What role did smoking play in the narrator s life

II. Ответьте на следующие вопросы.

1. Where did the narrator and her friends go at week-ends when she was ten-year-old?

2. What role did smoking play in the narrator’s life?

3. Who did the narrator and her friends try to imitate?

4. What does the narrator’s skin look like now?

III. Исправьте предложения в соответствии с содержани­ем текста.

1. The first time she took a cigarette the narrator was ten-year-old.

2. From thirteen onwards the narrator was allowed to smoke in the club.

№15

Прочитайте текст два раза и выполните следующие задания.

She was in the house of a married friend, sitting on the verandah, with a lighted room behind her. She was alone; and heard people talking in low voices, and caught her own name. She rose to go inside and declare herself: it was typical of her. Then she sank down again, and waited for a suitable moment to pretend she had just come in from the garden. This was the conversation she listened to, while her face burned and her hands went clammy.’

«She’s not fifteen any longer: it is ridiculous! Someone should tell her about her clothes.» «How old is she?»

«Must be well over thirty. She was working long before I began working, and that was a good twelve years ago.»

«Why doesn’t she marry? She must have had plenty of chances.» There was a dry chuckle. «I don’t think so. My husband was keen on her himself once, but he thinks she will never marry. Something missing somewhere.» «Oh, I don’t know.»

«The other day I caught sight of her in the street and hardly recognized her. It’s a fact! The way she plays all those games, her skin is like sandpaper, 2 and she’s got so thin.»

«But she’s such a nice girl. She’d make someone a good wife.» «She should marry someone years older than herself. A man of fifty would suit her. you’ll see, she will marry someone old enough to be her father one of those days.»

She was stunned and outraged; 3 but most of all deeply wounded that her friends could discuss her thus. And the things they had said! She tried to compose herself 4 and went back into the room to join her treacherous friends, who greeted her as cordially as if they had not just that moment driven knives into her heart and thrown her quite offbalance; she could not recognize herself in the picture they had made of her!

1 clammy—влажный

2 sand paper—наждачная бумага

3 outraged—оскорбленный

4 to compose oneself—успокоиться

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Ответьте на следующие вопросы

1 Where did
the narrator and her friends go at wee-ends when she was ten-year-old?

2 What role
did smoking play in the narrator’s life?

3 Who did
the narrator’s skin look like now?

III Исправьте предложения в соответствии с содержанием текста.

1 the first
time she took a cigarette the narrator was ten-year-old.

2 From
thirteen onwards the narrator was allowed to smoke in the club.

текст в помощь ребятки.

The first
time we met, was an innocent eight-year-old. My friends and I secretly took you
to our dark cellar, so that our arents would not find out. Later on, when I was
about ten-year-old, we started to meet every weekend when my friends and I went
to the oisy discotheque at our local youth club. We used to sneak youth club.
We used to sneak out from the club up into the shady woods, where my friends
and I sat with nake-up on our faces and
garish nail polish on our nails feeling very adult and mature.

From
thirteen onwards we met several times a day, and by then my mother allowed you
to come into my room. She did not want to now you,, having gone through so much
to get rid of you. Naturally she was rather disappointed in me but what could she
do? She kept oping that I would «get my act together» but at this age I was unruly and rebellious
and punishments and curfews did not work.

There is no
doubt that you have been everything to me. You
have been there when I needed a friend or when I was sad. You calmed ne
down when I was upset. In other words, you have been one of my best friends.

Unlike
others in similar situations, I did not associate with you because it was
fashionable or I thought it was tough it was fashionable or I thought it was
tough. However, had en you an your
equals, together with beautiful, sophisticated women; women who ate at
expensive restaurants and drank red wine by ndlelight. My friends and I tried
to imitate those women; we wanted to live in that kind of world.

The problem
was I washed out pale grey. Sometimes I felt like an old women. How was I so
blind, deaf and ignorant for all those years? Hy couldn’t I let you go? I know the answer
myself, it was because I did not care then, but I do now.

In spite of
it being difficult, I am now trying to end our destructive relationship, as one
mast and all bad relationships. I hope I will ceed in my effort stop smoking and that I will
never buy another packet of prince again After more than eighteen years
together I bid u farewell, my fair Prince.

1. What did Henry learn about Louis when they talked over the telephone?

2. When did Louis and Henry get together in Chatham?

3. What was the author’s impression of Louis when he saw him in Chatham?

4. What had helped to fill Louis’s life with happiness and success?

1. Louis had worked at a college in New Jersey for the past 10 years.

2. All Louis’s brothers and sisters were settled in the same town.

№14

Прочитайте текст два раза и выполните следующие задания.

The first time we met, I was an innocent eight-year-old. My friends and I secretly took you down to our dark cellar, so that our parents would not find out. Later on, when I was about ten-year-old, we started to meet every weekend when my friends and I went to the noisy discotheque at our local youth club. We used to sneak out from the club up into the shady woods, where my friends and I sat with make-up on our faces and garish nail polish on our nails feeling very adult and mature.

From thirteen onwards we met several times a day, and by then my mother allowed you to come into my room. She did not want to know you,, having gone through so much to get rid of you. Naturally she was rather disappointed in me but what could she do? She kept hoping that I would «get my act together» but at this age I was unruly and rebellious and punishments and curfews did not work.

There is no doubt that you have been everything to me. You have been there when I needed a friend or when I was sad. You calmed me down when I was upset. In other words, you have been one of my best friends.

Unlike others in similar situations, I did not associate with you because it was fashionable or I thought it was tough. However, I had seen you and your equals, together with beautiful, sophisticated women; women who ate at expensive restaurants and drank red wine by candlelight. My friends and I tried to imitate those women; we wanted to live in that kind of world.

The problem was I liked you too much. There was no going back. I was caught in your trap. My flat was almost ruined because of you. My skin became a washed out pale grey. Sometimes I felt like an old woman. How was I so blind, deaf and ignorant for all those years? Why couldn’t I let you go? I know the answer myself, it was because I did not care then, but I do now.

In spite of it being difficult, I am now trying to end our destructive relationship, as one must end all bad relationships. I hope I will succeed in my effort to stop smoking and that I will never buy another packet of Prince again. After more than eighteen years together I bid you farewell, my fair Prince.

Test № 14

1. The narrator is twenty-six years old now.

2. The narrator’s parents didn’t know that she had started to smoke.

3. The mother had given up smoking when her daughter was 13.

4. The narrator has started to take care of her health.

1. Where did the narrator and her friends go at week-ends when she was ten-year-old?

2. What role did smoking play in the narrator’s life?

3. Who did the narrator and her friends try to imitate?

4. What does the narrator’s skin look like now?

1. The first time she took a cigarette the narrator was ten-year-old.

2. From thirteen onwards the narrator was allowed to smoke in the club.

№15

Прочитайте текст два раза и выполните следующие задания.

She was in the house of a married friend, sitting on the verandah, with a lighted room behind her. She was alone; and heard people talking in low voices, and caught her own name. She rose to go inside and declare herself: it was typical of her. Then she sank down again, and waited for a suitable moment to pretend she had just come in from the garden. This was the conversation she listened to, while her face burned and her hands went clammy.’

«She’s not fifteen any longer: it is ridiculous! Someone should tell her about her clothes.» «How old is she?»

«Must be well over thirty. She was working long before I began working, and that was a good twelve years ago.»

«Why doesn’t she marry? She must have had plenty of chances.» There was a dry chuckle. «I don’t think so. My husband was keen on her himself once, but he thinks she will never marry. Something missing somewhere.» «Oh, I don’t know.»

«The other day I caught sight of her in the street and hardly recognized her. It’s a fact! The way she plays all those games, her skin is like sandpaper, 2 and she’s got so thin.»

«But she’s such a nice girl. She’d make someone a good wife.» «She should marry someone years older than herself. A man of fifty would suit her. you’ll see, she will marry someone old enough to be her father one of those days.»

She was stunned and outraged; 3 but most of all deeply wounded that her friends could discuss her thus. And the things they had said! She tried to compose herself 4 and went back into the room to join her treacherous friends, who greeted her as cordially as if they had not just that moment driven knives into her heart and thrown her quite offbalance; she could not recognize herself in the picture they had made of her!

1 clammy—влажный

2 sand paper—наждачная бумага

3 outraged—оскорбленный

4 to compose oneself—успокоиться

Test № 15

1. Mary hadn’t intended to listen to the conversation.

2. Mary was the same age as her friend.

3. The conversation was between Mary’s friend and her husband.

4. Mary was keen on sports.

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There has been no attempt at having any lessons since John and Melinda Kirkbride took their children out of the local school — James five years ago and the others a year later. Hoppy had been there only six days. “We did start with a sort of curriculum when we took James out,” says John, 46, a large forceful man. “But we soon realised we were repeating the mistakes of the system”.

“From the beginning, we both felt that packing our children off to school was wrong,” says Melinda, a German-born former actress. “Seeing their unhappiness made us re-examine our own school years, and remember how destructive they were”. John, formerly a TV producer, began a teachers’ training course inNorwich, “to see if I could reform from within”. He soon found he couldn’t and, after completing the course and teaching for four months, he removed himself and his children, from the system.

If the personalities of the children were the only criteria, the experiment would be an undoubted success. They are intelligent, confident, capable and considerate. All, including the two boys, cook and sew. Chores are shared without arguments. Their friendliness to each other, and to the many guests who visit the house, is natural and unforced.

“Teach is a swear word in this house,” says John. “It destroys the child’s own natural talent and creativity. Now learning—that’s a different matter. All our children learn when and if they want to learn something. They look it up in books or they go and ask someone who knows, they use their initiative — which is more than any school could teach them”.

The problems with my parents started when I was sixteen. I wanted to get a Saturday job but my parents ordered me to stay at home and study for my exams. Whenever I pointed out that all my friends had Saturday jobs, they always replied, «We don’t care what they do, it’s you we are worried about,» and yet, whenever my school marks were bad, I was always compared to everyone else. Their double standards infuriated me so much that I did whatever I could to provoke them. I purposely dyed my hair white blond and plastered my face in make-up before I went to school. However, all I managed to achieve was mass arguments before I went anywhere.

It was a rule in the house that I was only allowed out once during the week and on Saturday till 10 p. m. Every time I attempted to go out in the evening, my parents asked me who I was going out with and where we were going. They even insisted on my giving them my friend’s telephone number in case they needed to contact me. I always argued about the last bit; I felt that if I gave them the number they’d use it to check up on me. It never for one moment crossed my mind that they were just worried about me.

Once I asked if I could go to a party on Saturday night. The party finished at 11.30 p. m. They agreed, but on the condition that my Dad came to pick me up at 10 p. m. I argued and argued about it but in the end I had to agree. I knew I was going to be really embarrassed when my father came to pick me up, so I spent the whole party worrying. I didn’t speak to my parents for three days after that. My mother tried to explain how they both felt but I didn’t want to listen. It was then that I decided to break all the rules they had set down. So instead of coming home at 10 p. m., I would arrive back at 11.30 p. m. and then refuse to tell them where I had been. I somehow felt that if I broke their rules, they would realise I was old enough to look after myself and leave me alone. However, the argument got worse and worse, and the more they tried to keep me in the house, the more I sneaked out. Finally, one Saturday night I didn’t come home till 2 a. m. My father wanted to know why I was so late. I refused to tell him. We had a huge argument which ended with me getting a taxi to my sister’s house. What went wrong?

Anyone who has ever visited the centre ofLondoncannot help but notice the number of young people who beg in the streets and some who probably steal as well. Last summer I returned to attend a summer language course inLondonand stayed in the same area I had visited five years earlier. I was shocked by the increase in the number of young homeless people, living and sleeping in the streets.

There are approximately 30,000 homeless people in and around London. This has worsened due to the long recession1 inBritain and the change in the social security system which doesn’t allow any person under 18, or those without a permanent address to receive any social benefits from the governments. The numbers of homeless are growing as more young people come toLondon, believing that they will find work and a place to live. UnfortunatelyLondon does not live up to their dreams and a vicious circle is created: without a job they have no money to rent a place to live and without a place to live they cannot get any government social benefits or a job.

My solution to this problem may be short term but at least it would be a start for many of these young people. Squatting2 should become legal again, as it once was inBritain. It is only recently that the law has been changed to make squatting illegal.

Surely it would be more profitable for the local council to let people squat in these houses if they are going to be empty for more than six months. These young people would then have an address and if over 18 years old, could get some benefits. They could then buy some decent clothes, tidy themselves up and have a greater chance of getting a job and a proper place to live. The houses may be in a bad condition but for homeless people this must surely be better than sleeping in the streets in the rain and cold. Somehow the vicious circle has to be broken.

1 recession — worsening of economic activity

2 squatting — occupying a house or a flat without permission

What did the author do inLondon? Why are the numbers of homeless people growing? Why is the situation with homeless people like a vicious circle? What does the author suggest to do for homeless people?

The first time we met, I was an innocent eight-year-old. My friends and I secretly took you down to our dark cellar, so that our parents would not find out. Later on, when I was about ten-year-old, we started to meet every weekend when my friends and I went to the noisy discotheque at our local youth club. We used to sneak out from the club up into the shady woods, where my friends and I sat with make-up on our faces and garish nail polish on our nails feeling very adult and mature.

From thirteen onwards we met several times a day, and by then my mother allowed you to come into my room. She did not want to know you, having gone through so much to get rid of you. Naturally she was rather disappointed in me but what could she do? She kept hoping that I would «get my act together» but at this age I was unruly and rebellious and punishments and curfews did not work.

There is no doubt that you have been everything to me. You have been there when I needed a friend or when I was sad. You calmed me down when I was upset. In. other words, you have been one of my best friends.

Unlike others in similar situations, I did not associate with you because it was fashionable or I thought it was tough. However, I had seen you and your equals, together with beautiful, sophisticated women; women who ate at expensive restaurants and drank red wine by candlelight. My friends and I tried to imitate those women; we wanted to live in that kind of world.

The problem was I liked you too much. There was no going back. I was caught in your trap. My flat was almost ruined because of you. My skin became a washed out pale grey. Sometimes I felt like an old woman. How was I so blind, deaf and ignorant for all those years? Why couldn’t I let you go? I know the answer myself, it was because I did not care then, but I do now.

In spite of it being difficult, I am now trying to end our destructive relationship, as one must end all bad relationships. I hope I will succeed in my effort to stop smoking and that I will never buy another packet of Prince again. After more than eighteen years together I bid you farewell, my fair Prince.

What role did smoking play in the narrator’s life? When did the girl take a cigarette first time? What did the girl think about cigarettes? How long does the girl smoke?

She was in the house of a married friend, sitting on the verandah, with a lighted room behind her. She was alone; and heard people talking in low voices, and caught her own name. She rose to go inside and declare herself: it was typical of her. Then she sank down again, and waited for a suitable moment to pretend she had just come in from the garden. This was the conversation she listened to, while her face burned and her hands went clammy.1

“She’s not fifteen any longer: it is ridiculous! Someone should tell her about her clothes”.

“Must be well over thirty. She was working long before I began working, and that was a good twelve years ago”.

“Why doesn’t she marry? She must have had plenty of chances”.

There was a dry chuckle. “I don’t think so. My husband was keen on her himself once, but he thinks she will never marry. Something missing somewhere”.

“The other day I caught sight of her in the street and hardly recognized her. It’s a fact! The way she plays all those games, her skin is like sandpaper, 2 and she’s got so thin”.

“But she’s such a nice girl. She’d make someone a good wife”.

“She should marry someone years older than herself. A man of fifty would suit her… you’ll see, she will marry someone old enough to be her father one of those days”.

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Тест к тексту по английскому языку для 9 класса.

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The first time we met, I was an innocent eight-year-old. My friends and I secretly took you down to our dark cellar, so that our parents would not find out. Later on, when I was about ten-year-old, we started to meet every weekend when my friends and I went to the noisy discotheque at our local youth club. We used to sneak out from the club up into the shady woods, where my friends and I sat with make-up on our faces and garish nail polish on our nails feeling very adult and mature.

From thirteen onwards we met several times a day, and by then my mother allowed you to come into my room. She did not want to know you,, having gone through so much to get rid of you. Naturally she was rather disappointed in me but what could she do? She kept hoping that I would «get my act together» but at this age I was unruly and rebellious and punishments and curfews did not work.

There is no doubt that you have been everything to me. You have been there when I needed a friend or when I was sad. You calmed me down when I was upset. In other words, you have been one of my best friends.

Unlike others in similar situations, I did not associate with you because it was fashionable or I thought it was tough. However, I had seen you and your equals, together with beautiful, sophisticated women; women who ate at expensive restaurants and drank red wine by candlelight. My friends and I tried to imitate those women; we wanted to live in that kind of world.

The problem was I liked you too much. There was no going back. I was caught in your trap. My flat was almost ruined because of you. My skin became a washed out pale grey. Sometimes I felt like an old woman. How was I so blind, deaf and ignorant for all those years? Why couldn’t I let you go? I know the answer myself, it was because I did not care then, but I do now.

In spite of it being difficult, I am now trying to end our destructive relationship, as one must end all bad relationships. I hope I will succeed in my effort to stop smoking and that I will never buy another packet of Prince again. After more than eighteen years together I bid you farewell, my fair Prince.

I. Определите, верны (True) или неверны (False) следую¬щие утверждения.

1. The narrator is twenty-six years old now.

2. The narrator’s parents didn’t know that she had started to smoke.

3. The mother had given up smoking when her daughter was 13.

4. The narrator has started to take care of her health.

II. Ответьте на следующие вопросы.

1. Where did the narrator and her friends go at week-ends when she was ten-year-old?

2. What role did smoking play in the narrator’s life?

3. Who did the narrator and her friends try to imitate?

4. What does the narrator’s skin look like now?

III. Исправьте предложения в соответствии с содержани¬ем текста.

1. The first time she took a cigarette the narrator was ten-year-old.

2. From thirteen onwards the narrator was allowed to smoke in the club.