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True or false

Give Russian equivalents

took a sudden dislike

making a commotion

to be in sympathy with

to come to his rescue

drunkard

try one’s best

bolt the door

pound on the door

bitterness grew to rage

earnestly

thrust the knife

“This loud-mouthed guy….” Is a good example of a metaphor. Find out what metaphor is and try to find most commonly-used metaphors, compose sentences with your examples.

They were waiting to get on the boat and cross the bay to Oakland.

He was making everybody laugh in the waiting-room, and everyone seemed to like the Filipino.

No one seemed to want to come to the Filipino’s rescue, and the poor boy became very frightened.

The boy was doing his best to annoy the drunkard.

He sat down in a corner, but soon got up and began to look for a more hidden place.

Finally he found the compartment where the boy was standing, and he began swearing and demanding that the boy come out.

Я не хочу, чтобы ты стоял рядом с белыми людьми.

Выпивший мужчина не оставлял его в покое.

Он вынул нож из кармана.

Он никак не хотел уходить

Парень распахнул дверь и, держа нож в кулаке, попытался пробежать мимо пьяного мужчины, однако тот схватил его за рукав и потянул к себе.

Все понимали, что он натворил, однако никто не сдвинулся с места.

Я не хотел причинить ему боль, почему вы не остановили меня?

Вы считаете я ищу неприятности в то время как мой брат болен?

Discuss the following:

Retell the text briefly. Give a character sketch of the main hero(es).

Give a character sketch of the main hero.

What is your attitude towards the main character of the story?

What are your emotions after reading the story? Did you like the plot?

Find grammatical phenomena and structures which you have studied during the semester

The Dinner Party N. Monsarrat

There are still some rich people in the world. Many of them lead lives of particular pleasure. But rich people do have their problems. They are seldom problems of finance, since most rich people have enough sense to hire other people to take care of their worries. But there are other, more genuine problems. They are the problems of behaviour.

Let me tell you a story which happened to my uncle Octavian a full thirty years ago. At that time I myself was fifteen. My uncle Octavian was then a rich man. He was a charming and accomplished host whose villa was an accepted rendezvous of the great. He was a hospitable and most amiable man – until January 3, 1925.

There was nothing special about that day in the life of my uncle Octavian, except that it was his fifty-fifth birthday. As usual on such a day he was giving a party, a party for twelve people. All of them were old friends.

I, myself, aged fifteen, was deeply privileged. I was staying with my uncle at his exquisite villa, on holiday from school, and as a special concession on this happy day, I was allowed to come down to dinner. It was exciting for me to be admitted to such company, which included a newspaper proprietor of exceptional intelligence and his fabulous' American wife, a recent prime-minister of France and a distinguished German prince and princess.

At that age, you will guess, I was dazzled. Even today, 30 years later, one may fairly admit that the company was distinguished. But I should also stress that they were all old and intimate friends of my uncle Octavian.

Towards the end of a wonderful dinner, when dessert had been brought in and the servants had left, my uncle leant forward to admire a magnificent diamond ring on the princess's hand. She was a handsome woman. She turned her hand gracefully towards my uncle. Across the table, the newspaper proprietor leant across and said: "May I also have a look?" She smiled and nodded. Then she took off the ring and held it out to him. "It was my grandmother's – the old empress," she said. "I have not worn it for many years. It is said to have once belonged to Genghis Khan."

There were exclamations of delight and admiration. The ring was passed from hand to hand. For a moment it rested on my own palm, gleaming splendidly. Then I passed it on to my neighbour. As I turned away again, I saw her pass it on.

It was some 20 minutes later when the princess stood up and said: "Before we leave you, may I have my ring back?"... There was a pause, while each of us looked expectantly at his neighbour. Then there was silence.

The princess was still smiling, though less easily. She was unused to asking for things twice. The silence continued, I still thought that it could only be a practical joke, and that one of us – probably the prince himself – would produce the ring with a laugh. But when nothing happened at all, I knew that the rest of the night would be dreadful.

I am sure that you can guess the sort of scene that followed. There was the embarrassment of the guests – all of them old and valued friends. There was a nervous search of the whole room. But it did not bring the princess's ring back again. It had vanished – an irreplaceable thing, worth possibly two hundred thousand pounds – in a roomful of twelve people, all known to each other.

No servants had entered the room. No one had left it for a moment. The thief (for now it could only be theft) was one of us, one of my uncle Octavian's cherished friends.

I remember it was the French cabinet minister who was most insistent on being searched, indeed, in his excitement he had already started to turn out his pockets, before my uncle held up his hand and stopped him. "There will be no search in my house," he commanded. "You are all my friends. The ring can only be lost. If it is not found" – he bowed towards the princess – "I will naturally make amends myself."

The ring was never found, it never appeared, either then or later.

To our family's surprise, uncle Octavian was a comparatively poor man, when he died (which happened, in fact, a few weeks ago). And I should say that he died with the special sadness of a hospitable host who never gave a single lunch or dinner party for the last thirty years of his life.

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