Task 1. Choose the correct answer.
1. When they first met
A.the narrator was a famous writer.
B. the narrator hadn’t written anything yet.
C. the narrator was a beginning writer
2. When the narrator saw the lady
A. he was disappointed.
B. he was fascinated.
C. he was surprised.
3. The narrator was worried because he
A. didn’t know what to talk about.
B. didn’t like the food on the menu
C. didn’t have a lot of money
4. The lady talked about
A. the narrator’s book
B. about art and literature
C. French cuisine
5. The lady
A. was a light eater.
B. ate only one thing for luncheon.
C. ordered expensive food.
6.The narrator has had his revenge at last because
A. she has become very poor.
B. she is following a strict diet.
C. she has become very fat
Task 2. Translate the words from the text.
1. beckon 2. to address 3. cemetery 4. earn money to keep body and soul together 5. far beyond my means 6. to be flattered 7. imposing 8. digestion 9. asparagus 10. tip 11. revenge 12. revengeful
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Text 6. A MELTING STORY (After Mark Twain)
Read the text and summarize it in a few sentences.
One winter evening a country shopkeeper was about to close his shop for the night. He went out to shut the windows from outside and through the glass he noticed how a man in the shop quickly took a pound of fresh butter from a shelf and hid it in his hat .
"What fun I'll have," the shopkeeper said to himself as he thought of a way to punish the man for stealing .
"I say, Steve,” said the shopkeeper, as he came in and closed the door after him.
Steve already had his hand on the door, ready to leave the shop as quickly as possible.
"I say, Steve, sit down. On such a cold night as this, it's very pleasant to sit in a warm room."
Steve did not know what to do. He had the butter in the hat and he wanted to get out of the shop at once. But the shopkeeper took Steve by the shoulder and made him sit close to the stove in a corner among the boxes.
"We'll make it a little warmer, Steve,” he said as he opened the stove door put a number of sticks inside. "If you are not warm enough you'll freeze when you go out on a night like this."
Steve already felt that the butter was melting, and he jumped up and said he must go.
"Not till you are quite warm, Steve. I'll tell you a story," said the shopkeeper as he made Steve sit down again.
"Oh, it’s so hot here," said Steve
"Sit down, don't be in such a hurry."
"But I must go. My cows ... they're hungry ... I must go and feed them."
"Don't hurry, Steve, let the cows take care of themselves."
Poor Steve! He didn't know what to do. The butter began to melt and came pouring from under his hat down into his eyes and mouth.
The shopkeeper was talking as if nothing was the matter and continued to put sticks into the stove.
“It’s a fine night," he said, "Steve, why don't you - take your hat off? You seem to be warm. Let me put your hat over here."
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"No!" cried poor Steve at last. "No! I must go! Let me go! Let me go out. I'm not well. Let me go!"
The butter was now pouring down the poor man's face and neck and even down his body into his boots, so that he was in a perfect bath of oil.
"Well, good night, Steve," said the shopkeeper smiling," if you really want to go." Then he added, as Steve started out of the door: "I say, Steve, I think the fun I have had out of you is worth ninepence so I shan't take any money from you for that pound of butter in your hat."
Text 7. SMART GUY
Read the text and do the tasks.
One morning a well-dressed gentleman of aristocratic bearing accompanied by his manservant entered a jeweller’s shop in Bond Street in London.
The gentleman wore his right arm in a sling. He began to examine the rings and when he had chosen a couple of rings to the value of a thousand pounds, he put his hand into his breast pocket as he wished to pay for the rings at once.
“Oh, hang it. I must have left my wallet at home. Here, Daniel,” he said to his servant, “take the car, drive back to my wife and ask her to give you the money. Oh, Mr...” he addressed the jeweller. “Could you oblige me with a sheet of notepaper to write a few lines?”
The jeweller brought the notepaper at once, and the gentleman tried to write, but found it difficult, as his hand was bandaged and quite painful.
“No, I cannot manage it. Would you please write it for me? “
So the jeweller took the pen and paper and at the dictation of the gentleman wrote: “Kindly send me a thousand pounds via bearer. Theophilus.”
“What a strange coincidence,” observed the jeweller, “My name is Theophilus too.”
“Oh, I’m so glad to hear it,” replied the gentleman while his man took the note and left the shop.
The jeweller and the gentleman waited for a very long time, until the latter began to yawn and show signs of impatience and finally said, “I must go home and see what has happened. Keep the rings for me and tomorrow I shall call for them and take them away.”
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When the jeweller came home in the evening he told his wife that he had had a very strange customer that day. Then his wife asked him, “And why did you send home for a thousand pounds?”
“What? But I ... didn’t ...” muttered the jeweller. “What on earth are you talking about?” interrupted his wife, showing him the note. “This is your handwriting, isn’t it? This is your notepaper, isn’t it?”
The jeweller fainted.
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