anne Boleyn kept in the Lieutenant’s House? 7. What truth story did Suzy Evans want to hear from Anne Boleyn? 8. What is the story about FD engraved on all coins of the realm? 9. What do you know about the splendid Elizabethan era? 10. What a story do you know about the 21st of April? Ex. II. Put the following events in the order as they are given in the text. 1.«Tower Bridge wasn’t built until the reign of Queen Victoria. She didn’t come to the throne until 1837.» 2.«Tomorrow,» Anne was saying, «I’m to be executed. See?» she pointed behind us, «there is the scaffold.» 3.When we came to the Tower this morning it was the 18th of May 1992. Now we’ve gone back 456 years in time. We’re in a time warp,» I added cheerfully. She pointed to Queen’s House, the building from which Kevin and I had emerged, which Henry VIII had recently had built.( 1536) 4.Anne folded her delicate hands in her lap and Kevin and I listened enthralled as she began to tell us about a Welshman called him Owainap Meridithap Tewdr. As the English couldn’t pronounce this, they called him Owen Tudor. 5.Guy Fawkes was interrogated there in 1605 after the discovery of the Gunpowder Plot to blow up The Houses of Parliament.

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6.And what the Tower itself? You know it was built by William the Conqueror in 1066?» 7.«Tower Bridge has vanished!» He gripped my hand. «Oh Mum. What does it mean?» «It means,» I said, «that she really is Anne Boleyn.» 8.But the most modern building here is the house we’ve just come out of – Queen’s House – and that was built in Tudor times. The Tudors ruled England from 1485 to 1603.» 9.«Your Majesty,» I began, «what is the date today?» She gazed at me sadly, her large eyes filled with tears. «Today is the 18th of May 1536.» 10.«I know all about King Henry VIII, your Majesty,» he boasted. «He had six wives: three Catherines, two Annes and a Jane.» Ex III.Translate the following sentences: 1.Kevin! What on earth are you doing! You know this building is out of bounds to visitors. 2.As if mesmerized, I followed him down the tunnel until we found ourselves stepping into the open air. With sheer relief I saw someone sitting on a wooden bench on Tower Green. 3.«Well,» I went on, «each successive monarch has had something new built in the grounds. 4. The Tudors ruled England from 1485 to 1603.» 5.Anne then told us that on her return to England her father secured a position for her up river at Hampton Court Palace. She became ladyin-waiting to Henry’s wife, Queen Catherine of Argon 6.I could see he was now enjoying this adventure and had taken to Anne. 7.«So,» said Anne, «Mary came to the throne. The first ever Queen of England. 8.Queen Mary was a hated queen,» I went on. «She was known as Bloody Mary. A fanatical Catholic, she restored the Roman Catholic Church to England and religion ruled her life». 9.And about how Elizabeth restored the religion of England to the Protestant faith. «I’m afraid,» I added, embarrassed, «that she, too, sent people to their death, including Mary Queen of Scots».

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10.Elizabeth was the last of the Tudors. She died at the great age of 70 in 1603, she was a much loved queen. She is buried near Mary at Westminster Abbey.» Ex. IV. Fill in the dates from the text: Part I 1.And what about the Tower itself? You know it was built by William the Conqueror in_____ . Each successive monarch has had something new built in the grounds. But the most modern building here is the house– Queen’s House – and that was built in Tudor times. The Tudors ruled England from_____.» 2.She gazed at me sadly, her large eyes filled with tears. «Today is the 18th of May _____ .» 3.Tower Bridge wasn’t built until the reign of Queen Victoria. She didn’t come to the throne until_____. 4.»When we came to the Tower this morning it was the 18th of May_____. Now we’ve gone back _____ years in time. We’re in a time warp,» 5.Guy Fawkes was interrogated there in_____ after the discovery of the Gunpowder Plot to blow up The Houses of Parliament. 6.Edmond and Margaret Tudor had a son – Henry Tudor – who was born in_____ in Pembroke, in Wales.He was to become the father of Henry VIII. It appeared that in_____ , when Henry Tudor was twenty-eight, he was involved in a battle at Bossworth Field in Leicestershire with the then King, Richard III. 7.Henry VII was the first of the Tudors. He ruled for twenty-four years and died on the 21st of April_____ when he was fifty-two and was buried at Westminster Abbey. 8.Henry VIII was born across the Thames at Greenwich Palace on the 28th of June _____. That he’d had a fine education and could speak several languages. 9. And so, in June_____, when Catherine was twenty-four and Henry two-and-a-half weeks from his eighteen’s birthday they married. 10.Henry once wrote a book in defense of the Popeand, in_____, the Pope gave Henry the title FideiDefensor. And since the time of King George I in_____, FDhas been engraved on all coins of the realm.

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Part II 11.»In_____ when war broke out between France and England I ( Anne Boleyn) returned home. I brought the fashion back with me. It’s called a French Hood.» 12.In January_____, Thomas Cranmer, the Archbishop of Canterbury, said Henry’s marriage to Catherine was illegal because Henry had married his brother’s widow. «But Henry and I already married secretly a few days before, on the 25th of January.» 13.«In_____,» continued Anne Boleyn, «I was crowned Queen Consort at Westminster Abbey by Thomas Cranmer. And our daughter, the Princess Elizabeth, was born on the 7th of September at Greenwich Palace» 14.»You are laid to rest over there in the Royal Chapel of St. Peter ad Vincula.» «What does ad Vincula mean, Mum?» «It means ‘in chains’’, I explained. «You have been there for the last_____ years. 15.«The King’s sixth and last wife,» I said, «was Catherine Parr. They married in _____. Henry died on the 28th January_____, that is, in eleven years’ time, at the age of fifty-six and is buried at Windsor Castle.» 16. Henry’s son Edward was crowned King Edward VI at Westminster Abbey in _____. He was only nine years old when he came to the throne. 17. Mary came to the throne. The first ever Queen of England. She was thirty-seven when she became Queen in July_____.» In January_____ England lost Calais, our last French possession. Queen Mary died ten months later at the age of forty-two and had ruled for only five years. She now lies in Westminster Abbey. 18.»Who came to the throne? «Elizabeth! Elizabeth I who came to the throne at the age of twentyfive in_____ and was crowned in January _____. About the splendid Elizabethan era and our greatest writer, William Shakespeare. And about how Elizabeth restored the religion of England to the Protestant faith. She was the last of the Tudors. She died at the great age of 70 in_____. 19.«I’ve just had a thought,» said Kevin excitedly. «Anne, didn’t

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you say Henry VII died on the 21st of April and on the same day Henry VIII became king?» «That’s right, Kevin. The 21st of April_____.» 20.«We have a Queen Elizabeth on the throne today. Queen Elizabeth II. Isn’t her birthday on the 21st of April, Mum?» «You’re right, Kev,» I said. «Elizabeth II was born on the 21st of April, in _____.We were back in_____.I glanced at my watch. It was still 4.30 in the afternoon.» Ex. V. Give the information from the text to the following proper names: Who were/are they (except Suzy Evans and Kevin) in the history of England? 1. Kevin 1. Suzy Evans 2. Anne Boleyn 3. William the Conqueror 4. The Tudors 5. Victoria 6. Guy Fawkes 7. Henry VIII 8. Owen Tudor 9. Catherine of France 10. Henry V 11. Edmond 12. Margaret Beaufort 13. Edward II 14. Henry Tudor 15. Richard III 16. Henry VII 17. Arthur 18. Catherine of Aragon 19. Sir Thomas Boleyn 20. Louis XII of France 21. Claude 22. Francis I 23. George

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Ex. VI. Speak on: 1. The family tree of Elizabeth II, who is on the throne today? 2. Guy Fawkes Ex. VII. Role-Play: 1. Suzy Evans and Anne Boleyn 2. Kevin and Anne Boleyn Ex. VIII. Crossword Across: 1. Where does the action of the story take place? (London) 2.What Castle was Henry the Eighth born? (Greenwich) 3 Who Owen Tudor was married to? (Catherine) 4 Who wanted to blow up the house of Parliament? (Fawkes) 5 the Queen’s House until Queen Victoria’s reign was called ... House? (Lieutenant’s) 6 What writer was popular in Elizabethan era? (Shakespeare) Down: 1 Which dynasty ruled England from 1485 to 1603? (Tudor) 2 What Henry was the husband of Ann Boleyn? (Eighth) 3 «Ad Vincula» means «in ..»?(Chains)

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«Come here, Posy, and let me put some more sun cream on you, «I called to my four-year -old niece who was playing with her bucket and spade in the sand. I had brought Posy down to St. Ives for a few days′ holiday while my sister and brother-in-law were abroad on business. The Cornish beach was packed. It was a hot summer′s day, and, after months of being cooped up in the London office where I worked as a secretary, it felt marvelous sitting in a deckchair letting the sun get to my bikini-clad body. Posy stood obediently in front of me as I spread the cream liberally over her and straightened the candy –striped sun-hat she wore to keep the brilliant sun at bay. She then resumed her tunnel digging and I sat back and read my thriller. «Aunty Jessica! Aunty Jessica! make him give it back!» wailed Posy. I signed. Now what? I looked up to see Posy and a small boy of about five sitting on the sand wrestling over her brightly painted yellow plastic spade. Both were stubbornly holding on with grim determination. «Posy darling,» I entreated, as I got down on my knees beside them, «let him play with it for a while.» I turned to the little boy and smiled. «Why don′t you give her back her spade?» The child ignored this not unreasonable request, and, with one more tug, the spade was his. While the dispute continued to rage I jumped up and looked round desperately for the boy′s parents. I didn′t have far to look. He was playing in front of the young couple sitting in the deckchairs next to mine. They were reading and, to my intense annoyance, totally ignoring the little drama being played out at their feet. «Excuse me,» I said icily to them.

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The man slowly lowered his paper. «Are you speaking to me?» he asked. I caught a look of admiration in his large brown eyes as they swept over me. «Well of course I am!» I retorted. It was hard being frosty confronted by such a good looking man. «Do you think,» I continued, pointing to the two children still squabbling over the spade,«that you could possibly ask your little boy to give back our spade?» The man tossed his paper onto the sand and heaved himself out of the deckchair. He was tall and athletic looking and his white shorts set his deep tan off to good effect. He took the scene in at a glance then strode over to the other side of my deckchair. Bending down he picked something up out of the sand. «Perhaps this is yours,» he said grinning and,to my horror,handed me Posy′s identical yellow spade with its slightly dented handle. I felt the colour rise in my cheeks with embarrassment. «Yes, it is, thank you,» I muttered. Hurriedly I reunited Posy with her spade and dropped into my deckchair. «Sorry» to have been so rude,» I mumbled as I snatched my book from the sand and opened it at random. «Oh, by the way…»said the man. I peered over the top of my book at him and forced a smile. «Yes?» I replied weakly. «There′s something you should know». There was a broad smile on his face. »The little boy isn′t with us.» I nearly collapsed. «I′m so sorry. It′s just that as he was playing at your feet…» The man threw back his head and laughed. «Don′t worry,» he replied with a wink, as he lowered himself back into his deckchair and stretched out his long legs, «it′s a mistake anyone could make.» At that moment a girl of about ten came up to the little boy. »Darren,» she said bossily, talking him by the arm, «you know Mum said you were to stay with us.» And she smartly marched him off. «I′m Martin Page», said the man, leaning over and extending his hand. «How do you do,» I replied, glad he had taken my mistakes with such good grace. «I′m Jessica Blair and this is my niece, Posy.»

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«Clare.» Martin turned to his companion. «This is Jessica Blair, and Posy.» Clair lowered the glossy magazine she was reading and, with a beautifully manicured hand, raised her large designer sunglasses. She threw me a smile that didn′t quite reach her blue eyes and promptly lowered the glasses back onto her nose. Idly she flicked through the magazine. I noticed, not without a trace of envy, that, although she was fair like me, she had an even tan, whereas mine had gone a bit blotchy. As Clare sunned herself Martin told me they were down from the London office of Kanes, the well-known group of grocery stores they both worked for. The group was holding a management conference at one of the big hotels. I liked the way Martin looked at me and felt comfortable in his company. «Isn′t it about tea –time,» said Martin. «How about an ice-cream?» «Yes, please,» Posy and I chorused. Clare shook her head, around which she had done something rather exotic with a cotton scarf. »I hate eating on the beach,» she observed petulantly as she lubricated a golden limb. «I can′t stand all the grit that gets into everything.» As Martin headed off the ice–cream, Clare didn′t hesitate to let me know that she and Martin were unofficially engaged. I took this news flash as calmly as I could and wondered why she felt it necessary to inform me that Martin was a no-go area. Posy and I went for a quick paddle and splash when we had finished our cornets. Then gloomily I started to pack up our things to take Posy back to our modest hotel for her bath and supper. «How long are you down here for?» Martin asked as he helped me round up Posy′s bucket and spade and other treasures. «Until Friday.» «So are we,» replied Martin. «That gives us another four days. Perhaps we′ll see you tomorrow. Will you be here?» «Oh, Martin,» Clare chimed in, «you know we′ve got to attend tomorrow′s sales meeting .It goes on all day.» A look of satisfaction spread across her dissatisfied face.

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The next morning promised another glorious day. Posy and I made for the same spot of beach as the day before. I just couldn′t get Martin out of my mind and hoped he′d be there too. While Posy shoveled sand over my feet, I sat back in my deckchair and kept a watchful eye out for him. Suddenly I heard someone shouting my name. «Jessica! Jessica! »Martin was running along the promenade calling and waving. Thrilled I waved back. «I hoped you′d be here,» said Martin breathlessly, as he pulled up a deckchair next to mine. «Isn′t Clare with you?» I asked as I scanned the promenade in alarm in case she might be walking majestically along to join him. «No.» Martin gave me a triumphant smile. «I′m playing truant. I left her at the meeting. I thought I′d get a last breath of sea air before driving back to London.» It was then I realized that he wasn′t dressed for the beach. I stared at him in dismay. «But I thought you said you′d be here until the end of the week,» I stammered. «I did.» He shrugged. «But Clare thinks we ought to return to London at lunch-time. That means we′ve got another two hours until I have to go back to the hotel to pick her up.» «I see,» I said, not seeing at all. Martin pulled off his shoes and socks and rolled up the legs of his slacks. «Let′s go for a walk by the water′s edge,» he suggested brightly. «Posy can make some nice sand-castles with the wet sand and there are plenty of lovely shells she can collect.» As Posy skipped ahead of us pouncing on any shell that caught her fancy and popping it into her bucket, Martin and I strolled behind her, the twinkling Atlantic lapping round our ankles. He took my hand and, shyly, I closed my fingers round his. We walked along in silence. Martin suddenly stopped and kissed me. I drew back. «No, Martin. Please don′t. Not if you don′t mean it. »Confused, I quickly turned from him and joined Posy in her search for shells. My heart was pounding. I was falling in love with Martin and he was unofficially engaged to Clare. ‘Don′t break my heart , Martin’, I pleaded silently.

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«What did you mean about my not meaning it?» Martin asked with a frown when we were installed back in our deckchairs. «It was something Clare said. That you and she are unofficially engaged.» Martin didn′t say anything He drew his deckchair closer to mine. «Listen, Jessica. Clare′s the daughter of the owner of the company we both work for.» Martin sighed. «I suppose you could say she and I are unofficially engaged. If I marry the boss′s daughter I ′ve got it made. Think of it, I′ll be travelling through life first class.» Martin stopped and gave a short laugh. «Now I′m not so sure that′s what I want at all.» «Why not?» Our heads were close together and his eyes held mine. «Because of you,» he whispered. Since I′ve met you, Jessica, I ′m not so sure that′s what I want at all. Do you know what I really want to do? I want to open my own restaurant in London.» Martin′s voice was full of enthusiasm. «Oh I don′t mean one of those over –priced joints where the customers get ripped-off, but a place that sells good food at a reasonable price.» «Isn′t it expensive to set up a venture like that?» He nodded. «Yes, but the government′s still keen on people starting up their own business. I′ll be able to get a loan and a grant. In fact I′ve already made enquires. » «And what does Clare think about that?» Martin picked up a handful of sand and let it run through his fingers. He told me he hadn′t mentioned it to Clare. It was either her or the restaurant. Martin explained that Claire′s father expected him to stay in the business when he married her. «You see, Jessica,» he continued, «Clare′s father doesn′t have any sons and one day I′d be running the whole show.» Martin leant forward and clasped his hands together. «If Clare of her father got wind of the fact that I was even thinking about not marrying her and leaving the business I′d be out like a shot. And I can′t afford that, I have to leave when I′m ready, when I′ve saved quite a bit of money.» «But Martin, what about loyalty?» I asked. «Loyalty is for wimps.»

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«I thought I′d find you here, Martin! »It was Clare. She had appeared from nowhere and was standing with her feet planted firmly in the sand. »What a sweet swimsuit you have on this morning, dear,» she said as she looked somewhere over my head. While I was racking my brains for a clever reply to this patronizing remark, Martin jumped out of his chair and offered it to Clare. He and Posy played on the sand as I politely looked at the latest fashions with Clare in her magazine. It was with a tremendous ache that I knew I′d never see Martin again. Oh yes, he talked about doing his own thing , but who on earth would really want the hassle of starting up their own business when they′ d been handed a fortune on a plate? I hunted around in my beach bag for my sunglasses and rammed them on. Tears filled my eyes. Martin didn′t have my London address or phone number. He didn′t even know where I was staying in St.Ives. And then it was time for them to leave. Clare linked her arm intimately through Martin′s and, like a wounded animal being deserted by its owner, I watched Martin walk away without even turning back to wave. Fighting the lump in my throat I dropped onto the sand next to Posy for comfort. It was then I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of the band of her candy-striped sun-hat. I pulled it out and unfolded it. In amazement I stared at the neatly written words: ’Jessica, phone me at the office tomorrow, Martin’. I pulled a surprised Posy to me and gave her a hug. «Posy,» I whispered, giving her a kiss, «every day′s going to be summer from now on.» Elated, I spread out a towel and lay on my back, my eyes closed. I′d won. I’d got Martin. The look on Clare’s face, if only she knew, made me smile. Slowly, the smile faded from my face and I went cold under the hot glare of the sun. I sat up, deep in thought. I could well imagine how Clare would feel, how I would feel. No wonder she hurried Martin back to London and away from me. I realized how much Clare must love him. I didn′t want Martin on those terms. Something Martin said had lodged in the back of my mind-‘loyalty is for wimps’-so he′d just as easily flirt with another girl when with me.

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I opened my hand and studied the note again. Calmly, I tore it up and dropped the pieces into my beach bag. I wouldn’t be phoning Martin tomorrow, or ever. Summer romances were like waves in the sea. They vanished without trace and All you had left if you were lucky was a snap. ( Sandra Golding is identified as the author of this Work)

7.1. ASSIGNMENTS: Ex. I. Answer the questions: 1. How did Jessica occur on the Cornish beach? 2. What was the dispute between two kids about? 3. How did Martin look at Jessica when he saw her for the first time? 4. What did Martin do before finding Posy’s plastic spade? 5. How would you describe the manner of behavior of the two young girls on the beach? 6. Why didn’t Clare hesitate to tell Jessica that Martin was a no-go area? 7. Why couldn’t Jessica get Martin out of her mind? 8. Why did Clare think they ought to return to London at lunch time? 9. What message does the sentence « I’ll be travelling through life first class.» give us? 10.Do you agree with Martin’s statement « Loyalty is for wimps»? Ex. II. Use the required tense instead of the infinitives in brackets: 1. I ____ Posy down to St. Ives for a few days’ holiday while my sister and brother-in-law were abroad on business.( bring) 2. I _____up to _____Posy and a small boy of about five _____ on the sand ______ over her brightly ______ yellow plastic spade.( look, see, sit, wrestle, paint) 3. «Posy darling,» I _____, as I ______ down on my knees beside them, let him _____ with it for a while.» ( entreat, get, play)

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4. He ______in front of the young couple _____ in the deckchairs next to mine. ( play, sit) 5.» _____ you ______,» I ______, ______ to the two children still_____ over the spade.( do, think, continue, point, squabble) 6.Sorry to ____ so rude.(be) 7. «You _____ Mum _____ you _____ to ___ with us.»(know, say, be, stay) 8. The group _____ a management conference at one of the big hotels.( hold) 9. I _____ I______a last breath of sea air before ______ back to London.( think, get, drive) 10. If I _____the boss’s daughter I ____ it ____ .( marry, get, make) Ex. III. Fill in prepositions or adverbs: in, without, for, through, of(4),out, up, on, into, As, over, from ,by, ahead 1.It was hard being frosty confronted _____ such a good looking man. 2.I snatched my book _____ the sand. 3.While Posy shoveled sand _____ my feet. 4._____ Posy skipped _____ _____us pouncing _____ any shell that caught her fancy and popping it ______ her bucket. 5.Isn’t it expensive to set _____ a venture like that? 6.Loyalty is _____ wimps. 7.Clare linked her arm intimately _____ Martin’s. 8.It was then I noticed a piece ______ paper sticking _____ _____ the band _____ her candy-striped sun-hat. 9.Summer romances were like waves _____ the sea. 10.They vanished _____trace and all you had left if you were lucky was a snap. Ex. IV. Translate the following sentences: 1. Both were stubbornly holding on with grim determination. 2. It was hard being frosty confronted by such a good looking man. 3. I peered over the top of my book at him and forced a smile. 4. And she smartly marched him off. 5. She threw me a smile that didn’t quite reach her blue eyes and promptly lowered the glasses back onto her nose.

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6. I took this news as calmly as I could. 7. Thrilled I waved back. 8. « I see,» I said, not seeing at all. 9. « Clare’s father doesn’t have any sons and one day I’d be running the whole show.» 10. Who on earth would really want the hassle of starting up their own business when they’d been handed a fortune on a plate? Ex. V. What words from the text can be used instead of «answer» and « say»? 1. Describe Jessica, Martin and Clare (Give characteristics) 2. Role-Play: Play the parts of Martin, Jessica and Thomas 3. Speak on the setting of the story. 4. Express your own opinion on the content of the story. 5. Speak on one of the stories (from a book or a film) about a ghost.

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With a sigh, I put down me case in the station waiting room, wrapped my coat round me against the draught and settled back for what looked like a long wait. Not a very romantic beginning to an affair. A young girl squashed herself in next to me. «Sorry», she said breathlessly, as she organized two carrier bags round her ankles. «I thought I`d miss the train. I ran all the way and now I hear nothing`s moving because of a points failure». I nodded. I thought perhaps I should ring my mother so see if the twins were all right. Better not. I`d only just left them and Mum would be preparing their tea. I`d ring when I got to London. «Have you heard what time the train to London will be leaving»? «The announcement said no trains for at least an hour. That was five minutes ago». «Oh». The girl finished rummaging in a bag and straightened up. She proceeded to wire herself up for sound on her personal stereo. She threw one blue denim leg over the other and her fingers tapped in time with what sounded like Madonna. Five minutes later, she dismantled the headphones and stowed the equipment back in her bag. «Are you going to London?» she asked. «Yes». I looked at the person on my other side who seemed to be asleep, her handbag clasped to her bosom. Good idea. I closed my eyes and hoped Miss Chatterbox would leave me in peace. I wondered if I should ring Alistair at the office. No - I`d wait and see what happened. I`d ring him in an hour if there was a further delay. But maybe I should phone my mother to see if Sophie and Shaun were all right… «Like a crisp»? I turned and looked at the girl. «Thank you. Why don`t we go and find a cup of tea?» I suggested, glad after all to have someone to distract

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me, to stop these awful feelings of doubt creeping in. «I`m terribly thirsty». «Me, too. Thanks a lot.» We gathered up our possessions and made our way down the platform to the station buffet. The girl chatted away nonstop but I couldn`t concentrate; my mind kept going back to the twins. They had never been away from home before. Shaun had looked so forlorn when I`d left them. I could still see him standing there, clutching his teddy bear, his face starting to crumple. «Are you going to London for a holiday?» I asked quietly, trying to blink away the memory of Shaun`s face. «No.» The girl glanced cautiously over her shoulder and leant forward. «I`m running away from home,» she whispered. «Running away?» I whispered back, jolted out of my own problems. «That`s right. I`ve had enough of being nagged,» came the defiant reply. I stared at the girl`s bright face with its blue eyes and wavy rich brown hair. Her eye shadow, an interesting shade of green, matched her nail varnish. «How old are you?» «Fifteen.» «Things must be pretty bad at home to make you take such a drastic step.» «Well, the thing is» – the girl took a gulp of tea – «I don`t get on with my mum. It`s Keeley, tidy up your room, Keeley, you`ve got too much make-up on, Keeley, you`ve got to be in before ten.» She shook her head. «It`s one row after another. But I`ve got my own life to lead. I`m a person in my own right.» These words had a familiar ring to them. Isn`t that what I`d said to Alistair? No. That`s what Alistair had told me. «Mary,» he`d said, «you`re a person in your own right. But what are you doing with your life, knocking yourself out, running round after your husband and two kids? You`ve got a right to steal a bit of happiness for yourself.» And so here I was, waiting to embark on a week of romance with my husband`s best friend. Alistair had been best man at our wedding

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but we hadn`t seen very much of him after that; that is, until he came to the fifth wedding anniversary party Patrick and I had given at home last week. Funny, I`d never given Alistair a moment`s thought before then. Patrick and I moved out of London after our wedding. We had come to live in this Midlands town and Patrick had started up a DIY shop. The twins were born the following year. The strain of looking after them had brought my mother up to stay with us. Now that the twins were four, however, my mum had found herself a small flat a few miles away. Patrick and I had seen Alistair on a couple of occasions before the twins were born, when we went to London to treat ourselves to a night out. Each time Alistair had a different girl with him, hanging on to his arm, looking up at him adoringly. «The trouble with Alistair,» Patrick had said when we returned to our hotel after going out for a meal, «is that he likes to play the field. I think it boosts his ego. I`ve told him there`s nothing like marriage.» «I don`t know what they see in him,» I`d replied. «Glad to hear it,» he`d whispered, hugging me tightly. «I love you so much. I couldn`t imagine life without you.» But at the party last week I could see all too well what girls saw in Alistair. He made them feel important. Alistair had come without a partner but stayed by my side for most of the evening. When I went into the kitchen to take the food through to the lounge, there he was offering to help. He took the tray from me, covering my hands with his. I flushed with pleasure and looked away. As I mingled with the other guests, friends and relatives mostly from London, Alistair followed, joining each group of people as I stood chatting to them. He kept smiling at me, giving me approving looks. I couldn`t remember when I had last felt so attractive and appreciated. It was exactly now Patrick used to make me feel, used to being the key words. The romance had long gone from our marriage – at least, that`s what it felt like. Patrick would leave early for the shop six days a week, and get back after I`d put the twins to bed. We`d both flop down exhausted in front of the TV after dinner, hardly speaking a word all evening. On Sundays he liked to potter in the garden or do odd jobs around the house.

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If it hadn`t been for my mother, to whom I spoke on the phone every day, I think I would have gone mad, with hardly anyone to talk to except the twins. I loved them more than I thought possible. Every day I watched them wonder at their growing world – but you can hardly talk over your problems with two four-years-olds. «Good party, wasn`t it?» Patrick said when we were clearing up after everyone had gone. «And as for Alistair, I told him to bring someone up from London with him but he said he`d find someone here! Mind you, just goes to show, that fatal charm didn`t work this time. He went back to his hotel alone.» «Patrick, can we talk? Leave the clearing up for now.» «Mary, you know I do.» My voice rose. «Then why don`t you tell me?» «Just because I don`t tell you doesn`t mean I don`t love you.» He took me gently in his arms. «What`s the matter, Mary? Aren`t you happy?» «Of course I am,» I said, stifling a sob. «I`m just being silly. Come on, let`s get this lot washed up. I don`t fancy coming down to it in the morning.» Alistair phoned at ten the next morning, Monday. «How about inviting me round for coffee?» he said casually. «Well I`d like to, Alistair, but I have to leave at twelve to pick up Sophie and Shaun from playschool.» I realized I was playing hard to get, just as I`d done before I met Patrick. «In that case,» came the confident reply, «I`ll be right over.» It seemed strange, Alistair sitting in Patrick`s chair in the kitchen. «You know, I always said Patrick was the one man whose marriage I envied. You looked stunning last night, by the way. I couldn`t take my eyes off you. Very sexy. I wanted to…» «You shouldn`t be talking like this,» I interrupted, the colour rising in my cheeks. «In fact, you shouldn`t be here at all. When are you going back to London?» I took a gulp of coffee. «Today, tomorrow, who knows? It`s up to you.» He reached across the table, took my hand and kissed it. Flustered, I pushed my chair back, took my mug over to the sink and started to wash it up. I heard the scrape of a chair and Alistair was behind me, his arms

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round my waist. He was kissing my neck, my hair, murmuring how he loved me, how he wanted me. Trembling, I turned round against his strong body and wound my arms round his neck. «Alistair, oh, Alistair,» I whispered. «Let`s go upstairs.» His voice was low and coaxing. «No! We must stop.» I pushed him away. «You want to – you know you do.» «Not here, not in this house.» I swept hair back from my burning forehead. «My hotel?» «No, no! I can`t go back to your hotel. Look, I must go now. I have to collect the children. Please, let`s forget this ever happened.» «Mary, we can`t just forget! You`re a person in your own right!» And Alistair went on to tell me how I deserved more from life than just being a wife and mother. I could see there was truth in what he was saying, of course. Everything I did was for Patrick and the children. «Wait,» Alistair said, «I`ll think of something.» And he had it all worked out… «By the way,» I said later that day, as Patrick and I ate our evening meal. «I had a phone call from Sandy today.» «Sandy? Who`s Sandy?» I studied my plate. «You remember, I`m sure I`ve told you about her before. She`s a girl I was at school with. I haven`t seen her for ages.» «That`s nice.» Patrick reached for the mustard. «The thing is, she invited me to spend a few days with her in London next week and I said yes. I hope you don`t mind.» Slowly I raised my head and shot him a glance. «It`ll be the first time we`ve slept apart since we were married except for when the twins were born,» Patrick said, looking crestfallen. It filled me with guilt and remorse to see how easy it was to lie to my husband. I`d already sprung the lie on my mother that afternoon – I didn`t feel any better about deceiving her, either. Keeley`s lively voice brought me back to earth. «And Tina`s always playing around with my make-up.» «Sorry. What? Who`s Tina?» I hadn`t been listening to a word Keeley had been saying.

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«My sister. She`s eleven and she`s a right pain.» «You say you`re running away from home. Who are you going to stay with?» «No-one, yet,» Keeley said airily, «but something`ll turn up. I`ll find some friends when I get there.» «But what about your mum?» «I`ll phone her when I get to London. Tell, her I`m there and that I won`t be coming back.» «Do you know anyone in London?» «Nope.» «Well, I suppose you know what you`re doing.» I shrugged, sat back and stirred my tea. «Won`t she be wondering where you are by now, anyway? Unless, of course, she doesn`t care where you are…» «Yes, she does!» Keeley`s eyes flashed. «She wouldn`t have got back from work yet. She`s bringing us up on her own, you see.» The words were coming out in a rush. «And even though she goes out to work, she still cooks us a nice meal every day, and she sees we have breakfast. As soon as she gets a pay rise, she`s going to take me and Tina to Majorca, on holiday.» «So why are you leaving?» «Because – because –» All the confidence had gone. Keeley looked like a lost child. «Because I don`t think my mum really loves me.» She was fighting back the tears. «Oh, Keeley, of course she loves you. Everything you`ve said shows that she loves you. In London, nobody will care if you live or die – you`ll be able to stay out all night or stay in bed all day, if that`s what really matters to you. But how on earth are you going to be able to afford to live? What are you going to live on?» While Keeley digested her sandwich at this alarming picture, I ploughed on. «Look,» I said, «just because you have rows with your mother doesn`t mean she loves you any less. You don`t love her less, do you?» Keeley shook her head vigorously. «Well then, all parents have to take a strong line with their children. You`re old enough to understand that your mother`s having a hard time, surely. Perhaps she might think you don`t love her.»

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The young face looked stricken. «We mustn`t always wait for the other person to say they love us,» I went on – then stopped. Why hadn`t I thought of that before? When was the last time I`d told Patrick I loved him without waiting for him to say it first? If I hadn`t been on selfish, I would have seen that everything he did was for me and the children. It must have been a terrible strain keeping the business afloat with so many going bankrupt. «You know something, Keeley,» I reflected slowly, almost to myself, «sometimes it`s quite difficult to tell people we love them. Sometimes it`s difficult for them to tell us. But we can show it in lots of ways. Your mum shows it by trying to bring you up to do things for yourself and by cooking you meals.» I smiled. «When was the last time you bought her some flowers?» Keeley thought for a moment. «Mother`s Day. Me and Tina always give her a bunch of flowers every Mother`s Day.» «But don`t you think it would be nice if you bought her some at other times? Just to show her you love her and you understand how hard she`s working for you?» I was amazed at myself. Here I was, so pious, so wise, dishing out advice to a total stranger and, at the same time, on the brink of having a fling with my husband`s best friend! I had upset my husband, my children and my mother. I was a liar and accomplished schemer. A fine person to be talking! Looking round at the resigned faces of the other people in the station buffet, I wondered what private horrors they were harbouring. I glanced at Keeley. We both had the same problem! «Keeley, does your mother actually know how you feel? Have you told her that you don`t think she loves you?» «No», Keeley whispered, pushing her sandwich into a little heap. Learning forward, I said clearly, «Do you know the one thing that people who love each other don`t do?» «No?» «Talk. They don`t talk to each other.» I clasped my hands tightly together. «If things go wrong at home, they have a row, or run away, or pretend everything`s all right and bottle it all up and get resentful.» That was it, of course. I could see now that when Patrick asked me if I was happy I should have said no.

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«We have to tell the people we love what`s really the matter, how we really feel, and give them a chance to tell us. We have to…» I was interrupted by an announcement that the train standing on Platform one would be leaving for London in fifteen minutes. As one, passengers in the buffet rose and trooped out on to the platform. We stood together, I with my suitcase, Keeley with her worldly possession in two carrier bags, looking at the train. Keeley turned to me. I`m homesick, «she announced». «I`m going to buy a bunch of flowers and then I`m going home.» «Do you know something, Keeley? I`m feeling homesick, too, I`m going to make a phone call to London, collect my children and I`m going home as well. That train`s going to have to go to London without us!» ( Sandra Golding is identified as the author of this Work)

8.1. ASSIGNMENTS: Ex. I. Answer the questions: 1. How did Keeley get to the station? 2. Why was Mary bothering about Sophie and Shaun? 3.Why did Keeley decide to take such a drastic step? 4. What were Mary’s duties about the family? 5. Who was Alistair? 6. Why had the romance gone from their marriage? 7. Whose marriage did Alistair envy and why? 8. How did Alistair behave himself in Patrick’s house? 9. What are the most common complaints of Keeley who was dissatisfied with her mother? 10. Why is the story called «Close to the Edge»? Ex. II. Fill in the gaps with appropriate words given below. Choose the right word among four options. 1.Not a very romantic_____ to an affair. a. beginning b. start c. commence d. initiation 2.The_____ said no trains for at least an hour. a. advertisement b. broadcast c. bulletin d. announcement

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3.I looked at the person on my other side who seemed to be asleep, her handbag _____to her bosom. a. embraced b. clasped c. hold d. fastened 4. I suggested, glad after all to have someone to_____ me, to stop these awful feelings of doubt creeping in. a. amuse b. distract c. disturb d. trouble 5. We gathered up our_____ and made our way down the platform to the station buffet. a. goods b. estate c. possessions d. belonging 6. The girl chatted away_____ but I couldn’t concentrate. a. constant b. direct c. unbroken d. nonstop 7. I could still see him standing there, clutching his teddy bear, his face starting to_____ . a. go to pieces b. wrinkle c. crumple d. clutch 8. I asked quietly, trying to_____ away the memory of Shaun’s face. a. glimpse b. flash c. blink d. shine 9. Things must be pretty bad at home to make you take such a_____ step. a. extreme b. harsh c. severe d. drastic 10. I’m feeling_____ , too, I’m going to make a phone call to London, collect my children and I’m going home as well. a. abandoned b. cheerful c. homesick d. relaxing Ex. III. Look up the following words in a dictionary, write the transcriptions and put the stress on the words: 1. announcement 2. rummage 3. possession 4. defiant 5. forlorn 6. mingle 7. crestfallen 8. remorse 9. ploughon 10.pious

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Ex. IV. Fill in necessary prepositions or adverbs( away, by, against, on(2), out, round, up for, back, in(3), across, away, just, to, at, about, for) 1. I wrapped my coat_____) me_____the draught and settled_____ .(round, against, back) 2. She proceeded to wire herself_____ sound_____her personal stereo. (up for, on ) 3.I closed my eyes and hoped Miss Chatterbox would leave me_____ peace.(in) 4. The girl chatter red_____(away)nonstop. (away) 5.But what are you doing_____ your life, knocking yourself_____ (with, out). 6. He reached_____ the table, took my hand and kissed it. (across) 7.» Mary, we can’t_____forget! You’re a person_____your own right! » (just, in ) 8. Keeley’s lively voice brought me back_____earth. (to) 9. «But what_____ your mum?» (about) 10. I was interrupted _____(by) an announcement that the train standing _____(on)Platform one would be leaving_____(for) London_____(in) fifteen minutes. (by, on, for, in) Ex. V. Use the transitive and intransitive verbs below in an appropriate tense to complete the sentences. close, organize, leave, hope, leave, throw, glance, tap, be, join, sound, lean, imagine, be, give, can, mingle, talk, follow 1.« Sorry», she said breathlessly, as she_____ two carrier bags round her ankles. 2. She_____ one blue denim leg over the other and her fingers _____in time with what_____ like Madonna. 3. I_____my eyes and_____Miss Chatterbox _____me in peace. 4. They never_____ away from home before. 5. The girl_____cautiously over her shoulder and_____forward. 6. Alistair_____the best man at our wedding. 7.Funny, I_____never Alistair a moment’s thought before then.

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8.» I love you so much. I_____notimagine life without you.» 9.As I_____ with the other guests, friends and relatives mostly from London, Alistair _____ , _____each group of people. 10.» Patrick, _____we _____?_____the clearing up for now.» Ex. VI. Translate the following sentences and speak on their message. 1.«I’ve had enough of being nagged,» came the defiant reply. 2.Her eye shadow, an interesting shade of green, matched her nail vanish. 3.«But I’ve got my own life to lead. I’m a person in my own right.» 4.These words had a familiar ring to them. 5.«You’ve got a right to steal a bit of happiness for yourself.» 6.The strain of looking after them had brought my mother up to stay with us. 7.Each time Alistair had a different girl with him, hanging on to his arm, looking up at him adoringly. 8. «Alistair likes to play the field. I think it boosts his ego.» 9.»Let’s get this lot washed up. I don’t fancy coming down to it in the morning.» 10. All parents have to take a strong line with their children. Ex. VII. Brainstorm everything you think when you hear the word «bosom». Ex. VIII. Role- play the situations: 1. A dialogue between Mary and her husband 2. A dialogue between Mary and her children 3. A dialogue between Keeley and her mother Ex. IX. Write an essay disclosing the problems of Mary and Keeley. Ex. X. Imagine the end of the story.

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The snow beat at the windows as if trying to force its way into the house. I stopped stoking the fire and crossed the large living room and drew the long heavy curtains. Although it was only three o’clock that December afternoon, it was already dark outside. The snowstorm had gathered momentum and echoed round the large farmhouse. I went through the connecting door into the kitchen and put on the kettle. Derek opened the back door and shot into the kitchen along with a blast of cold air. He was covered from head to foot in snow. «You look like a snowman,» I laughed. «I’ve never seen anything like it,» said Derek. He took off his wet clothes and wiped his face. «Are the animals all right?» I asked. He nodded. «They’re fine. All tucked up warm and cozy, but we had an awful job coaxing Blossom and Buttercup into the barn. I hope Nigel gets home in one piece. The show’s deeper all the time.» We sat in front of the large log fire in the living room, sipped our hot chocolate and watched the flames chase each other up the chimney. «There must be easier ways of making a living,» said Derek. I sat up and looked at him in alarm. «You’re not thinking of giving up before we start, are you?» I demanded. Derek grinned at me. «Of course not. I’m not going to waste all those years at agricultural college. Still, in this economic climate, it’s not the cleverest time to start up a new venture. I’m sure I’m going to make an excellent farmer and,» he continued giving me a wink, «you are going to make an excellent farmer’s wife». «I’m not going to be called ‘the farmer’s wife», I retorted indignantly. Derek threw back his head and laughed. «Darling Jenny, it’s so easy to make you cross. You mustn’t rise to the bait like that. You’re going to

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have to develop a much more unflappable exterior when we open for business». I settled back in my chair. We had been married nearly a year but there were still things I was learning about Derek. His sense of humor was one. Well, he wouldn’t catch me out again. He was right though, I would need a more sophisticated attitude when we opened the farmhouse as a guest house. I was still terribly childish in lots of ways. A sudden ringing of the front door bell made us both sit up. «Who on earth could that be, out in weather like this?» I said, dragging myself away from the fire. «I’ll come with you,» said Derek. «It’s probably Nigel, got snowbound and had to come back.» The figures on the doorstep were huddled up against the blizzard and covered from head to foot in snow. The taller of the two said something, but his words got carried away by the driving snow. Derek indicated by a large sweep of his arm for them to come in. They stamped their feet on the hall mat, scattering snow everywhere. «Sorry to be such a nuisance,» said the man apologetically. «My wife and I have had to abandon our car on the main road. The windscreen’s completely covered with snow and our view’s been obliterated. I’m afraid the wipers have given up the battle.» «Do take your things off and come through,» I said. They sat down in front of the fire and rubber their hands to get the circulation going. The man was tall and thin, probably in his thirties; his wife small and delicate looking. She was about twenty-five. They were grateful for the steaming hot chocolate and sandwiches and sat back in their chairs looking more relaxed. «We’re Jennifer and Derek Stanley,» said Derek. «How do you do,» replied the man. «Thomas and Jane Yates. It’s most kind of you to take us in. It’s freezing cold outside but I must say it’s nice and warm in here.» «It’s centrally heated throughout,» I said proudly. «We are going to open up soon as a guest house and we’re going to sell home-made bread, farmhouse eggs and butter.» «It’s a Victorian built house, isn’t it?» said Thomas. «That’s right,» replied Derek. He got up and stocked the fire. «Built about 1850. What brings you out in weather like this?»

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«House-hunting,» said Thomas. «We were on our way to look over Langley Farm, heard it was going cheap. But we got stranded and thank goodness saw the lights of your house.» I frowned. I had never heard of Langley Farm. «Where’s that?» I asked, racking my brains. «the houses are very far flung in this part of Derbyshire, but, even so, I’ve heard of most of the other farms around here, but I’ve never heard of that one.» «Well,» said Thomas, «I think we must have veered off the road leading to it. Have you been here long? «About eight months,» said Derek. He and Thomas chatted on and I suddenly realized that Jane Yates didn’t attempt to join in the conversation; indeed she hadn’t said one word except for thanking me for the snack. For most of the time she sat looking down at her small pale hands, folded in her lap. «Do you have a farm, at the moment?» I enquired. Slowly Jane raised her head and looked at me with large solemn eyes. «Yes. But Thomas wants to buy a larger one.» Her voice was hardly above a whisper. She didn’t volunteer any further information and went back to studying her hands. Two hours later the snow was falling thicker and faster than ever. Our two strangers were going to have to stay the night. «Of course, I’ll pay for our room and board», Thomas offered. Derek smiled and shook his head. «Thank you, but we wouldn’t dream of it. Besides we’re not open for business yet. I’m sure we’d be breaking some law by taking money». «There is something I think you should know,» I announced. «Darling!» Derek glared at me. «Don’t start that again. I’m sure Mr. and Mrs. Yates aren’t interested in such nonsense.» «It’s not nonsense!» Thomas and Jane looked at me, their enquiring eyes big as saucers. «Well,» I ploughed on, ignoring Derek’s angry stare, «we’ve got a ghost. The house is haunted.» Derek and I exchanged furious frowns. «Don’t worry about us,» said Thomas. «Jane and I are both tired, we’ll probably sleep so soundly we wouldn’t notice if the roof fell in.» «Look, I didn’t mean to alarm you,» I said to Jane after dinner when she and I were making up the bed in one of the guest rooms.

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«Oh, I’m not worried,» replied Jane as she tucked in the bed clothes. «In fact I’m rather interested. I take it you’ve seen the ghost?» «Well,» I said, «I haven’t actually seen it. But I’ve heard it.» Jane stared at me . «I didn’t know ghosts spoke.» «Neither did I.» I picked up a pillow, thrust it into a pillow case and tossed it onto the bed. «Is it a man or a woman?» asked Jane, gently easing another pillow into a pillow case and placing it on the bed. «Neither, it’s a child. A little girl. Her name’s Beth» Jane came and sat next to me on the bed. «Tell me Beth’s story.» «Well,» I said, «you know we bought this house about eight months ago. Just after we moved in I was woken one night by a voice calling ‘Mamma, Mamma’. At first I thought it was the wind whistling round the house but I got out of bed and opened the bedroom door. The voice of a child.» «And you didn’t see anyone,» said Jane. «That’s right. I went all over the house.» Jane looked thoughtful. «What about your husband?» «Derek sleeps like a log, he never heard a thing. Besides he takes a very dim view of ghosts. You saw his reaction earlier.» Jane frowned. «How do you know her name’s Beth?» «The previous owners were the Bensons. I phoned Mrs. Benson after I heard Beth and she told me the history of this house – that it really is haunted. She too heard Beth only once, just after they moved in, but her husband never heard a thing.» I told Jane that, apparently, in Victorian times, the house was a charity boarding school run by the Church. It was for the daughters of distressed gentlefolk. «Beth’s parents put her here,» I said, «because her mother was too ill t look after her. Beth was seven. That Christmas holiday she and about ten other little girls didn’t go home because their parents couldn’t care for them and there was an outbreak of diphtheria and…» «And Beth died,» said Jane quietly. I nodded. Jane and I sat side by side on the bed, lost in our own thoughts. I could well imagine this house over a hundred years ago, freezing cold that December.

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Jane looked round the room and shivered. «I suppose this could have been part of one of the dormitories.» As we spread the eiderdown over the bed I told Jane about one mother who came to collect daughter. She heard Beth murmuring something from her bed. Beth already had a high fever but over and over again, in her small hoarse voice, repeated, ‘Mamma’s coming for me , Mamma’s coming for me.’ But Beth died and her mother never came. Lying beside Derek in the bed that night I slept on and off, the snow keeping up its relentless pounding on the windows. Suddenly I heard a voice. It was Beth’s voice. Startled I lay still and listened. Yes, there it was again-a small, thin voice, ‘Mamma, Mamma’. Rigid with fright I could barely breath. Derek was sound asleep, an arm flung across my body. Managing to lift it I wriggled out of bed. I slid into my slippers I could hear Beth calling for her mother. In spite of the howling blizzard I could tell the voice was now coming from downstairs. Beth was downstairs! I crept silently down the stairs and saw a light under the living room door. I held by breath and pushed the door open. Something, a vision, on its way through the door that led to the kitchen, flashed before my eyes. My heart thumped as I raced across the room and hurled open the kitchen door. I started at the figure in the kitchen. It was Jane. «Jane, where is she? Did you see her?» «Who?» «Who!» I almost yelled. «Why, Beth of course!» Jane wrapped the blue dressing gown I had lent her round her slight frame. «I haven’t seen anyone,» she stammered. «I couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d come down and make myself a cup of tea. I hope you don’t mind.» I went up to her and took her hand. «I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that. Of course I don’t mind. In fact I think I’ll join you in that cup of tea. It’s just that I heard Beth calling and I actually saw her. For the first time I saw her.» After breakfast Thomas and Jane decided to try to make for their car. The blizzard had stopped and the air was still.

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«if I can clear the windscreen and the road’s not impassable then we’ve got a good chance of making it,» said Thomas, shaking Derek and me vigorously by the hand. «Thank you so much for putting us up for the night.» Jane kissed me. «Thank you so much for everything,» she said softly, giving me a spontaneous hug. Derek opened the front door. It was a bright clear morning. Blanket of snow stretched as far the eye could see. We watched Thomas and Jane trudge through the snow until they were out of sight. Derek started to close the front door, then stopped. «Look, Jenny, look!» «What is it?» something in his voice terrified me. I turned back and looked outside. «I don’t see anything.» «Don’t you see, in the snow,» Derek gasped, «the footprints.» I started at the snow. There weren’t two sets of footprints leading from our front door, but there! Two adult size and one smaller set, the footprints of a child! «Derek. Oh Derek. It’s Beth. Her mother’s come for her after all!» ( Sandra Golding is identified as the author of this Work).

9.1. ASSIGNMENTS: Ex. I. Answer the questions: 1. What was the weather look like that day? 2. What were Derek and Jenny talking about that blizzard evening? 3. Whose car was abandoned on the main road and why? 4. Was house-hunting got strand by Thomas and Jane and why? 5. Did Langley Farm exist in their Derbyshire? 6. Money were not taken from those two strangers because of what? 7. Why did Jane ask Jennifer to tell a story about Beth? 8. What didn’t Jane give to sleep that night? 9. Something in Derek’s voice terrified Jane, what was it? 10. Do you believe in ghosts?

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Ex. II. Match the two halves of the sentences: 1. The snowstorm had gathered momentum 2. We sat in front of the large log fire in the living room, 3. I’m sure I’m going to make an excellent farmer and,» he continued giving me a wink, 4. «Well,» I ploughed on, ignoring Derek’s angry stare,

a. Her mother’s come for her after all!» b. «We’ve got a ghost. The house is haunted.» c. I could hear Beth calling for her mother.

d. sipped our hot chocolate and watched the flames chase each other up the chimney 5. Just after we moved in e. because their parents couldn’t care for them and there was an outbreak of diphtheria and… 6. I told Jane that, apparently, in f. and echoed round the large Victorian times, farmhouse. 7. That Christmas holiday she and g. I was woken one night by about ten other little girls didn’t go a voice calling: «Mamma, home Mamma» 8. I slid into my slippers

h. «you are going to make an excellent farmer’s wife». 9. It’s just that I heard Beth calling i. the house was a charity boarding school run by the Church. 10. «Oh Derek. It’s Beth.» j. and I actually saw her. Ex. III. Use the required tense instead of the infinitives in brackets: 1. The windscreen’s completely_____ with snow and our view _____ . ( cover, obliterate) 2. He and Thomas _____ on and I suddenly _____ that Jane Yates _____ not attempt to _____ in the conversation; indeed she not _____ one word except for _____ me for the snack. ( chat, realize, attempt, join, say, thank) 3. She not _____ any further information and_____ back to studying her hands. (volunteer, go) 4. Two hours later the snow _____ thicker and faster than ever. (fall)

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5. Thomas and Jane_____ at me, their_____ eyes big as saucers. (look, enquire) 6. I_____ up the bed in one of the guest rooms.(make) 7. Beth already_____ a high fever but over and over again, in her small voice,_____ , ‘Mamma’s _____ for me, Mamma’s _____ for me’. But Berth _____ and her mother never_____ .( have, repeat, come(3),die) 8. «I _____not _____ anyone,» she _____ . «I _____ not _____ . I _____ I _____ down and_____ myself a cup of tea. I _____ you _____ not mind » (have, see, stammer, can, sleep, think, come, make, hope, do ) 9. « Of course I _____ not mind. In fact I _____ I_____ you in that cup of tea.( do, think, join) 10. « Derek. Oh Derek. It’s Beth. Her mother_____ for her after all!» ( come) Ex. IV.Fill in the gaps with appropriate words given below. Choose the right word among four options: 1.The snow_____ at the windows as if trying to force its way into the house. a. hit b. beat c. blow d. pound 2. We sat in front of the large log fire in the living room, sipped our hot chocolate and watched the_____ chase each other up the chimney. a. blazes b. burn c. flames d. brightness 3. Still, in this economic climate, it’s not the cleverest time to start up a new ____. a. chance b. stake c. venture d. adventure 4. The windscreen’s completely covered with snow and our view’s been____ . a. built b. constructed c. created d. obliterated 5. My wife and I have had to_____ our car on the main road. a. defend b. abandon c. keep d. control 6. Slowly Jane raised her head and looked at me with large_____ eyes. a. solemn b. bright c. cheerful d. comical 7. That_____ holiday she and about ten other little girls didn’t go home because their parents couldn’t care for them.

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a. New Year b. Banking c. Naurys d. Christmas 8. _____I lay still and listened. a. Amazed b. Startled c. Happy d. Bored 9. In spite of the howling _____I could tell the voice was now coming from downstairs. a. rain b. sunny day c. evening d. blizzard 10. « Who!» I almost _____ . a. yelled b. sounded c. murmured d. whisper Ex. V. Translate the following sentences: 1. I hope Nigel gets home in one piece. 2. His sense of humour was one. 3. Well, he wouldn’t catch me out again. 4. I was still terribly childish in lots of ways. 5. I’m afraid the wipers have given up the battle. 6. The houses are very far flung in this part of Derbyshire. 7. I slept on and off, the snow keeping up its relentless pounding on the windows. 8. Rigid with fright I could barely breath. 9. After breakfast Thomas and Jane decided to try to make for their car. 10.Her mother’s come for her after all! Ex. VI. Give synonyms to the word ‘’ blizzard’’ Ex. VII. Role-Play: 1. Derek and Jane are talking about easier ways of making a living. 2. A talk between Derek and Thomas in a Victorian house, built about 1850. 3. A talk between Beth other girls who didn’t go home. Ex. VIII. Write a story about a ghost, you may take one of the stories from the books that you have read or saw in films. Ex. IX. Imagine the end of the story. Ex. X. Crossword to Beth’s Story Find definitions in the text to the following words.

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Across: 1) n. -noblesse 3) n. - a blinding storm of wind and snow 5) n. – a person or thing that is annoying or troublesome 7) n. – an infectious disease of the throat 10) adj.- without pity, not allowing anything to keep one form what one is doing or trying to do 11) n.- a thick piece of unshaped wood 13) n. – a strong, sudden stream (of air) 15) n.- the amount or force of motion in a moving body 16) v. to make a quick and clever or angry reply 19) adj. (of voices, shouts ect) rough; harsh 21) n. – foolishness; foolish words; actions ect; something that is ridiculous 23) adj. –very strict, and not likely to change 25) v. –to turn over (the earth) with such a tool 26) v.- to stare fiercely and angrily Down: 2) n. – on or from the outside; outer ( of something or someone) 4) n. – a transparent (usually glass) screen above the dashboard of a car 6) n. – an undertaking or scheme that involves some risk 8) adj. – not bright or distinct 9) adj. – inhabited by ghosts 12) n. – a sudden beginning ( usually of something unpleasant) 14) n. – the mark or impression of a feet 17) v. – to smile broadly 18) past tense – something has been repeated or resounded 20) n. - a heavy fall of snow especially accompanied by a strong wind 22) v. to change direction suddenly 24) adv. – energetically, forcefully, strongly, all out, hard

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Gloria accelerated away from the house. Relief swept over her. She would never be going back. Back to her husband, Tim. He would find the envelope with his name written neatly on it in his desk drawer in the study when he returned from his trip to the Paris office. The desk drawer was the place they left each other notes, away from the scrutiny of Mrs. Maggs as she flicked around with the duster. Gloria glanced at her watch. Tim would be at Heathrow Airport by now, waiting to board his afternoon flight. She headed out of a misty London and down to the little hotel by the river where she had so often met Simon for stolen hours of ecstacy. The car crunched over a blanket of crisp autumn leaves in the hotel’s car park. Gloria maneuvered the car in next to Simon’s. She took her overnight bag into the hotel, leaving her other luggage in the car. Simon didn’t know she had left Tim for him, and it was with a pounding heart that she knocked on the bedroom door. Simon threw open the door. His dark good looks always took her breath away. Gently, he pulled her into the room pushing the door closed with his foot as he drew her into his arms. Simon’s lips brushed Gloria’s auburn hair. They traveled down her face, searching for her mouth. With love and longing running through her, Gloria hungrily returned his kiss. «Simon». She took a deep breath. «I’ve something to tell you». She flung her things onto a chair and turned and faced him. «I’ve…» «And», interrupted Simon quickly, «I’ve something to tell you…» He broke off. «But mine can wait. Go ahead». A sense of foreboding shot through Gloria. «What I’ve got to say isn’t important», she said as she sank down weak-kneed on the edge of the bed.

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«The firm’s won a contract to rebuild a chunk of Kuwait, you know, after the Gulf War». He could hardly keep the excitement out of his voice. Sitting down beside Gloria he took her ice cold hand. «They want me to go out there». He turned his head away. «I’m leaving next week. I’m going to miss you, Gloria». «How long will you be gone?» «Five, ten years». «But what about us?» Gloria snatched her hand away and stared at Simon. He sighed. «You’ll always be very special to me, you know that». «Well», Gloria stifled a sob, «can’t I come along too? I mean, you told me you loved me». Simon rose to his feet and paced the room; he ran his hand through his thick hair. «I’d love you to come along, you know that. But the reason they’ve picked me is because I’m divorced. No families, no partners allowed. I’ll probably be living in a tent for the first year». He gave a thin laugh. «If I refuse to go», he went on, «it’s redundancy for me. Architects are being made redundant in droves. And where would I get another job? I’m over fortyfive, remember. Gloria, listen to me». Simon crossed the room and sat on the bed holding Gloria gently by the shoulders. «You’ve got Tim. You’ll be all right with him. Accountants always do well out of a recession. You know I’ve always loved driving down from Birmingham to meet you here». He stopped and looked around. «I’ll always remember this room, and us». Gloria stared in shocked silence at Simon. Her whole world had just collapsed. She twisted her white hands in her lap, hearing Simon somewhere in the distance. She thought back to when they first met. She and Tim had been introduced to him at a cocktail party given by a business friend of Tim last Christmas. Gloria had been dazzled by this tall, dark stranger. He was everything

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Tim wasn’t. Charming, debonair and attentive. Tim was dull, hardly ever taking her anywhere. Life with him was a cheerless existence of getting from one twenty-four hours to the next. Two weeks later the phone rang. «Hello, this is Simon Carter. We met at the Clarkson’s Christmas party. Do you remember me?» Gloria could hardly breathe. She’d been thinking of no one else since that party. «No, I’m afraid I don’t remember. I expect it’s my husband you’re after. You’ll need the office number.» «Ah, but it’s not him I’m phoning.» And he asked her out for dinner and of course she said no, she was a happily married woman. Gloria was used to putting on a front to the outside world. To the outside world she and Tim were an ideal couple, admired and envied. She often thought if they’d had children things would have been different. She and Tim had met at university and married as soon as they graduated. She didn’t really love him but saw him more as an escape route from home. She had naively believed marriage meant independence. In all the years they’d been married she’d never had a job. Tim believed a woman’s place was firmly in the home. But he didn’t mind her doing good works in the local community. «Why don’twe get dressed up and go to the West End for a night out?» Gloria suggested to Tim the day after Simon’s call. «Tim, are you listening to me!» he was sitting his desk in the study. He laid his pen down on the ledger he’d been poring over and glanced up. «Glo, I’ve got to go over these figures tonight. Why don’t you read a book?» He adjusted his glasses and returned to his sums. «I don’t have to put up with this you know!» Gloria stormed, «I’m still young. Plenty of men find me attractive.» «Darling!» Shocked at this outburst Tim rose and put his arms round his wife. «No one could love you or find you more attractive than I do.» He looked at her searchingly, an anxious expression in his eyes. «You wouldn’t ever leave me, would you?» Leave? Gloria had nowhere to go and no one to go to. And worst of all, no money and no job. The world had changed, had moved on. Everything was computers and wordprocessors, software and hardware. There was a new language and she had been left behind. She realized

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only too well that she was long past her sell-by date if and when jobs were being dished out. She shook her head. «No, I won’t be leaving.» When Simon phoned the second time Gloria agreed to have dinner with him at a little hotel he knew by the river. It was arranged they would meet when Tim was abroad for a couple of nights the following week. «I just can’t stay in this house on my own and more when you’re away!» Gloria suddenly declared at breakfast the day before Tim’s departure. «Oh?» Slowly Tim lowered the Financial Times and frowned. «What did you have in mind?» She hesitated. «I thought I’d go to Doreen’s,» she began, as, casually, she spread the marmalade. «You remember her – another volunteer with Meals on Wheels.» Gloria bit into the toast. «She’s got a spare room now her daughter’s just got married. Actually, I had a word with her and she said I can stay whenever you’re away.» «I see.» Tim picked up his newspaper again. «Yes. So I thought I’d go tomorrow and stay while you’re in Amsterdam.» Gloria waited for a reaction. «I think that’s a good idea. You know how I worry about leaving you on your own.» Idly he turned the pages. «Let me have a note the phone number, will you.» Gloria hated having to embroil Doreen in the deception. Yes, if Tim phoned she’d say Gloria hadn’t arrived yet, had just left, had gone out or was in the bath – whatever was appropriate. She’d furnished Doreen with the hotel’s phone number just so she could alert her if Tim phoned. «I haven’t done this sort of thing before, you know,» Gloria shyly informed Simon as they ate their dinner by candlelight on that first date. «And what sort of thing is that?» he enquired, a twinkle in his eyes. «Well, you know…» Gloria stopped, confused. She felt herself going red. Was she reading more into this dinner date with Simon than he’d meant? «Yes, I know,» he replied, with a wink. They became lovers that night. They always met at the same hotel,

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taking the same room, whenever Tim was abroad. As far as he was concerned Gloria was staying with Doreen and, thankfully, had never phoned her there. January blossomed into May and May mellowed into October. Gloria had never been happier, or felt more alive. Now Simon was telling her he was off to Kuwait, and, with a pain surging through her almost too unbearable to endure, Gloria realized she would never see him again. Tim would return from Paris tomorrow and she’d go back home to him Gloria sighed. Where’d she got the idea that Simon would have wanted her to live with him in Birmingham, or anywhere else for that matter? She smiled at him and tenderly kissed his cheek. «I don’t want to hurt you, Gloria, you know that. It’s just that I can’t give up this chance.» «I know, Simon,» she whispered. «I wish you all the luck in the world. You will think of me some time, won’t you?» Fighting the lump in her throat, Gloria walked over to the TV and turned it on. The news reader was saying something about fog stretching across the Channel. Shocked back into life, Gloria looked intently at the screen. There had been no flights to or from the Continent the entire afternoon. The shot switched to Heathrow airport, with pictures of passengers sitting glumly on their luggage. All Continental flights had been cancelled until tomorrow! Dashing over to the window Gloria peered out into the swirling fog that had descended over the hotel. If Tim had managed to get home he’d have found her letter telling him she’d found happiness elsewhere! She snatched up her belongings and headed for the door. «Gloria!» demanded Simon. «What’s the matter, where are you going?» In a stride he’d put himself between her and the door. «Aren’t we going to spend our last night together?» «Simon, for goodness sake get out of my way,» she implored, giving him a push. «Didn’t you see the news? Tim’ll probably have gone back home.» She wracked her brain for an excuse – «I don’t want him phoning Doreen’s.»

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«Just a minute.» He put a restraining hand in her arm. «When you arrived here this evening you said you’d something to tell me.» «Did I? I’ve forgotten what it was. It couldn’t have been important.» Gloria’s mind raced as she threaded her way home through the fog. If Tim had got there ahead of her and found the note, what could the say? He’d feel wounded and betrayed. She’d tell him she couldn’t go through with him. Yes, that was it - she’d say loved him more than she realized. It was late by the time Gloria arrived home. Tim’s car was parked in the driveway. Biting her lip, Gloria opened the front door. All was dark and silent. She crossed the hall and went into the study. Shaking, she made her way to the desk and, with a trembling hand, tugged the drawer open. Relief! The envelope was there just as she’d left it. She crushed it in her hand and shoved it in her handbag. Wearily, she climbed the stairs to bed and Tim. The beam of light from the landing shot across the bed. Tim was sound asleep. Gloria recognized the figure lying in his arms. It was Doreen. (Sandra Golding is identified as the author of this Work)

10.1. ASSIGNMENTS: Ex. I. Answer the questions. 1. Why did Gloria accelerate away from her house? 2. Where did Gloria decide to leave the envelope with the name of her husband? 3. Where was Simon going next week? 4. Where had Gloria and Tim been introduced to Simon? 5. What was Tim often doing at home after work? 6. What did she furnish Doreen with? 7. Did Simon and Gloria become lovers? 8. Did Tim read the letter Gloria left in the drawer? 9. What were the actions of Doreen? 10. How do you predict the end of the story?

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Ex. II. Mark the sentences T (true) or F (false). 1. Gloria would never be going back to her husband. 2. Gloria accelerated away tom the little hotel by the river. 3. Simon didn’t want to go to Kuwait. 4. Gloria didn’t like Simon from the first sight. 5. Gloria never had a job. 6. Gloria didn’t love Tim but saw him more as an escape route from home. 7. Gloria didn’t return home, she stayed in the hotel. 8. When Gloria returned home she saw the envelope wasn’t in the drawer. 9. Gloria wanted Tim to feel wounded and betrayed. 10. Gloria recognized the figure of Doreen lying in the arms of her husband. Ex. III. Fill in prepositions. 1. Relief swept ____ her. 2. Tim would be ____ Heathrow Airport ____ now. 3. « I’ve something to tell you» He broke ____ . 4. « What I’ve got to say isn’t important», she said as she sank ____ weak- kneed ____ the edge ____ the bed. 5. He could hardly keep the excitement ____ his voice. 6. He turned his head ____. 7. Gloria snatched her hand ____ and stared ____ Simon. 8. Simon rose ____ his feet and paced the room, he ran his hand ____ his thick hair. 9. « I’d love you to come ____ you know that». 10. « If I refuse to go,» he went ____,» it’s redundancy ____ me». Ex. IV. Match the definitions. 1. accelerate a) 2. glance at b) 3. mist c) 4. manoeuvre d) 5. pull in e) 6. longing f)

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Ex. V. Find the right word out of four options. 1. Simon’s lips brushed Gloria’s _____ hair. a) brown b) red c) reddish- brown d) reddish 2. Her whole world had just _____ . a) broken down b) collapsed c) went down d) fall down 3. Gloria had naively believed marriage meant _____ . a) home rules b) autonomy c) independence d) dependence 4. He _____ his glasses and returned to his sums. a) adjusted b) regulated c) ordered d) adapt 5. « I don’t have to _____ with this you know!» a) reject b) destroy c) put up d) oppose 6. « Darling!» Shocked at this _____ Tim rose and put his arms round his wife. a) attack b) explosion c) storm d) outburst 7. It was _____ they would meet when Tim was abroad for a couple of nights the following week. a) organized b) adjusted c) ranged d) arranged 8. Now Simon was telling her he was off to Kuwait, and, with a _____ surging through, Gloria realized she would never see him again. a) ache b) pain c) hurt d) discomfort 9. I don’t want to _____ you, Gloria, you know that. a) ache b) pain c) hurt d) discomfort 10. Gloria crushed the letter in her hand and _____ it into her handbag. a) shoved b) pushed c) pulled d) took Ex. VI. Open the brackets and use passives. 1. The envelope with his name written neatly on it would_____ (find) in his desk. 2. The car _____ ( manoeuvre) by Gloria in next to Simon’s. 3. Gloria _____ ( take) by his dark good looks. 4. The reason they had picked him up to rebuild a chunk of Kuwait was because he _____( divorce).

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5. « How long will you _____ ( go) ?» 6. In all the years they _____ ( marry) she’d never had a job. 7. Going to the West End for a night out _____ ( suggest) by Tom the day after Simon’s call. 8. His glasses _____ ( adjust) by him and then he returned to his sums. 9. Everything was computers and wordprocessors, software and hardware and then was a new language where she _____ (leave ) behind. 10. It _____ ( arrange) they would meet when Tim was abroad for a couple of nights the following week. Ex. VII. Find synonyms to the following words and word phrases in the text. 1. move faster/ hurry 2. neatly 3. close examination 4. heart hitting heavily and repeatedly 5. reddish- brown 6. exploring 7. attentively 8. extend 9. for the purpose of 10. fell fear

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A week ago today a young Iranian hijacked a British Airways One Eleven flying from Manchester to Heathrow. He was using a metal replica gun which could just as easily have been real. To check out the new and exciting security system introduced with much self congratulation by British Airways over the last few days, I flew from Heathrow to Manchester and back yesterday. On each flight I carried two «guns « – an expensive collector’s replica of a Walther PPK automatic, made of metal and identical in every respect to the real thing, and a 2sp plastic pistol bought from Woolworth’s in Holborn on Friday. In case metal detectors were in use (they weren’t) I packed the gun in tissue paper inside a new metal coffee pot I had been given for Christmas. That I packed in a briefcase along with some dirty laundry. The idea was that if metal showed up on any detector I would produce the coffee pot and hope the tissue paper would remain untouched. The plastic gun I stuffed inside my bikini-style underpants; the resulting bulge emphasized my virility but didn’t look too obscenely obvious. I killed a happy half hour at Heathrow before check-in time wandering round the bookstalls, looking for toy guns and asking for books on hijacking. They hadn’t any; a kindly sales lady recommended Agatha Christie’s ‘Passenger to Frankfurt’ but it was out of stock. A disastrously slow, bad, and expensive breakfast enabled me to throw a calculated tantrum shouting that if security was as bad as the service, then anyone could hijack a plane any time they wished. No response. So to Securicor. A half-hearted search of my two briefcases. No attempt to open that coffee pot. Body search from a young man whom I deliberately upset by the subtle use of psychological warfare-‘Give us a kiss, love,’ I demanded as he reached gingerly up my inside leg. After that he was in no mood to proceed farther.

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Once BA 4064 to Manchester was safely in the air I took myself off to the loo and retrieved the guns. I walked back to my aisle seat 11c with the guns concealed as best I could in my hands. For the rest of the flight I sat with them half-hidden in my lap, reading an American paperback, The Fall of a President, by the staff of the Washington Post. Luckily the seats next to mine were empty and no one paid any attention to me. At Manchester I had a quick coffee and caught the same One Eleven (now called BA 4069) back. This time I had a nasty moment with Securicor. The baggage lady took the coffee pot from my briefcase, opened it and removed the first few wads of tissue paper, then she got bored and replaced them. Had she continued she would have found my Walther automatic. Body search again half-hearted and searcher again thrown by my merry cry of ‘ Give us a kiss, love’ at the crucial moment. Another nasty incident when a chap who looked like a plain-clothed cop, and who had flown out with me, accosted me boarding the plane. But he was just being friendly. He had had to drop some papers in Manchester and come straight back and assumed I was doing the same. Wasn’t it a bore? Oh yes! Except that I was sitting on aisle seat 12d, the return flight was a rerun of the outward journey. The secretary of BALPA’s (the pilot’s trade union) security committee, Mr. Gordon Hurley,told me last night that the news of my trip was ‘absolutely startling and extremely frightening for pilots who had expected better security’. At his request I am forwarding my report to BALPA which plans to raise it with the Government’s National Council as a matter of urgency. British Airways told me they were ‘investigating the circumstances’ but would hear no more from them for reasons of security. The Department of Trade said last night it was ‘seriously disturbed’ by my journey and had ordered an immediate investigation. ‘It shows that security arrangements are still not perfect,’ a spokesman said. ‘Every passenger on internal flights will now be thoroughly searched even if it means more inconvenience and delays.’ Securicor admitted that their searches were not 100 per cent effective

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but they were ‘ doing their best.’ The company wondered whether trips like mine were counter-productive because they drew attention to weak spots. At the end of a flight it is usual for pilots to wish passengers a safe journey. My pilot both ways was a Captain Armstrong. I wish him safe journeys in future. But unless security is tightened on internal flights I wouldn’t bank on it. ( ReportinThe Gardian by John Torode)

11.1. ASSIGNMENTS: Ex. 1. Answer the questions. 1. What did a young Iranian hijacker do? 2. What did a young Iranian use to hijack a British airways One Eleven flying from Manchester to Heathrow ? 3. Why did John Torode fly from Heathrow to Manchester and then back to Heathrow ? 4. Where did John Torode carry two guns? 5. How did he pack the gun? 6. In what way did John Torode kill a happy half an hour at Heathrow? 7. Why did he say « Give me a kiss, love», to Securicor at Heathrow? 8. How did Seciricor examine John Torode’s baggage at Manchester airport? 9. Where did he send his report about his flight from Heathrow to Manchester and back? 10. Did BALPA take any measures to secure flights after his report in 1990s? Ex. II. Choose the best answer to each question. 1. The purpose of the author’s flight to Manchester and back was_____. a. to try to hijack a plane b. if the security system was efficient as the airline said c. to deliver some papers d.to try to smuggle some guns through the customs

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2.He took_____ . a. one real gun and one toy gun b. a real gun and a collector’s replica c. two toy guns d. two different kinds of imitation gun 3.He put one gun inside a coffee pot because_____ . a. this would make it invisible to a metal detector b) person looking for guns would get bored before looking in the coffee pot c) the dirty laundry in the briefcase would put the security guards off, so that they would not look carefully at the coffee pot d)the coffee pot would provide an explanation if the security guards used a machine which showed that he had metal in his luggage 4.He put the plastic gun_____ . a. inside the clothes he was wearing b. inside the dirty laundry in his briefcase. c. in his coffee pot d. in his bikini. 5.Before getting on the plane at Heathrow_____ . a. he tried to talk to people about security b. he tested the airport facilities c. his happy half hour was spoilt because he could not buy what he wanted d. he tried to draw attention to himself. 6.He prevented the security guards at Heathrow and Manchester from finding one of hisguns by_____ . a. throwing a tantrum b. behaving like a homosexual. c. kissing them d. making them laugh. 7. During the flight he_____ . a. hid his guns b. carried them openly c. half- hid them d. used a book to hide them. 8. On the return flight he traveled by_____ . a. the same plane, with the same captain, but a different flight number; he sat in the same seat b. a different plane of the same type, but with the same captain; he sat in a different place c. the same plane, with the same flight number and crew; he sat in a different seat. d. the same plane with the same captain, but a new flight number; he sat in a different seat. 9. Securicor is_____ .

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a. a secret anti-hijacker organization b. a company that provides security guards c. another word for the customs d. a branch of the police. 10. Why did the other man accost the narrator at Manchester airport, according to the text? a. He was bored b. He was friendly c. He was a policeman, but not in uniform, and suspected the narrator d. He was a policeman, but not in uniform; he did not suspect the narrator Ex. III. Match equivalents. 1. replica 2. security 3. detector 4. stuffed 5. virility 6. wander 7. disastrous 8. tantrum 9. retrieve 10. remove

a) discover b) vigour c) outburst d) carry off e) copy f) get back g) protection h) pushed i) catastrophic j) roam

Ex. IV. Open the brackets , put the verbs in the correct form. 1. I _______( pack) the gun in tissue paper inside a new metal coffee pot I _____(give) for Christmas. 2. The idea ______( be) that if metal showed up on any detector I ____ (produce) the coffee pot. 3. I _____ ( walk) back to my aisle seat 11 c with the guns ____ (conceal) as best I _____ ( can) in my hands. 4. At Manchester I _____ ( have) a quick coffee and _____(catch) the same One Eleven back. 5. He _____ ( had) to drop some papers in Manchester. 6. I _____ ( sit) on aisle seat 12d. 7.At his request I _____ ( forward) my report to BALPS which _____ ( plan, raise) it with the Government’s National Aviation Security Council as a matter of urgency.

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8. British Airways _____ ( tell) me they _____ (be) « investigating the circumstances» but I _____ will hear)) no more from them for reasons of security. 9. The Department of Trade______ ( say) last night it _____ ( be) « seriously _____ (disturb)» by my journey and _____ ( order) an immediate investigation. 10. « Every passenger on internal flights _____ ( will) now thoroughly ____ ( search) even if it _____ ( means) more inconvenience and delays.» Ex. V. Role- Play. A. At a check in. Student A is a Securicor. Students B,C are passengers. Securicor suspects passengers in their attempts to take out -of- law things aboard. B. On board of a plane. Student A is a stewardess ( steward). Student B is a passenger. A stewardess pays attention to a strange behaviour of one of the passengers, who was spinning his case for a long time. His behaviour irritates passengers next to him and they suspect him in having some out-of -lawful things. C. Organize a talk between the narrator of the story and BALPA Ex. VI. Work in pairs, make up a dialogue and then act it out. Speak about the situation in Kazakhstan. The following questions will help you to warm-up your understanding the topic and find the stream of your dialogue. Prepare your own questions. 1. Are there any special laws to prevent hijacking in your country? 2. What cases of hijacking do you know? 3. What types of courts investigate cases of hijacking? 4. Does a jury system take part in the investigation of such cases?

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5. Does a jury system exit in all countries? 6. Is a number of jurors in different countries the same? 7. Do you consider a jury system a perfect one? 8. What do you know about a jury system in Kazakhstan? 9. What other world terroristic actions, except hijacking, do you know? 10. What should the countries do to prevent hijacking? Ex. VII. Choose the right word out of four options. 1. Under the _____ judicial power is carried out through constitutional, judicial, civil, administrative, criminal and other types of judicial procedure as establishment by law in Kazakhstan. a) Law b) Decree c) Constitution d) Issue 2. The courts of Kazakhstan, the _____ of the republic and the local courts of the Republic are established by law. a) County Court b) Supreme Court c) Federal Court d) Magistrate Court 3. Judges are citizens of the 1._____ who have attained the age 2._____ years, have a high education, length of service of not less than two years in the legal profession and pass qualification exam. 1.a) Republic b) City c) Foreign Country d) Region 2.a) 25 b) 26 c) 27 d) 28 4. Additional requirements for judges of courts may be established by _____. a) decree b) order c) charter d) law 5.The Supreme Court of Kazakhstan as the highest 1.____ body for civil, criminal, and other cases which are under the courts general 2.____. 1.a) legal b) official c) district d) judicial 2.a) authority b) command c) control d) jurisdiction 5. The chair person of the Supreme Court, the chairperson of the Collegium’s and Judge of the Supreme Court are elected by the 1._____ on the nomination of the Judicial 2. _____ of the Republic. 1.a) mazhilice b) President c) law d) senate 2.a) Assembly b) Board c) Cabinet d) Council 7. The Chairperson and judge of the court of the Republic shall be

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appointed by the President on the proposal of the _____ of Justice based on the recommendation of the Qualification Collegium of the Justice. a) Administrator b) Executive c) Minister d) Diplomat 8.The Highest Judicial Council is headed by the _____ and consists of the Chairperson of the Constitutional and Council, the Chairperson of the Supreme Court, Procurator General, the Minister of Justice, deputies of Senate, and the person appointed by the President. a) Chairperson b) President c) Presider d) Spokesman 9.The Qualification Collegium of the Justice is composed of the deputies of the Mazhilis, judges, public prosecutors, teachers and workers of the bodies of the _____ . a) law b) honesty c) legality d) justice Ex. VIII. Make up a project what the Government or other Bodies should do to fight with the problem of terrorism. Ex. IX. Open a group discussion and act out a situation similar to the one given in the text as terrorism is an issue about which people all over the world are concerned.

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KEYS TO THE ASSIGNMENTS Murder in the library Ex. II. 1F, 2F, 3F, 4T, 5F, 6T, 7F, 8F, 9f, 10T Ex. III. 1. He, your, you, you, him 2. him, 3. you, my, they 4. I, he 5. your, I, them 6. I, them 7. You 8. I, he 9. he, 10. him Ex. IV. 1. to 2. of 3. By, in, of 4. in 5. with, to 6. in, at, of 7. of, in, at, of Ex. V. 1. was crying 2. are, said 3. are drunk 4. am, argued, was slurred, were rolling 5. have seen, tell, are drunk 6. do not know, are crying, sneered, wiping 7. was, hid 8. am, moaned 9. will, said 10. had 11. had 12. was 13. took, wiped, wiped, wiped 14. is Ex. VI. 1a, 2b, 3d, 4a, 5c, 6b, 7d, 8c, 9d, 10d Ex. VII. Speak on the problems the youth face in today’s life and the ways to overcome them. Ex. VIII. Self-study work: Make a project what the Government or other Bodies should do to fight with the problem of drugs? Out to Empress Ex. II. 1F, 2F, 3T, 4F, 5F, 6T, 7T, 8F Ex. III. 1.cloudy, 2. active, 3. unimportant, 4. disapprove, 5. easy/ lazy, 6. discomfort, 7. unimpressive/ordinary, 8. calm/ comfort, 9. worse, 10. old Ex. IV. 1. we have your, 2. keep working, 3. want to impress, 4. That is rather, 5. would love to, 6. I was having Rob’s, 7. irritation out of, 8. Should I have Ex. V. 1e, 2g, 3b, 4h, 5f , 6a, 7c, 8d Ex. VI. 1a, 2.a, 3.the, 4.The, 5.The, 6. a, 7. an, 8. a, an, 9. the, a, 10. a Ex. VII. 1.parenthesis, 2. smile, 3. late, 4. detached, 5. cooked chicken, 7. darling, 8. hair, 9. got down, 10. laugh. Going Places Ex. II. 1.b 2.c 3.d 4.b 5. a 6.c 7. c 8. d 9.a 10. c

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Ex. III. 1. have 2. can 3. should 4. could 5. can 6. should 7. should 8. could 9. should 10. could Ex. IV. 1. got 2. got 3. got 4. made 5. get 6. get 7. got 8. made 9. get 10. Got Ex. VIII. 1. May 2. Mediterranean (Sea) 3. Going places 4. Milkshake 5. Shelf 6. Mark 7. Stepfather 8. Kirsty 9. Honeymoon 10. Saturday 11. Strangers The Letter Ex. II. 1d, 2h, 3b, 4j, 5 a, 6 k, 7 e, 8 g, 9 c, 10 f Ex. III. 1. don’t mind, 2. glanced round the room, 3. fashionable London gardens, 4. my eyes darted to, 5. trotted off, 6. was packed, 7. flopped down the club room, 8. like the way, 9. pick up the food, 10. scrutinize the mail Ex. VI. 1.dislike, 2. leader, 3. hope, 4. lesser, 5. which endeared, 6. conjured, 7. meaning, 8. upset, 9. healthy Ex. VII. 1f, 2g, 3 h, 4 b, 5 c, 6 g, 7 d, 8 k, 9 a, 10 e Ex. VIII. 1. getting engaged, 2. winning, 3. reappearing, 4. being, 5. standing, 6. matching, 7. ringing, reading, 8. relaxed, 9. divorced, 10. hadn’t known Anne Boleyn Ex. II. 1.6 2.8 3.7 4.9 5.1 6.3 7.5 8.2 9.10 10.4 Ex. IV.1)1066; 1485 to 1603 2) 1536 3) 1837 4) 1992; 456 5) 1605 6) 1457; 1485 7) 1509 8) 1491 9) 1509 10) 1521;1714 11)1523 12) 1533 13) 1533 14) 456 15) 1543; 1547 16) 1547 17) 1553; 1558 18) 1558; 1559; 1603 19) 1509 20) 1926;1992 Ex. VIII. Across. 1. London 2. Greenwich 3. Catherine 4. Fawkes 5. Lieutenant’s 6. Shakespeare Down. 1. Tudor 2. Eighth 3. Chains 4. London 5. Victoria 6. Westminster Attention! For more information address to: www.britroyals.com. Romance in the Air Ex. II. Keys: Ex. II. 1.had brought 2.looked, see, sitting, wrestling, painted 3. entreated, got, play 4. was playing, sitting 5. Do, think,

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continued, pointing, squabbling, 6. have been 7. know, said, were, to stay 8. was holding 9.thought, would get, driving 10. marry, have got, made Ex. III. 1.by 2. from, 3. over, 4.As, ahead, of, on, into 5. up, 6.for, 7. through 8.of, out, of, of 9. In 10.without Ex. V. chime in, reply, chorus, remark, shrug, entreat. Close to the Edge Ex. II. 1a, 2d, 3b, 4b, 5c, 6d, 7c, 8c, 9d, 10c Ex. IV. 1.round, against, back 2.up for, on 3. in, 4. away 5.with, out 6. across 7. just, in 8. to 9. about 10.by, on, for, in Ex. V. 1.organised 2. threw, tapped, sounded 3. closed, hoped, would leave 4.had never been 5. glanced, leant 6. had been 7.had never given, 8.could 9. mingled, followed, joining 10. can, talk, Leave. Beth’s Story Ex. II. 1f, 2d, 3h, 4b, 5g, 6j, 7e, 8c, 9k, 10a Ex. III.1. ( covered, has been obliterated) 2.chatted, realized, didn’t attempt, join, hadn’t said, thanking 3.did not volunteer, wen 4.was falling 5. looked, enquiring 6. were making 7. had, repeated, coming (2), died, come 8. have, seen, stammered, could, sleep, thought, would come, make, hope, do 9. do, think, shall join 10. has come Ex. IV. 1.b 2.c 3.c 4. d 5.b 6.a 7. d 8.b 9.d 10.a Ex. VI. blinding storm of wind and snow, snowstorm, storm, blast, gale, squall, tempest Ex. X. Across: 1. gentlefolk 3. blizzard 5. nuisance 7. diphtheria 10. relentless 11.log 13.blast 15. momentum 16. retort 19. hoarse 21. nonsense 23. rigid 25.plough 26. Glare Down: 2.exterior 4.windscreen 6.venture 8.dim 9.haunted 12.outbreak 14.footprints 17.grin 18.echoed 20.snowstorm 22.veer 24.vigorously

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Be Mine Ex. II. 1F, 2 T, 3F, 4F, 5T, 6T, 7F, 8F, 9F, 10 T Ex. III. 1-over, 2-at, by, 3- off, 4- down, on, of, 5- out of, 6- away, 7- away, at, 8- to, through, 9- along, 10- on, for Ex. IV.1c, 2f, 3g, 4a, 5b, 6h, 7e, 8d Ex. V. 1c, 2b, 3c, 4a, 5c, 6d, 7d, 8b, 9c, 10a Ex. VI.1. be found, 2. Was maneuvered, 3. had been taken, 4. was divorced, 5. be gone, 6. had been married, 7. was suggested, 8. were adjusted, 9. had been left, 10. was arranged Ex. VII.1accelerate, 2. tidy, 3. scrutiny, 4. pounding heart, 5. auburn, 6. searching, 7. intently, 8. stretch, 9. for goodness sake, 10. tremble I Re-run the Replica Hijack Ex. 2. 1b, 2c, 3b, 4d, 5d, 6b, 7c, 8d, 9b, 10b, Ex. 3. 1e, 2g, 3a, 4h, 5b, 6j, 7i, 8c, 9f, 10d Ex. 4. 1. packed, had been given, 2. was, would produce, 3.walked, concealed, could, 4. had, caught, 5. had, had, 6. was sitting, 7. am forwarding, plans to raise, 8. told, were, would hear, 9.said, was, disturbed, had ordered, 10. will, be thoroughly searched, means Ex. 7. 1. c, 2. b, 3.a, a, 4. d, 5. d, c, 6. d, d, 7. c, 8. a , 9.d

CONTENT 1. INTRODUCTION TO «SELECTED STORIES» ................... 3 1.1. Methods of working with the teaching appliance rol-playing ................................................................. 9 2. MURDER IN THE LIBRARY .............................................. 11 2.1. Assignments ............................................................. 16 3. OUT TO MPRESS ............................................................. 20 3.1. Assignments ............................................................. 28 4. GOING PLACES .............................................................. 31 4.1. Assignments ............................................................. 37 5. THE LETTER ................................................................... 41 5.1. Assignments ............................................................. 45 6. ANNE BOLEYN ................................................................ 49 6.1. Assignments ............................................................. 62 7. ROMANCE IN THE AIR .................................................... 69 7.1. Assignments ............................................................. 75 8. CLOSE TO THE EDGE ..................................................... 78 8.1. Assignments ............................................................. 85 9. BETH’S STORY................................................................ 89 9.1. Assignments ............................................................. 94 10. BE MINE ....................................................................... 100 10.1. Assignments ........................................................... 105 11. I RE-RUN REPLICA HIJACK ........................................... 109 11.1. Assignments ........................................................... 111 Keys to the assignments ..................................................... 117

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