Put the sentences in the right order. 1)One day Oliver got into a fight with Mr



1)One day Oliver got into a fight with Mr. Sowerberry's senior apprentice.

2) The child climbed up the low gate, and he put his little arms round Oliver's neck.

3) They beat him cruelly and then dragged him to the dusty cellar and locked him up.

4) Oliver felt glad to see him, before he went; for, though younger than himself, the boy was his little friend and playmate.

5) Mrs. Sowerberry gave Oliver some leftovers, ignored by the dog.

6) The blessing was from a young child's lips, but it was the first time Oliver heard such words addressed to him.

7) Oliver seized him by the throat, shook him, and collecting his whole force into one heavy blow, knocked him down.

8) With the first ray of light Oliver opened the door and went out.

Agree or disagree.

1) The gentlemen informed Oliver that he would go as apprentice to a coffin-maker's.

2) When there was nobody to see or hear him, he fell upon his knees on the floor and, hiding his face in his hands, laughed and laughed.

3) One day Oliver got into a fight with Mr. Sowerberry's senior apprentice who said some very bad words about Mr. Bumble.

4) Oliver felt glad to see his former friend and playmate.

5) Oliver said to Dick that he was going to seek his fortune and that he knew where to go.

4 Fill in prepositions: by, on, down, with, upon, in, into, for, at.

1) Oliver stayed in the dark room ______ a week.

2) Mr. Bumble looked ______ the poor child ______ some astonishment.

3) Oliver seized him ______ the throat, shook him, and collecting his whole force ______ one heavy blow, knocked him ______.

4) Oliver fell ____ his knees ______ the floor and, hiding his face _____ his hands, wept and wept.

Put the verbs, given in brackets, in the right tense form.

1)The child (make) a strong effort, but it (be) an unsuccessful one.

2) Oliver (cover) his face with both hands and (weep).

3) One day Oliver (get) into a fight with Mr. Sowerberry's senior apprentice who (say) some very bad words about his mother.

4) 'I am (run) away. They beat me, Dick; and I am (go) to seek my fortune, some long way off,' said Oliver.

5) 'I (hear) how the doctor (tell) them I was (die),' (reply) the child with a faint smile.

6 Complete thesentences.

1) The gentlemen called Oliver a hardened young rascal because …

2) Oliver decided to run away from Mr. Sowerberry because …

3) When Oliver reached the workhouse, there was nobody there because …

4) Oliver was very glad to see Dick because …

What do you think?

1) Why do you think Oliver showed so little emotion when the gentlemen told him he would go as apprentice to a coffin-maker's?

2) Do you think that Oliver was stronger than the senior apprentice? Why did Oliver manage to knock him down?

3) Do you think that Oliver was right when he decided to run away?

4) Why do you think Oliver never forgot the blessing from a young child's lips?

 

CHAPTER 3

 

Oliver Walks to London and Meets a Strange Sort of Young Gentleman

 

Oliver sat down to rest by the side of the milestone. It was just seventy miles from that place to London. London! That great place! Nobody — not even Mr. Bumble — could ever find him there! It was the very place for a homeless boy. As these things passed through his thoughts, he jumped on his feet, and again walked forward.

He walked twenty miles that day; and all that time he had nothing to eat but a crust of dry bread and some water, which he begged at the cottage-doors by the roadside. When the night came, he crept under a hay-rick.He felt frightened at first, and he was cold and hungry, but he was so tired with his walk that soon he fell asleep and forgot his troubles.

In the morning Oliver felt cold and stiff. He was very hungry. His feet were sore, and his legs trembled beneath him as he went on along the road.

In some villages, large painted boards were fixed up: warning all persons who begged would be sent to jail. This frightened Oliver very much, and made him glad to get out of those villages. In other villages he stood about the inn-yards and looked mournfullyat every one who passed by. The owners of the inns were sure that the boy came to steal something and they made him go away. If he begged at a farmer's house, they threatened to set the dog on him; and when he showed his nose in a shop, they talked about taking him to the workhouse.

Very few people helped Oliver and gave the poor orphan some food. But their kindness, gentle words and sometimes tears of sympathy sank deeper into Oliver's soul, than all his sufferings.

Early on the seventh morning Oliver limped slowly into the little town of Barnet. He sat down on a door-step because he couldn't walk any longer. He was weak with hunger, his feet were bleeding and he ached all over.

The sun was rising in all its splendid beauty, and the window-shutters were opened; and people began passing to and fro.Some few stopped to gaze at Oliver for a moment or two, or turned round to stare at him as they hurried by; but none troubled themselves to inquire how he came there.

Then Oliver noticed a very strange boy of his age. He was a snub-nosed boy with rather bow-legs, and little, sharp, ugly eyes. His hat was stuck on the top of his head so lightly, that it threatened to fall off every moment. He wore a man's coat, which was too large for him and reached nearly to his heels. The boy came up to Oliver. As he spoke he kept his hands in his trousers pockets.

'Hello! What're you doing here?'

'I am very hungry and tired,' replied Oliver, and the tears were standing in his eyes as he spoke. 'I have walked a long way. I have been walking these seven days.'

'Going to London?' said the strange boy.

'Yes.'

'Got any lodgings?'

'No.'

'Money?'

'No.'

The strange young gentleman helped Oliver get on his feet and took him into a small public-housewhere he bought Oliver some bread and ham. As Oliver enjoyed his meal the boy eyed him from time to time with great attention.

'Do you live in London?' inquired Oliver.

'Yes, I do,' replied the boy. 'I suppose you want some place to sleep in to-night, don't you?'

'I do, indeed,' answered Oliver. 'I have not slept under a roof since I left the country.'

'I've got to be in London to-night,' said the young gentleman. 'I know an old gentleman who will give you lodgings for nothing.'

This led to a more friendly and confidential dialogue, from which Oliver knew that his friend's name was Jack Dawkins and among his friend he was better known as the Artful Dodger.

Oliver suspected that one, who had such name, hardly could be an honest person. However, he was very thankful to the boy for the nice food. And more than that, poor Oliver didn't know anybody in London and he didn't have any place to sleep, so he went with the Artful Dodger.

They reached London at eleven o'clock in the evening. Soon they came to a very dirty place. The street was narrow and muddy. There were many drunken men and women in the street. Oliver just started thinking about running away when his companion caught him by the arm and pushed open the door of a house.

Oliver couldn't see anything in the dark. He held his companion's hand and with much difficulty followed him up the broken stairs. Jack Dawkins was moving easily, and that showed that he was acquainted with the place very well.

He threw open the door of a back-room, and drew Oliver in after him. The walls and ceiling of the room were perfectly black with age and dirt. There was a table before the fire upon which there was a candle, stuck in a bottle, a loaf of bread and butter, and a plate. In a frying-pan, which was on the fire, some sausages were cooking. Standing over them, was a very old villainous-looking man with matted red hair. He was dressed in a greasy flannel gown. Near the fire-place there was a clothes-horse,over which a great number of silk handkerchiefs were hanging. Several beds, made of old sacks, were side by side on the floor. Four or five boys, none older than the Dodger, were sitting round the table.

'This is him, Fagin,' said Jack Dawkins, 'my friend Oliver Twist.'

The old man grinned and took Oliver by the hand. Then all the boys shook both his hands. 'We are very glad to see you, Oliver, very,' said Fagin. 'Ah, you're staring at the pocket-handkerchiefs, my dear. There are many of them, aren't there? We're going to wash them, that's all, Oliver. That's all. Ha! Ha! Ha!' The boys started to laugh, too.

Soon they went to supper. Oliver ate his share. The old man mixed a glass of hot gin-and-water and told the boy to drink it. Oliver did as he was told. Immediately afterwards he felt himself gently lifted onto one of the sacks and then he sank into a deep sleep.

 

Helpful Words & Notes

hay-rickn — стог сена

mournfullyadv — зд. жалобно

to and fro— взад и вперед; туда и сюда

lodgingsп pl — жилье

public-houseп зд. трактир

the Artful Dodger— Ловкий Плут (прозвище)

villainousadj — злодейский

clothes-horsen — рама для сушки белья

 

Activities

1   Answer the questions.

1) Why did Oliver want to go to London?

2) How many miles did he walk that day and where did he sleep?

3) Why did the boy's legs tremble beneath him?

4) What frightened Oliver very much in some villages and why?

5) What did the owners of the inns think when they saw Oliver and what did they do?

6) What sank deeper into Oliver's soul?

7) What did the strange boy look like?

8)Where did the boy take Oliver and what did he buy him?

9) What did Oliver think about the Artful Dodger and why did Oliver go with him?

10) What did Oliver see in the back-room?

11) What did Fagin look like?

12) What did Fagin say about the silk pocket-handkerchiefs?


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