Английский язык | 10 - 11 классы
Помогите перевести пожалуйста!
OF THE PARENTS OF THOMAS WINGFIELD Thomas Wingfield was born here in the very room where I write today.
My grandfather had only one son – my father.
His great wish was to make a priest of him, but my father did not like the idea.
Still he could not disobey his father and was obliged to go to a convent and prepare for his profession.
But he behaved so badly that the prior at last begged my grandfather to take his son home.
When the boy grew older my grandfather decided to send him to Spain to study at a convent.
My father agreed to go to Spain, for he wanted to see the world.
A year later a priest came from Spain and told my grandfather that his son had been fired from the convent and they had not heard anything of him since.
Two years later the news came that my father had fallen into the hands of the Inquisition and had been tortured to death.
My grandfather was very sad, though he did not really believe that his son was dead and always awaited his return.
… But it was only three years after the old man’s death that my father came home with his young wife who was a Spaniard.
My father never spoke about his life in Spain.
But once I saw white scars on his body.
I asked my father about them.
“Thomas”, he said, “There is a country called Spain where your mother was born.
There these devils live.
They torture men and women and burn them alive in the name of Christ.
The enemy of your mother betrayed me into their hands.
They made these scars on my body and did not burn me because your mother saved me.
Never speak of this, Thomas, for the Inquisition has a long arm.
The Prince and the Pauper In the old city of London on a cold autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty?
The Prince and the Pauper In the old city of London on a cold autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty.
The family did not want this boy.
On the same day another English child was born.
He was born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, who wanted him very much.
All England wanted him.
People talked only about the new baby, Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales who lay in silk and did not know that all England wanted him so much.
But there was no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, who lay in his dirty rags and did not know that nobody wanted him.
A few years passed.
London was fifteen hundred years old and was a great town.
The street where Tom's family lived was not far from London Bridge and was called Offal Court.
It was dirty, and the houses were of wood, with small windows.
Can - ty's family lived in one room on the third floor of one of these houses.
The mother and the father had a bed, but Tom, his grandmother, and his two sisters, Bet and Nan slept on the floor and covered themselves with rags.
Bet and Nan were fifteen years old.
They were twins.
They were always dirty and in rags, but they were kind - hearted girls.
Their mother was like them.
But the father and the grandmother were very bad people.
They often got drunk and then they fought each other and beat the children.
Tom's father, John Canty, was a thief, and Tom's grandmother was a beggar, and they made the children beg.
Every day Tom went out to beg in the streets.
If nobody gave him any money, his father and grandmother beat him at night and sent him to bed hungry.
But there were some good things in Tom's life.
Among the people that lived in the house there was a kind old man who taught Tom a little Latin and how to read and write.
He also told him many stories about kings and princes.
Tom liked to listen to his stories.
He also read the books that the old man gave him.
Tom was a clever boy, he knew so much!
And he could do and say such interesting things!
When the children played, Tom was always a prince and the boys were lords of his court.
At night when he lay in the dark on his dirty rags, he forgot his hunger and his father's beatings.
He thought about kings and princes, who were clean and well dressed and lived in beautiful palaces.
Tom wanted to be clean and well dressed too.
But in the morning he had to go out in his rags to beg.
At night he dreamed that he lived in a palace among lords and ladies.
Oh, how he wanted to see a real prince with his own eyes!
This wish became stronger and stronger day by day and at last he could think of nothing else.
Пожалуйста, составьте пять 5 вопросов к этому тексту.
6 Complete these sentences with words from the story?
6 Complete these sentences with words from the story.
Make new words from the words in brackets.
1 A …………… (poison) snake didn't kill Hamlet's father but it was a ……………(pain) death.
2 Hamlet was full of …………… (hate) for his stepfather and his mother's behaviour filled him with …………… (angry).
3 Hamlet was not very …………… (decision) and he started behaving …………… (strange).
4 Hamlet was …………… (suspect) and thought that Claudius was listening to him and his mother.
5 When he returned from England, Ophelia was …………… (die) but Claudius was still …………… (live).
HAMLET.
17. Read the text and put the paragraphs (1 – 5) in order?
17. Read the text and put the paragraphs (1 – 5) in order.
1) Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.
He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
2) The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence.
The fence will never be the same.
When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.
You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.
It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry.
The wound is still there.
"
3) A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
4) The first day, the boy put 37 nails into the fence.
Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.
He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
5) There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.
His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
18. Put the sentences in chronological order according to the text.
1) The father showed the boy holes in the fence.
2) His father told him to take off the nails.
3) There once was a boy with a bad temper.
4) His father gave him some nails to hammer them in the fence.
5) The boy put all the nails into the fence.
Найдите глаголы и определите их времена Canty's family lived in one room on the third floor of one of these houses?
Найдите глаголы и определите их времена Canty's family lived in one room on the third floor of one of these houses.
The mother and the father had a bed, but Tom, his grandmother and his two sister Bet and Nan slept on the floor and coverd themselves with rags.
Bet and Nan were fifteen years old.
They were twins.
They were always dirty and in rags, but they were kind - hearted girls.
The mother was like them.
But the father and the grandmother were very bad people.
They often got drunk and then they fought each other and beat the children.
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Заранее спасибо When I was four months old, my mother died.
I had no brothers or sisters.
So all my boyhood, from the age of four months, there were just two of us, my father and me.
We lived in an old gypsy caravan.
My father owned the filling station and the caravan, that was about all he owned in the world.
It was a very small filling station on a small country road with fields and woody hills around it.
While I was still a baby, my father washed me and fed me, pushed me in my pram to the doctor and did all the millions of other things a mother normally does for her child.
That is not an easy task for a man, especially when he has to earn his living at the same time.
But my father was a cheerful man.
I thinks that he gave me all the live he had felt for my mother when she was alive.
We were very close.
During my early years, I never had a moments unhappiness, and here I am on my fifth birthday.
I was a little boy as you can see, with dirt and oil all over me, but that was because I spent all day in the workshop helping my father with the cars.
The workshop was stone building.
My father built that himself with loving care.
We are engineers, you and I, he said to me.
We earn our living by repairing engines and we can’t do good work in a bad workshop.
It was a fine workshop, big enough to take one car comfortably.
The caravan was our house and our home.
My father said it was at least one hundred and fifty years old.
Many gipsy children, he said, he been born in it and had grown up within its wooden walls.
Different people had knocked at its doors, different people had lived in it.
But now its best years were over.
There was only one room in the caravan, and it wasn’t much bigger than a modern bathroom.
Although we had electric lights in the workshop, we were not allowed to have them in the caravan as it was dangerous.
So we got our heat and light in the same way as the gypsies had done years ago.
There was a wood - burning stove that kept us warm in winter and there were candles in candlesticks.
I think that the stew cooked by my father is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
One plate was never enough.
For furniture, we had two narrow beds, two chairs and a small table covered with a tablecloth and some bowls, plates, cups, forks and spoons on it.
Those were all the home comforts we had.
They were all we needed.
I really lived living in that gypsy caravan.
I lived the evenings when I was in my bed and my father was telling stories.
I was happy because I was sure that when I went to sleep my father would still be there, very close to me, sitting in his chair by the fire.
My father, without any doubt, was the most wonderful and exciting father any boy ever had.
Here is a picture of him.
You may think, if you don’t know him well, that he was a serous man.
He wasn’t.
He was actually full of fun.
What made him look so serious and sometimes sad was the fact that he nevr smiled with his mouth.
He did it all with his eyes.
He had bright blue eyes and when he thought of something funny, you could see a golden light dancing in the middle of each eye.
But the mouth never moved.
My father was not what you would call an educated man.
I doubt he had read many books in his life.
But he was an excellent storyteller.
He promised to make up a bedtime story for me every time I asked him.
He always kept his promise.
The best stories were turned into serials and went on many nights running.
John was not surprised to see that nobody had met him at the station?
John was not surprised to see that nobody had met him at the station.
The weather __________(BE) awful — it was windy and it was raining hard.
His __________(FOOT) got wet in seconds.
His old jacket _________(NOT CAN) defend him from the rain or the wind.
“If I don't find a shelter and a warm drink, I _________(GET) a cold, and no one will benefit from my coming here, ” John said to ___________(HE) and went back inside the railway station.
It was the _____________(ONE) time the seventeen - year - old John had ever left his home village where he lived with his mother and two sisters.
A letter from his uncle was a surprise but not a pleasant one.
His uncle had written that his health was getting worse and that he __________(NEED) someone to help him in his grocery shop.
John's mother decided that he __________(GO) to the town to work in the shop.
He was far from feeling delighted about it but he was the ___________(OLD) child in the family and it was his duty to help his mother and to support his sisters.
Complete the text with had to, didn’t have to, could or couldn’t?
Complete the text with had to, didn’t have to, could or couldn’t.
Jack 1 _______________ play the guitar until he was fourteen years old.
This was because he didn’t have time.
He 2 _______________ help his father in the family shop every day.
He 3 _______________ work on Saturdays, but there was still no time for music.
When he was fourteen, his father sold the shop and his son 4 _______________ have the guitar lessons he’d always dreamed of.
The Prince and the Pauper In the old city of London on a cold autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty?
The Prince and the Pauper In the old city of London on a cold autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty.
The family did not want this boy.
On the same day another English child was born.
He was born to a rich family of the name of Tudor, who wanted him very much.
All England wanted him.
People talked only about the new baby, Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales who lay in silk and did not know that all England wanted him so much.
But there was no talk about the other baby, Tom Canty, who lay in his dirty rags and did not know that nobody wanted him.
A few years passed.
London was fifteen hundred years old and was a great town.
The street where Tom's family lived was not far from London Bridge and was called Offal Court.
It was dirty, and the houses were of wood, with small windows.
Can - ty's family lived in one room on the third floor of one of these houses.
The mother and the father had a bed, but Tom, his grandmother, and his two sisters, Bet and Nan slept on the floor and covered themselves with rags.
Bet and Nan were fifteen years old.
They were twins.
They were always dirty and in rags, but they were kind - hearted girls.
Their mother was like them.
But the father and the grandmother were very bad people.
They often got drunk and then they fought each other and beat the children.
Tom's father, John Canty, was a thief, and Tom's grandmother was a beggar, and they made the children beg.
Every day Tom went out to beg in the streets.
If nobody gave him any money, his father and grandmother beat him at night and sent him to bed hungry.
But there were some good things in Tom's life.
Among the people that lived in the house there was a kind old man who taught Tom a little Latin and how to read and write.
He also told him many stories about kings and princes.
Tom liked to listen to his stories.
He also read the books that the old man gave him.
Tom was a clever boy, he knew so much!
And he could do and say such interesting things!
When the children played, Tom was always a prince and the boys were lords of his court.
At night when he lay in the dark on his dirty rags, he forgot his hunger and his father's beatings.
He thought about kings and princes, who were clean and well dressed and lived in beautiful palaces.
Tom wanted to be clean and well dressed too.
But in the morning he had to go out in his rags to beg.
At night he dreamed that he lived in a palace among lords and ladies.
Oh, how he wanted to see a real prince with his own eyes!
This wish became stronger and stronger day by day and at last he could think of nothing else.
Перевод под'.
Fill in prepositions, and adverbs where necessary?
Fill in prepositions, and adverbs where necessary.
1. You've got a mark on your cheek.
Have a look at the mirror.
2. The boy who is sitting .
Your right is smiling .
Such a pleasant way.
3. Look at the boy and the man .
, the portrait.
They are father and son, but the son differs so much .
His father.
He is the very image .
His mother.
4. She found it difficult to be fond .
The two children.
They had both taken .
Their father .
Looks.
5. She was rather keen .
Her profession.
Помогите #47 - 48Это текст :When I was four months old, my mother died?
Помогите #47 - 48
Это текст :
When I was four months old, my mother died.
I had no brothers or sisters.
So all my boyhood, from the age of four months, there were just two of us, my father and me.
We lived in an old gypsy caravan.
My father owned the filling station and the caravan, that was about all he owned in the world.
It was a very small filling station on a small country road with fields and woody hills around it.
While I was still a baby, my father washed me and fed me, pushed me in my pram to the doctor and did all the millions of other things a mother normally does for her child.
That is not an easy task for a man, especially when he has to earn his living at the same time.
But my father was a cheerful man.
I thinks that he gave me all the live he had felt for my mother when she was alive.
We were very close.
During my early years, I never had a moments unhappiness, and here I am on my fifth birthday.
I was a little boy as you can see, with dirt and oil all over me, but that was because I spent all day in the workshop helping my father with the cars.
The workshop was stone building.
My father built that himself with loving care.
We are engineers, you and I, he said to me.
We earn our living by repairing engines and we can’t do good work in a bad workshop.
It was a fine workshop, big enough to take one car comfortably.
The caravan was our house and our home.
My father said it was at least one hundred and fifty years old.
Many gipsy children, he said, he been born in it and had grown up within its wooden walls.
Different people had knocked at its doors, different people had lived in it.
But now its best years were over.
There was only one room in the caravan, and it wasn’t much bigger than a modern bathroom.
Although we had electric lights in the workshop, we were not allowed to have them in the caravan as it was dangerous.
So we got our heat and light in the same way as the gypsies had done years ago.
There was a wood - burning stove that kept us warm in winter and there were candles in candlesticks.
I think that the stew cooked by my father is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
One plate was never enough.
For furniture, we had two narrow beds, two chairs and a small table covered with a tablecloth and some bowls, plates, cups, forks and spoons on it.
Those were all the home comforts we had.
They were all we needed.
I really lived living in that gypsy caravan.
I lived the evenings when I was in my bed and my father was telling stories.
I was happy because I was sure that when I went to sleep my father would still be there, very close to me, sitting in his chair by the fire.
My father, without any doubt, was the most wonderful and exciting father any boy ever had.
Here is a picture of him.
You may think, if you don’t know him well, that he was a serous man.
He wasn’t.
He was actually full of fun.
What made him look so serious and sometimes sad was the fact that he nevr smiled with his mouth.
He did it all with his eyes.
He had bright blue eyes and when he thought of something funny, you could see a golden light dancing in the middle of each eye.
But the mouth never moved.
My father was not what you would call an educated man.
I doubt he had read many books in his life.
But he was an excellent storyteller.
He promised to make up a bedtime story for me every time I asked him.
He always kept his promise.
The best stories were turned into serials and went on many nights running.
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ИЗ РОДИТЕЛЕЙ THOMAS Уингфилда
Томас Уингфилд родился здесь, в той самой комнате, где я сегодня пишу.
У моего деда был только один сын - мой отец.
Его большое желание состояло в том, чтобы сделать священника его, но мой отец не нравится идея.
Тем не менее он не мог ослушаться своего отца и был вынужден пойти в монастырь и подготовиться к своей профессии.
Но он вел себя настолько плохо, что до наконец просил мой дед, чтобы забрать сына домой.
Когда мальчик подрос, мой дед решил отправить его в Испанию, чтобы учиться в монастыре.
Мой отец согласился поехать в Испанию, потому что он хотел бы видеть мир.
Через год пришел священник из Испании и сказал мой дед, что его сын был уволен из монастыря, и они ничего о нем с тех пор не слышал.
Два года спустя пришло известие, что мой отец попал в руки инквизиции и были замучены до смерти.
Мой дед был очень грустный, хотя он не верил, что его сын был мертв, и всегда ждали его возвращения.
. Но это было всего три года после смерти старика, что мой отец пришел домой с молодой женой, которая была испанкой.
Мой отец никогда не говорил о своей жизни в Испании.
Но как только я увидел белые шрамы на его теле.
Я спросил моего отца о них.
"Томас", он сказал : "Существует страна под названием Испания, где родилась ваша мать.
Там эти черти живут.
Они пытают мужчин и женщин, и сжечь их живьем во имя Христа.
Враг вашей матери предал меня в свои руки.
Они сделали эти шрамы на моем теле и не жег меня, потому что твоя мама спасла меня.
Никогда не говорить об этом, Томас, ибо инквизиция имеет длинную руку.