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So far everything (1 — be) good.
Mick and Biddy (2 — get) into Mrs Simpson's house and (3 — find) the Picasso painting in the sitting room.
Biddy (4 — put) it into the bag and (5 — climb) out of the window.
Mick (6 — be) about to follow her when the light (7 — go) on and he (8 — see) Mrs Simpson in the doorway.
"What you (9 – think) you (10 - do)?
" (11 - ask) Mrs Simpson.
She (12 — run) to the telephone, but Mick (13 — get) there first.
He (14— put) his hand over her mouth, then (15 — gag) her with a scarf.
Mrs Simpson (16 — try) to make a noise (17 — stare) at him.
From outside the window Mick (18 — hear) Biddy (19 - whisper), "What (20 - happen)?
"
Mick (21 — pull) a rope out of his pocket and (22 — tie) Mrs Simpson's hands behind her back.
Mrs Simpson (23 — make) louder noises and Mick (24 — say), "What (25 — be) the matter?
I (26 — take) the gag off if you (27 — promise) you not (28 — scream).
" Mrs Simpson (29 — nod) and Mick (30 — take) the gag off.
Mick (31 — be) on the way to the window when Mrs Simpson (32 — ask) him to untie her hands before he (33 — leave).
He (34 — do) it and (35 — run) like mad to the window.
Mrs Simpson (36 — ring) the police, "This (37 — be) Fionna Simpson (38 — ring), I just (39 — have) a burglary.
Yes, a Picasso.
No, the real one (40 — hide) in a safe.
".
Mrs Brown has got 8 children?
Mrs Brown has got 8 children.
She went out to do the shopping and asked her children to help her.
But they didn't.
She is back home and asks her children : " What were you doing while I was shopping?
"
One of her "good" children answers : "While you were shopping, I was washing up.
"
Give the other children's answers.
The word combinations in the box will help you.
That night was Nana's night off and she went out?
That night was Nana's night off and she went out.
So, Mrs Darlind bather the children and put them to bed instead.
She sang to then until they fell asleep.
She kissed them all and sat by the fire to sew a shirt for Michael.
The room was very warm and soon Mrs Darling fell asleep in her chair.
She dreamed that a strange boy flew out of the Neverland.
Then, she saw Wendy, Michael and John.
They were in that magical place, the Neverland.
As she slept, the window blew open and a boy flew thought it.
There was a small light with him and it flew quickly about the room.
The light woke Mrs Darling up and when she saw him, she screamed .
Just then, Nana ran into the room.
She was back her night off and she heard Mrs Darling cry out .
Nana ran towards Peter and he jumped up to fly out of the window.
As he tried to escape, she snapped at him and she pulled off his shadow.
Peter flew off into the night sky, but his shadow was in Nana's mouth.
It looked like a piece of black cloth.
Carefully, Mrs Darling took the shadow from Nana's mouth.
She did not know what to do with it.
She did not want ti show it to Mr Darling.
He might be angry with Nana.
She thought about hanging it out of the window for Peter .
Yt might come to get it later.
But Mrs Darling did not do that, because it looked like a dirty rag, and she was worried what the neighbours might think .
She hid the shadow in a drawer in the bedroom so it would be safe ПЕРЕВИДИТЕ ПОЖАЛУЙСТА.
What changes have Andy's neighbours made?
What changes have Andy's neighbours made?
1) Fill in the gaps.
0. HAS Mr Smith repainted the house?
D
1. ________ Mr and Mrs Brown ______ (plant) the garden?
__
2.
________ Mrs Simpson __________ (buy) a new car?
__
3.
________ Mr Green _____________ (paint) the door?
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4.
________ Mr and Mrs Jackson _________ (change) the windows?
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5.
________ Mr Vince __________ (buy) a dog?
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6.
________ Mr and Mrs Alexander __________ (decorate) the trees near their house _____
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Составьте письменно 6 вопросов разных типов ко всему текстуThe Open WindowMr?
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The Open WindowMr.
Nuttel, a young gentleman, came to live in the country.
The doctors said a quiet place like that and complete rest could help cure his nerves.
He didn’t know anyone round there and was too shy to make new acquaintances.
That’s why his sister gave him letters of introduction to some nice people she knew.
One of the letters was to Mrs.
Sappleton.
When Mr.
Nuttel visited her, Mrs Sappleton was busy and he was asked to wait for several minutes.
The servant invited Mr.
Nuttel into a room.
There Mr.
Nuttel met Mrs.
Sappleton’s niece, a very self - confident young lady of fifteen.
The young gentleman was very shy and he didn’t know how to start the conversation.
The young lady broke the silence and asked him what he knew about her aunt.
Mr. Nuttel knew nothing except Mrs.
Sappleton’s name and address.
Mr. Nuttel looked around.
There was something about the room that told him there were other people living in the house.
So he was wondering if Mrs.
Sappleton was married.
Suddenly the girl got sad and told a story of Mrs.
Sappleton’s tragedy.
Mr. Nuttel was greatly surprised because his sister hadn’t told him anything about it.
The tragedy was very unusual for that peaceful place.
The girl pointed at the French window, which opened on to the lawn and said that Mrs.
Sappleton always kept it open.
Mr. Nuttel stated that it was natural to keep the window open because the weather was quite warm.
But the girl sighed and explained that her poor aunt always kept the window open in the evenings because she was waiting for her husband and sons to return.
Three years ago they had gone hunting and never came back.
The story caught Mr.
Nuttel’s imagination deeply.
He felt very upset.
He felt a little better only when Mrs.
Sappleton finally appeared in the room.
She apologized for being late and asked if he minded the open window.
She said her husband and sons would soon be home from hunting.
They always came in that way.
Then, she continued talking cheerfully about hunting ducks.
But Mr.
Nuttel felt terrible.
He made an attempt to change the topic and told her about the reasons why he had come to the country.
But Mrs.
Sappleton didn’t seem to notice.
She was constantly looking at the open window.
Mr. Nuttel felt uncomfortable.
He understood that he had chosen the wrong moment to visit her.
Suddenly Mrs.
Sappleton cried happily pointing at the window, “Here they are at last, just in time for tea!
” Three male figures were walking across the lawn towards the window.
They carried guns and a dog followed them.
Shocked and afraid, Mr.
Nuttel grabbed his stick and hat and rushed out of the house.
Mrs. Sappleton was extremely surprised at the extraordinary man who had left the house so quickly without a word.
Her niece suggested that it was because of the dog.
She said that Mr.
Nuttel had been afraid of them since childhood – once, a dog had seriously bitten him.
This was enough to make the young man lose his nerve.
The young lady was so good at making up stories!
Say what Mr and Mrs Wilson did in the morning?
Say what Mr and Mrs Wilson did in the morning.
Xi. Supply the missing words : Mr and Mrs Dale live in London?
Xi. Supply the missing words : Mr and Mrs Dale live in London.
They are married.
Mr Dale is Mrs Dale's and Mrs Dale is Mr Dale's They have four chil dren : Henry, John, Mary and Jane.
Mr Dale is and Mrs Dale is their Mr and Mrs Dale are their The four children are Jarle are the two Mary is the eldest child, and Jane is the young Mr Dale's father is very old ; his name is George.
He lives with the family.
George Dale is the of the four children Mrs Dale has a mother, she is the of the four children.
Her name is Mrs Field.
Henry and John are the of old Mr Dale and of old Mrs Field ; Mary and Jane are their Mr Dale has a brother and a sister.
His brother's name is Richard Dale, and his name is Helen.
His sister is married.
She Irlarried Mr White and so she is called White, Richard Dale is the of the four children.
Mrs White is the of the four children.
Her Mr White is another uncle of the four children, Mr Richard Dale has two children : Edward and Rose.
These two children are the of Henry, John, Mary and Jane.
Edward is a and Rose is a.
Xi. Supply the missing words : Mr and Mrs Dale live in London?
Xi. Supply the missing words : Mr and Mrs Dale live in London.
They are married.
Mr Dale is Mrs Dale's.
, and Mrs Dale is Mr Dale's.
. They have four chil dren : Henry, John, Mary and Jane.
Mr Dale is their.
, and Mrs Dale is their.
. Mr and Mrs Dale are their.
. The four children are.
, and .
; Henry and John are the two .
Of Mr snd Mrs dale ; Mary snd Jane are the two.
. Mary is the eldest child, and Jane is the young - est.
Mr Dale's father is very old ; his name is George.
He lives with the family.
George Dale is the .
Of the four children Mrs Dale has a mother, she is the .
Of the four children.
Her name is Mrs Field.
Henry and John are the .
Of old Mr Dale and of old Mrs Field ; Mary and Jane are their.
. Mr Dale has a brother and a sister.
His brother's name is Richard Dale, and his .
Name is Helen.
His sister is married.
She married Mr White and so she is called .
White, Richard Dale is the .
Of the four children.
Mrs White is the .
Of the four children.
Her .
Mr White is another uncle of the four children, Mr Richard Dale has two children : Edward and Rose.
These two children are the .
Of Henry, John, Mary and Jane.
Edward is a .
And Rose is a .
.
Read the text about Mag's neighbours (coceди), Mr and Mrs Wilson?
Read the text about Mag's neighbours (coceди), Mr and Mrs Wilson.
Answer the question : "Who came to see Mr and Mrs Wilson?
" перевести.
When Mrs Robinsonentered the room , her children were fighting?
When Mrs Robinsonentered the room , her children were fighting.
Перевод плиизTHE CREATIVE IMPULSE(by W?
Перевод плииз
THE CREATIVE IMPULSE
(by W.
S. Maugham)
William Somerset Maugham was born in 1874 After graduating from Heidelberg University he worked at a hospital, but the success of his first novel “Liza of Lambeth" (1897) encouraged him to give up medicine and become a professional writer
Somerset Maugham is the author of several well - known novels and plays, and a lot of short stories.
He died in 1966 at the age of ninety - two.
When Mrs Forrester’s first detective story “The Achilles Statue” was published, she had reached the respectable age oi fifty - seven, and the number of her works was considerab le.
Her great talent, however, remained undiscovered by ordinary readers and this was the reason her books did not sell, though they were highly praised by the critics.
Mrs Forrester was deeply interested in politics and even thought of going into Parliament.
Her only difficulty was that she did not know which party to choose.
A lot of people very much wanted to be invited to the parties she gave every Saturday, but only a few were among her guests.
The only person who spoiled these parties was Mr Albert Forrester, her husband.
All her friends considered him a bore and often asked one another how she had ever married him.
He was known among them as the Philatelist because a young writer had once said that he was collecting stamps.
Albert, I should explain, was an ordinary businessman and not a very rich one.
The suits he wore always looked shabby, the expression on his face was gloomy and he ne ver said anything worth listening to.
Mrs Forrester, howe ver, was kind to him and always knew how to' put to shame anyone who tried to make fun of him in her presence.
The event that had such a great influence on Mrs For rester’s literary activities happened towards the end of one of her most successful parties.
The guests sat in a circle of which Mrs Forrester was the centre.
She was talking and the rest of the company were listening with great attention, only interrupting her from time to time to ask a question.
Sud denly there came a noise1 as if something heavy had fallen2, and then came the sound of voices.
“Well, Carter, what is it?
” Mrs Forrester asked the maid.
“Is the house falling down?
”
“It’s the new cook’s box, ma’am, ” answered the maid.
“The porter dropped it as he was bringing it in and the cook got all upset about it.
”
“What do you mean by ‘the new cook’?
”
“Mrs Bullfinch went away this - afternoon, ma'am, ” said the maid.
“Does Mr Forrester know about it?
” Mrs Forrester asked, for matters like that were his responsibility.
"The moment Mr Forrester comes in, tell him that I want to speak to him.
” “Mr Forrester’s gone, ma’am, ” answered the maid.
“He said I was to give you this letter when you asked for him.
” The maid left the room, and Mrs Forrester opened the letter.
One of her lady friends told me that at the sight of Mrs Forrester reading the letter she thought that Albert, feeling responsible for the cook’s departure, and being afraid he would be punished, had thrown himself in the Thames.
Mrs Forrester read the letter and cried out : “Oh, how unfair!
How terrible!
"
“What is it, Mrs Forrester?
” asked Mr Simmons, her agent.
“Read it”, she said.
“Just read it.
"
The short - sighted Mr Simmons put on his glasses, and holding the letter very close to his eyes read this :
’My Dear,
Mrs Bullfinch needs a change and has decided to leave, and as I do not wish to stay on without her I’m going, too.
I have had all the literature I can stand and I am sick and tired of art.
Mrs Bullfinch does not care about marriage3 but if you wish to divorce me, she’s willing to marry me.
I’ve hired a new cook instead of Mrs Bullfinch and I hope you will be pleased with her.
Mrs Bullfinch and I are living at 411, Kennington Road, S.
E. Albert.
’
The silence that followed was broken by Mr Simmons, who said : “You must get him back.
”“I will never see him again as long as I live!
” Mrs Forre ster cried out.
But Mr Simmons continued calmly : “I’ve been your agent for twenty years, and you can consider me one of your best friends.
But if you think you can make your living by writing the sort of books you do, 1 must tell you that you haven’t a chance.
”
“But I can’t fight with my cook for him!
” Mrs Forrester cried out.
“I was just coming to that, ” said Mr Simmons coldly.
“A dancer or a lady of title wouldn't do you any harm, but a cook would finish you.
”
“He’s quite right”, said one of her guests.
“The Philatelist must come back”.
“You will go and see him tomorrow, won’t you?
” asked Mr Simmons.
Mrs Forrester didn't answer for some time and finally said : .
“For my art’s sake4, not for mine!
” *
It was rather late in the afternoon of the next day when Mrs Forrester set out on her journey to Kennington Road.
Mr Simmons had explained to her by telephone how to get there, and it did not take her long to find the house she wanted.
She rang the bell, and when the door opened, she recognised her cook.
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So far everything was good.
Mick and Biddy got into Mrs Simpson's house and found the Picasso painting in the sitting room.
Biddy put it into the bag and climbed out of the window.
Mick was about to follow her when the light went on and he saw Mrs Simpson in the doorway.
"What do you think you are doing?
" asked Mrs Simpson.
She ran to the telephone, but Mick got there first.
He put his hand over her mouth, then gagged her with a scarf.
Mrs Simpson tried to make a noise staring at him.
From outside the window Mick heard Biddy whispering, "What is happening?
"Mick pulled a rope out of his pocket and tied Mrs Simpson's hands behind her back.
Mrs Simpson made louder noises and Mick said, "What is the matter?
I shall take the gag off if you promise you will not scream.
" Mrs Simpson nodded and Mick took the gag off.
Mick was on the way to the window when Mrs Simpson asked him to untie her hands before he left.
He did it and ran like mad to the window.
Mrs Simpson rang the police, "This is Fionna Simpson ringing , I have just had a burglary.
Yes, a Picasso.
No, the real one hidden in a safe.
".