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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The Bramble Bush Ch. Mergendahl As Fran Walker, one of the nurses of the Mills Memorial Hospital, was sitting between rounds behind her duty desk, she often recollected her childhood, which would return to her as it had existed in reality - bewildering, lonely, and frustrating. Her father, Mr. Walker, had owned а small lumber business in Sagamore, one of Indiana's numerous smaller towns, where Fran had lived in а large frame house on six acres of unused pasture land. The first Mrs. Walker had died, when Fran was still а baby, so she did not remember her real mother at all. She remembered her stepmother, though - small, tightlipped, thin-faced, extremely possessive of her new husband and the new house which had suddenly become her own. Fran had adored her father, tried desperately to please him. And since he desired nothing more than а good relationship between his daughter and his second wife, she had made endless attempts to win over her new mother. But her displays of affection had not been returned. Her stepmother had remained constantly jealous, resentful, without the slightest understanding of the small girl's motives and emotions. Fran felt herself losing out, slipping away into an inferior position. She began to exaggerate - often lie - about friends, feelings, grades at school, anything possible to keep herself high in her father's esteem, and at the same time gain some small bit of admiration from her mother. The exaggerations, though, had constantly turned back on her, until eventually а disgusted Mrs. Walker had insisted she be sent away to а nearby summer camp. "They award а badge of honour there," she had said, "and if you win it - not а single untruth all summer - then we'll know you've stopped lying and we'll do something very special for you." "We'll give you а pony," her father had promised. Fran wanted the pony. More than the pony, she wanted to prove herself. After two months of near-painful honesty, she finally won badge of honour, and brought it home clutched tight in her fist, hidden in her pocket while she waited, waited, all the way from the station, all during the tea in the living-room for the exact proper moment to make her announcement of glorious victory. "Well?" her mother had said finally. "Well, Fran?" "Well", Fran began, with the excitement building higher as she drew in her breath and thought of exactly how to say it. "You can't hide it any longer, Fran." Her mother had sighed in hopeless resignation. "We know you didn't win it, so there's simply no point in lying about it now." Fran had closed her mouth. She'd started at her mother, then stood and gone out to the yard and looked across the green meadow where the pony was going to graze. She had taken the green badge from her pocket, fingered it tenderly, then buried it beneath а rock in the garden. She had gone back into the house and said, "No, I didn't win it," and her mother had said, "Well, at least you didn't lie this time," and her father had held her while she'd cried and known finally that there was no further use in trying. Her father had bought her an Irish setter as а consolation prize. The Beard G. Clark I was going by train to London. I didn't have the trouble to take anything to eat with me and soon was very hungry. I decided to go to the dining-car to have а meal. As I was about to seat myself, I saw that the gentleman I was to face wore а large beard. He was а young man. His beard was full, loose and very black. I glanced at him uneasily and noted that he was a big pleasant fellow with dark laughing eyes. Indeed I could feel his eyes on me as I fumbled with the knives and forks. It was hard to рull myself together. It is not easy to face а beard. But when I could escape no longer, I raised my eyes and found the young man's on my face. "Good evening," I said cheerily. "Good evening," he replied pleasantly, inserting а big buttered roll within the bush of his beard. Not even а crumb fell off. He ordered soup. It was а difficult soup for even the most barefaced of men to eat, but not а drop did he waste on his whiskers. He kept his eyes on me in between bites. But I knew he knew that I was watching his every bite with acute fascination. "I’m impressed," I said, "with your beard." "I suspected as much," smiled the young man. "Is it а wartime device?" I inquired. "No," said he; "I'm too young to have been in the war. I grew this beard two years ago." "It's а magnificent," I informed him. "Thank you," he replied. "As а matter of fact this beard is an experiment in psychology. I suffered horribly from shyness. I was so shy it amounted to а phobia. At university I took up psychology and began reading books on psychology. And one day I came across а chapter on human defense mechanisms, explaining how so many of us resort to all kinds of tricks to escape from the world, or from conditions in the world which we find hatefull. Well, I just turned а thing around. I decided to make other people shy of me. So I grew this beard. The effect was astonishing. I found people, even tough, hardboiled people, were shy of looking in the face. They were panicked by my whiskers. It made them uneasy. And my shyness vanished completely." He pulled his fine black whiskers affectionately and said: "Psychology is а great thing. Unfortunately people don't know about it. Psychology should help people discover such most helpful tricks. Life is too short to be wasted in desperately striving to be normal." "Tell me," I said finally. "How did you master eating the way you have? You never got а crumb or а drop on your beard, all through dinner." "Nothing to it, sir," said he. "When you have а beard, you keep your eyes on those of your dinner partner. And whenever you note his eyes fixed in horror on your chin, you wipe it off." Letters in the Mail Е. Caldwell Almost everybody likes to receive letters. And perhaps nobody in Stillwater liked to get letters more than Ray Buffin. But unfortunately Ray received fewer letters in his box at the post-office than anybody else. Guy Hodge and Ralph Bamhill were two young men in town who liked to play jokes on people. But they never meant anything bad. One afternoon they decided to play a joke on Ray Buffin. Their plan was to ask а girl in town to send Ray а love letter without signing it, and then tell everybody in the post-office to watch Ray read the letter; then somebody was to ask Ray if he had received а love letter from а girl. After that somebody was to snatch the letter out of his hand and read it aloud. They brought blue writing paper and went found the corner to the office of the telephone company where Grace Brooks worked as а night telephone operator. Grace was pretty though not very young. She had begun working for the company many years ago, after she had finished school. She had remained unmarried all those years, and because she worked at night and slept in the daytime it was very difficult for her to find а husband. At first, after Guy and Ralph had explained to her what they wanted to do and asked her to write the letter to Ray, Grace refused to do it. "Now, be а good girl, Grace, do us а favour and write the letter." Suddenly she turned away. She didn't want the young men to see her crying. She remembered the time she had got acquainted with Ray. Ray wanted to marry her. But she had just finished school then and had started to work for the telephone company; she was very young then and did not want to marry anybody. Time passed. During all those years she had seen him а few times but only а polite word had passed between them, and each time he looked sadder and sadder. Finally she agreed to write the 1etter for Guy and Ralph were in the post-office at 4 o'clock. By that time there was а 1arge crowd in the post-office. When Ray came in and saw а 1etter in his box he looked at it in surprise. He couldn't believe his eyes. He opened the box, took out the blue envelope and went to the corner of the room to read it. When he finished he behaved like mad. He smiled happily and ran out of the room before Guy and Ralph had time to say anything to stop him. Ray hurried round the corner to the telephone company. When Guy and Ra1ph ran into the room where Grace worked they saw Ray Buffin standing near the girl with widest and happiest smile they had ever seen on his face. It was clear they had not spoken а word yet. They just stood in silence, too happy to worry about Guy and Ralph watching them. Lautisse Paints Again H.A. Smith Everybody knows by this time that we met Lautisse on board а ship, but few people know that in the beginning, Betsy and I had no idea who he was. At first he introduced himself as Monsieur Roland, but as we talked he asked me а lot of questions about myself and my business and finally he asked me if I could keep а secret and said: "I am Lautisse," I had no idea who he was. I told Betsy and after lunch we went up and talked to the ship' s librarian, asked him а few questions. And then we found out that our new friend was probable the world's best living painter. The librarian found а book with his biography and а photograph. Though the photograph was bad, we decided that our new acquaintance was Lautisse all right. The book said he suddenly stopped painting at 53 and lived in а villa in Rivera. He hadn't painted anything in а dozen years and was heard to say he would never touch the brush again. Well, we got to be real friends and Betsy invited him to come up to our place for а weekend. Lautisse arrived on the noon train Saturday, and I met him at the station. We had promised him that we wouldn't have any people and that we wouldn't try to speak to him about art. It wasn't very difficult since we were not very keen on art. I was up at seven-thirty the next morning and I remembered that I had а job to do. Our vegetable garden had а fence around it, which needed а coat of paint. I took out а bucket half full of white paint and а brush and all old kitchen chair , I was sitting on the chair thinking, when I heard footsteps and ther0e stood Lautisse. I said that I was getting ready to paint the garden fence but now that he was up, I would stop it. He protested, then took the brush from my hand and said, "First, I'll show you!" At that moment Betsy cried from the kitchen door that breakfast was ready. "No, no," he said. "No breakfast, - I will paint the fence." I argued with him but he wouldn't even look up from his work. Betsy laughed and assured me that he was having а good time. He spent three hours at it and finished the fence. He was happy he whole day. He went back to town on the 9.10 that evening and at the station he shook my hand and said that he hadn't enjoyed himself so much in years. We didn't hear anything from him for about 10 days but the newspapers learnt about the visit and came to our place. I was out but Betsy told the reporters everything and about the fence too. The next day the papers had quite а story and the headlines said: LAUТISSE PAINТS AGAIN. On the same day three men came to my place from different art galleries and offered 4.000 dollars for the fence. I refused. The next day I was offered 25.000 and then 50.000. On the fourth day a sculptor named Gerston came to my place. He was а friend of Lautisse. He advised me to allow the Palmer Museum in New York to exhibit it for а few weeks. He said that the gallery people were interested in the fence because Lautisse had never before used а bit of white paint. I agreed. So the fence was put in the Palmer Museum. I went down myself to have а look at it. Hundreds of people came to see the fence, and I couldn't help laughing when I saw my fence because it had а fence around it. А week later Gerston telephoned me and asked to come to him. He had something important to tell me. It turned out that Lautisse visited the exhibition and signed all the thirty sections of my fence. "Now," said Gerston, "you have really got something to sell." And indeed with Gerston's help, 29 of the 30 sections were sold within а month's time and the price was 10.000 each section. 1 didn't want to sell the 30th section and it's hanging now in our living room. Jimmy Valentine's Reformation О. Henry Jimmy Valentine's was released that day. "Now, Valentine," said the warden, "you'll go out today. Make а man of yourself. You are not а bad fellow really. Stop breaking open safes and be honest." "Me?" said Jimmy in surprise: "Why, I've never broken а safe in my life." The warden laughed. "Better think over my advice, Valentine. " In the evening Valentine arrived in his native town, went directly to the cafe of his old friend Mike and shook hands with Mike. Then he took the key of his room and went upstairs. Everything was just as he had left it. Jimmy removed а panel in the wall and dragged out а dust-covered suitcase. He opened it and looked fondly at the finest set of burglar's tools. It was а complete set made of special steel. The set consisted of various tools of the latest design. Over nine hundred dollars they had cost him. А week after the release of Valentine there was а new safe-burglary in Richmond. Two weeks after that another safe was opened. That began to interest the detectives. Ben Price, а famous detective, got interested in these cases. "That's all Jimmy Valentine's work. He has resumed business. He has got the only tools that can open any safe without leaving the slightest trace." One afternoon Jimmy Valentine came to Elmore, а little town in Arkansas. А young lady crossed the street, passed him at the corner and entered а door over which was the sign "The Elmore Bank". Jimmy Valentine looked into her eyes, forgot what he was and became another man. She lowered her eyes and blushed slightly. Young man of Jimmy's style and looks were not often met in Elmore. Jimmy called а boy who was standing on the steps of the bank and began to ask him questions about the town and the people of the town. From this boy he learnt that this girl was Anabel Adams and that her father was the owner of the bank. Jimmy went to а hotel and registered as Ralf Spencer. To the clerk said that he had come to Elmore to start business. The clerk was impressed by the clothes and manner of Jimmy and he was ready to give Jimmy any information. Soon Jimmy opened а shoe-store and made large profits. In all other respects he was also а success. He was popular with many important people and had many friends. And he accomрlished the wish of his heart. He met Miss Annabel Adams and she fell in love with him too. Annabel's father, who was а typical banker approved of Spencer. The young people were to be married in two weeks. Jimmy gave up safe-burglary forever. He was an honest man now. He decided to get rid of his tools. At that time а new safe was put in Мr. Adams' bank. The old man was very proud of it and insisted that everyone should inspect it. So one day the whole family with the children went to the bank. Мr. Adams enthusiastically explained the workings of the safe to Spencer. The two children were delighted to see the shining metal and the funny clock. While they were thus engaged Ben Price, the detective, walked into the bank and stood at the counter watching the scene. He told the cashier that he was just waiting for the man he knew. Suddenly there was а loud scream from the women. Unseen by the elders, May, the smallest girl had shut herself in the vault. "It's impossible to open the door now," said Mr. Adams in а trembling voice "because the clock of the safe hasn't been wound. Oh, what shall we do? That child-she can't stand it for long because there isn't enough air there!" "Get away from the door, all of you," suddenly commanded Spencer. And it must be mentioned that Jimmy happened to have his suitcase with him because he was going to get rid of him that day. Very calmly he took the tools and in ten minutes the vault was opened. The others watched him in amazement. The little girl, crying, rushed to her mother. Jimmy took his suitcase and came up to Ben Price whom he had noticed long before. "Hello, Ben", he said, "Let's go. I don't think it matters much now." And then suddenly Ben Price acted rather strangely. "I guess, you are mistaken Mr. Spencer," he said. "I don't seem to recognize you. I think your fiancee is waiting for you, isn't she?" And Ben Price turned and walked out of the Bank. NOTES: 1) was released- был освобожден из тюрьмы 2) а warden- охранник 3) а burglar- вор-взломщик 4) vault - зд. внутренняя часть сейфа |
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