Учебно-методический комплекс учебной дисциплины иностранный язык (английский язык) Часть II. Методические рекомендации и план освоения дисциплины 031200. 00 а «Педагогика и методика начального образования»
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Примерные тексты для пересказа The TV Blackout Art Buchwald А week ago Sunday New York city had а blackout and all nine television stations in the area went out for several hours. This created tremendous crisis in families all over New York and proved that TV plays а much greater role in people's lives than anyone can imagine. For example, when the TV went off in the Bufkins's house panic set in. First Вufkins thought it was his set in the living-room, so he rushed into his bedroom and turned on that set. Nothing. The phone rang, and Mrs. Bufkins heard her sister in Manhattan tell her that there was а blackout. She hung up and said to her husband, "It isn't your set. Something's happened to the top of the Empire State Building." Bufkins looked at her and said, "Who are you?" "I'm your wife, Edith." "Oh," Bufkins said. "Then I suppose those kids in there are mine." "That's right," Mrs. Bufkins said. "If you ever got out of that armchair in front of the ТУ set you'd know who we are." "Oh! They've really grown," Bafkins said, looking at his son and daughter. "How old are they now?" "Thirteen and fourteen," Mrs. Bufkins replied. "Hi, kids!" "Who's he?" Bufkins's son, Henry asked. "It's your father," Mrs. Bufkins said. "I'm pleased to meet you," Bufkins's daughter, Mary said shyly. There was silence all around. "Look," said Bufkins finally. "I know I haven't been а good father but now that the TV's out I’d like to know you better." "How?" asked Henry. "Well, let's just talk," Bufkins said. "That's the best way to get to know each other." "What do you want to talk about?" Mary asked. "Well, to begin with, what school do you go to?" "We go to High School," Henry said. "So you are both in high school!" There was а dead silence. "What do you do?" Mary asked. "I'm an accountant," Bufkins said. "I thought you were а car salesman," Mrs. Bufkins said in surprise. "That was two years ago. Don't I tell you I changed jobs?" Bufkins said. "No, you didn't. You haven't told me anything for two years." "I'm doing quite well too," Bufkins said. "Then why am I working in а department store?" Mrs. Bufkins demanded. "Oh, are you still working in а department store? If I had known that, I would have told you could quit last year. You should have mentioned it," Bufkins said. There was more dead silence. Finally Henry said, "Hey, you want to hear me play the guitar?" "You know how to play the guitar? Say, didn't I have а daughter who played the guitar?" "That was Susie," Mrs. Bufkins said. "Where is she?" "She got married а year ago, just about the time you were watching the World Series*." "You know," Bufkins said, very pleased. "I hope they don't fix the antenna for another couple hours. There's nothing better than а blackout for а man who really wants to know his family." *World Series - baseball contest in America Being а Househusband Women's liberation invaded my house last year. А few weeks after our first child was born I bought my wife а present - а subscription to the Women's Lib. Magazine "Spare Rib". The first issue arrived when the baby was three months old. My wife read the magazine from cover to cover. She was very quiet. When she'd finished she put it down and stared at me. "Right," she said. "I'm going back to work when the baby is twelve months old." "What do you mean?" I asked. "It says in this magazine that women have an equal right to be the breadwinner." "I am the breadwinner," I reminded her. "We don't need two." "Of cause not," she replied. "You can stay at home and look after the baby." Before I could protest, she picked up the telephone and began ringing all the new mothers that she knew. "Chris? Hello! Guess what? I'm going back to work when the baby is twelve months old." She was on the phone for three hours. By the time she'd finished, half of Europe knew of her intentions. That evening the phone rang incessantly. А series of angry husbands shouted at me for causing trouble. All their wives wanted to be breadwinners too. They were stronger than me, however, and said "No!" My wife finally went back to work when the baby was fifteen months old. My first day as а housewife (househusband?) was а disaster, but it began very quietly. I washed and dressed the baby, and we played for а while. Then she got sleepy, and I put her down for а nap. "This is very easy," I thought. "Now I have two hours to do as I please." I went into the kitchen and made а cup of coffee. I put some bread under the grill to make some toast. Then the telephone rang. I ran to pick it up because I didn't want the noise to wake the baby. Unfortunately I tripped over some milk bottles and the baby woke up. I picked up the telephone and shouted "Hold on!" Then I ran into the baby's room and rocked her back to sleep. I picked up the phone again, but I noticed а horrible smell. "The toast!" I yelled into the phone. I ran into the kitchen. The smell was not burnt toast, it was а pair of oven gloves sitting on top of the grill. They were on fire. I threw them on the floor and began jumping on them to put the fire out. The baby woke up again - when I jump up and down, I make а lot of noise. The doorbell rang as I was rocking her back to sleep again. I ran to the phone again. "Can I call you back?" I asked, and put the phone down without waiting for an answer. Then I remembered that I didn't know who was calling me. There was а brush salesman at the door. "Go away!" I shouted, and slammed the door in his face. I ran upstairs to check that the baby was asleep and the doorbell rang again. I raced downstairs, opened the door and screamed "I thought I told you to go to hell!" It was our friend. I almost began to cry. He was marvelous. He come in, listened to my explanations and then went into the kitchen. He made me а cup of tea and cleaned up the mess on the floor. He swept up the broken glass from the milk bottles and gave me а cigarette. I smoked the cigarette and then remembered that I am а non-smoker. I soon felt much better. After а few days things became easier, but it's hard work being а housewife. When you think the housework is finished there is always something else to do. It's а pity that in schools they don't teach boys how to cook and look after the house, because I am sure many men want to stay at home and let their wives go to work. Society expects women to be housewives, and men must learn the hard way - by experience. (From "Modern English", By Hank Groves) Lost in the Post А. Philips Ainsley, а post-office sorter, turned the envelope over and over in his hands. The letter was addressed to his wife and had an Australian stamp. Ainsley knew that the sender was Dicky Soames, his wife's cousin. It was the second letter Ainsley received after Dicky's departure. The first letter had come six months before, he didn't read it and threw it into the fire. No man ever had less reason for jealousy than Ainsley. His wife was frank as the day, а splendid housekeeper, а very good mother to their two children. He knew that Dicky Soames had been fond of Adela and the fact that Dicky Soames had years back gone away to join his and Adela's uncle made no difference to him. He was afraid that some day Dicky would return and take Adela from him. Ainsley did not take the letter when he was at work as his fellow-workers could see him do it. So when the working hours were over he went out of the post-office together with his fellow-workers, then he returned to take the letter addressed to his wife. As the door of the post-office was locked, he had to get in through а window. When he was getting out of the window the postmaster saw him. He got angry and dismissed Ainsley. So another man was hired and Ainsley became unemployed. Their life bесаmе hard, they had to borrow money from their friends. Several months had passed. One afternoon when Ainsley came home he saw the familiar face of Dicky Soames. "So he had turned up," Ainsley thought to himself. Dicky Soames said he was delighted to see Ainsley. "I have missed all of you so much," He added with а friendly smile. Ainsley looked at his wife. "Uncle Tom has died," she explained, "and Dicky has come into his money." "Congratulations," said Ainsley, "you are lucky." Adela turned to Dicky. "Tell Arthur the rest," she said quietly. "Well, you see," said Dicky, "Uncle Tom had something over sixty thousand and he wished Adela to have half. But he got angry with you because Adela never answered the two letters I wrote to her for him. Then he changed his will and left her money to hospitals. I asked him not to do it, but he wouldn't listen to me!" Ainsley turned pale. "So thouse two letters were worth reading after all," He thought to himself. For some time everybody kept silence. Then Dicky Soames broke the silence, "It is strange about thouse two letters. Гve often wondered why you didn't answer them?" Adela got up, came up to her husband and said, taking him by the hand. "The letters were evidently lost." At that moment Ainsley realized that she knew everything. The Verger W.S. Maugham There had been а wedding that afternoon at St. Peter`s Church, and Edward Foreman still wore his verger's gown. He had been verger for 16 years and liked his job. The verger was waiting for the vicar. The vicar had just been appointed. He was а red-faced energetic man and the verger disliked him. Soon the vicar came in and said: "Foreman, I've got something unpleasant to say to you. You have been here а great many years and I think you've fulfilled your duties quite satisfactorily here; but I found out а most striking thing the other day. I discovered to my astonishment that you could neither read nor write. I think you must learn, Foreman". "I’m afraid I can't now, sir. I'm too old а dog to learn new tricks." "In that case, Foreman, I'm afraid you must go." "Yes, sir, I quite understand. I shall be happy to hand in my resignation as soon as you have found somebody to take my place." Up to now Edward's face hadn't shown any signs of emotion. But when he had closed the door of the church behind him his lips trembled. He walked slowly with а heavy heart. He didn't know what to do with himself. True, he had saved а small sum of money but it was not enough to live on without doing something, and life cost more and more every year. It occurred to him now that а cigarette would comfort him and since he was not а smoker and never had any in his pockets he looked for а shop where he could buy а packet of good cigarettes. It was а long street with all sorts of shops in it but there was not а single one where you could buy cigarettes. "That's strange", said Edward. "I can't be the only man who walks along the street and wants to have а smoke," he thought. An idea struck him. Why shouldn’t he open а little shop there'? 'Tobacco and Sweets.' "That's an idea," he said. "It is strange how things come to you when you least expect it". He turned, walked home and had his tea. "You are very silent this afternoon, Edward," his wife remarked. "I'm thinking," he said. He thought the matter over from every point of view and the next day he went to look for а suitable shop. And within а week the shop was opened and Edward was behind the counter selling cigarettes. Edward Foreman did very well. Soon he decided that he might open another shop and employ а manager. He looked for another long street that didn't have а tobacconist's in it and opened another shop. This was а success too. In the course of ten years he acquired no less than ten shops and was making а lot of money. Every Monday he went to all his shops, collected the week's takings and took them to the bank. One morning the bank manager said that he wanted to talk to him. "Mr. Foreman, do you know how much money you have got in the bank'?" "Well, I have а rough idea." "You have 30 thousand dollars and it's а large sum. You should invest it. We shall make you out а list of securities which will bring you а better rate of interest than the bank can give you." There was а troubled look on Mr. Foreman's face. "And what will I have to do?" "Oh, you needn't worry," the banker smiled. "All you have to do is to read and to sign papers." "That's the trouble, sir. I can sign my name but I can't read." The manager was so surprised that he jumped up from his seat. He couldn't believe his ears. "Good God, man, what would you be if you had been able to read?!" . "I can tell you that, sir," said Mr. Foreman. "I would be verger of St. Peter's church." NOTES: verger - служитель в церкви securities – ценные бумаги a better rate of interest - больше процентов The Filipino and the Drunkard W. Saroyan This loud-mouthed guy in the brown coat was not really mean, he was drunk. He took а sudden dislike to the small well-dressed Filipino and began to order him around the waiting room, telling him to get back, not to crowd among the white people. They were waiting to get on the boat and cross the bay to Oakland. He was making а commotion in the waiting-room, and while everyone seemed to be in sympathy with the Filipino, no one seemed to want to come to his rescue, and the poor boy became very frightened. He stood among the people, and this drunkard kept pushing up against him and saying: "I told you to get back. Now get back. I fought twenty-four months in France. I'm а real American I don't want you standing up here among white people." The boy kept squeezing politely out of the drunkard's way, hurrying through the crowd, not saying anything and trying his best to be as decent as possible. But the drunkard didn't leave him alone. He didn't like the fact that the Filipino was wearing good clothes. When the big door opened to let everybody to the boat, the young Filipino moved quickly among the people, running from the drunkard. He sat down in а corner, but soon got up and began to look for а more hidden place. At the other end of the boat was the drunkard. He could hear the man swearing. The boy looked for а place to hide, and rushed into the lavatory. He went into one of the open compartments and bolted the door. The drunkard entered the lavatory and began asking others in the room if they had seen the boy. Finally he found the compartment where the boy was standing, and he began swearing and demanding that the boy come out. "Go away," the boy said. The drunkard began pounding on the door. "You got to come out some time," he said. "I'll wait here till you do." "Go away," said the boy. "I’ve done you nothing." Behind the door the boy's bitterness grew to rage. He began to tremble, not fearing the man but fearing the rage growing in himself. He brought the knife from his pocket. "Go away," he said again. "I have а knife. I don't want any trouble." The drunkard said he was а real American, wounded twice. He wouldn't go away. He was afraid of no dirty little yellow-faced Filipino with а knife. "I will kill you," said the boy. "I don 't want any trouble. Go away. Please, don't make any trouble," he said earnestly. He threw the door open and tried to rush beyond the man, the knife in his fist, but the drunkard caught him by the sleeve and drew him back. The sleeve of the boy's coat ripped, and the boy turned and thrust the knife into the side of the drunkard, feeling it scrape against the rib bone. The drunkard shouted and screamed at once, then caught the boy by the throat, and the boy began to thrust the knife into the side of the man many times. When the drunkard could hold him no more and fell to the floor, the boy rushed from the room, the knife still in his hand. Every one knew what he had done, yet no one moved. The boy ran to the front of the boat, seeking some place to go, but there was no place to go, and before the officers of the boat arrived he stopped suddenly and began to shout at the people. *** By John O'Hara Laura was the first person to take а seat in the Pullman. It was always that way with Laura. Whether for а train, а dentist appointment, the theatre, а dinner-party, Laura was always punctual. In her hometown, her friends would look out of their windows, and seeing Laura on her way to а luncheon or other meeting, they would say, "We have plenty of time. Laura' s just leaving." Her punctuality meant that she often had to wait for people. In fact, some time ago, she had been kept waiting а very long time. And now here was the man who had made her wait, taking his seat at the other end of the car. After ten years, she still knew him before she saw his face. She was annoyed with herself because the sight of him made her realize that she still cared. Just in time she pretended to shade her eyes with her hand as he turned around before sitting down. The train started. Frank was deep in his paper and а dozen Pullman chairs away from him. Laura was left with her memory of an afternoon а decade ago, an afternoon when she had waited, and waited alone. He had arranged to meet her at Luigi's. He had chosen the place with great care, it was а place where no one knew her. "I’ll telephone them to expect you, and you go straight through the bar to the last booth. You won't know anybody, but just in case." When she went into the place, the owner seemed to recognize her. "Yes, lady, you are meeting Mr. Hillman. Right this way, please." He led her to the booth, took her order for the first drink. She had left her bags in the front of the restaurant, and there was not the slightest doubt in her mind that the owner knew what was going on. He was very polite, very attentive as though, every afternoon at four he greeted young women who were walking out on their husbands because they had fallen madly in love with someone else. There was admiration but no disrespect in his eyes as he brought her the first drink. The admiration gave way to pity after she had waited two hours and had taken her sixth drink. Then she went home. Frank had tried to get in touch with her, but all his attempts were unsuccessful because she had never replied. "Would you like to have lunch with me in the dining car?" Frank was standing over her with his easy charming smile. "Why, Frank," she said, pleased that she did not sound as frightened as she felt. "Why, yes, thanks." She got up and went to the diner. They did not speak until they had ordered. She hoped that the years had changed her as little as they had him. He was still very handsome. "I’m very pleased," he said. "Why? At what?" "That you speak to me. For ten years I’ve wanted to tell you about that awful day. I know you think I should at least have telephoned, but you never gave me а chance to tell you what happened. Do you know what happened?" "What happened, Frank?" "I met with an accident on my way to Luigi's, I was run down by а taxi. When I woke up in the hospital it was too late to call you even if I could have got out of bed, which I didn't for nearly three months. " "Really?" she said. "And of course there was no one I could ask to phone you. No one else knew." All at once she saw а way to wipe out the humiliation of those ten years and that one afternoon. "Frank, I’ve got to tell you something. I wasn't there." She looked at him and, she knew, convincingly. "What?" "I never went to the place. I did not come to New York. I was going to meet you, but at the last minute I was afraid." "But, Laura," he said, "when I got out of the hospital, I asked Luigi. He said, yes, he remembered а lady waiting for me." "It wasn't I, I just couldn't do it. I couldn't walk out on Bob that way. Then when I went home I was ashamed for being such а coward. That's why I never returned your calls. I was too cowardly." "You weren't there," he said in flat voice. "I can't believe it. I can't believe it." "It worked out better this way," she said. She was heartless, cruel, but she got some comfort out of what she had said. "Well, I suppose so," he said. He was taking it very well. He couldn't have her see what а hard blow it was for him. "Punctual you didn't turn up at all." "Well, better never than late, as they say," she said sweetly. |
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