РАЗГОВОРНАЯ И ПИСЬМЕННАЯ ПРАКТИКА
Arakin. Semester 6. Units 5-8
1) Модели речи. Изучите речевые модели в начале каждого раздела. (Изучить = прочитать, перевести, выучить,
использовать в следующих заданиях).
Unit 5: pp. 136-140.
Unit 6: pp. 176-179.
Unit 7: pp. 210-214.
Unit 8: pp. 248-250.
2) Лексика и тексты.
а) Изучите основную лексику и лексику по темам (Разделы 5-8) (убедитесь, что вы перевели определения и примеры,
которые даны в вашем учебнике; выучите их)
Essential vocabulary:
Unit 5: pp. 145-148.
Unit 6: pp. 186-188.
Unit 7: pp. 218-223.
Unit 8: pp. 255-258.
Topical vocabulary:
Unit 5: pp. 161-162.
Unit 6: pp. 200-201.
Unit 7: pp. 236.
Unit 8: pp. 268-269.
3) Тексты (собственно тексты и диалоги).
Напишите резюме каждого текста в этих единицах. Что касается собственно текстов, то пусть это будет примерно 15
предложений для краткого изложения. Старайтесь использовать активный словарный запас, а также слова и фразы из
текстов в своих резюме.
Unit 5:
 Art for heart’s sake (pp. 140-143)
 Text ex.1 (pp. 162-164)
Unit 6:
 The Man of Destiny (pp. 179-185).
 Text (ex. 1. pp. 201-202).
Unit 7:
 The Happy Man (pp. 214-218).
 Girlhood of Anna Brangwen. pp. 237-238.
Unit 8:
 The Apple-tree (pp. 251-254).
 Environmental Protection – Nationwide Concern (pp. 269-270)
4) Texts and dialogues for test-reading:
 Art for heart’s sake (pp. 141-142)
Doctor Caswell went to his friend, Judson Livingston, head of the Atlantic Art Institute, and explained the situation. Livingston
had just the young man - Frank Swain, eighteen years old and a promising student. He needed the money. Ran an elevator at
night to pay tuition. How much would he get? Five dollars a visit. Fine.
Next afternoon young Swain was shown into the big living room. Collis P. Ellsworth looked at him appraisingly.
"Sir, I'm not an artist yet," answered the young man.
"Umph?"
Swain arranged some paper and crayons on the table. "Let's try and draw that vase over there on the mantelpiece," he suggested.
"Try it, Mister Ellsworth, please."
"Umph!" The old man took a piece of crayon in a shaky hand and made a scrawl. He made another scrawl and connected the
two with a couple of crude lines. "There it is, young man," he snapped with a grunt of satisfaction. "Such foolishness.
Poppycock!"
Frank Swain was patient. He needed the five dollars. "If you want to draw you will have to look at what you're drawing, sir."
Old Ellsworth squinted and looked. "By gum, it's kinda pretty, I never noticed it before."
When the art student came the following week there was a drawing on the table that had a slight resemblance to the vase.
The wrinkles deepened at the corners of the old gentleman's eyes as he asked elfishly, "Well, what do you think of it?"
"Not bad, sir," answered Swain. "But it's a bit lopsided."
"By gum," Old Ellsworth chuckled. "I see. The halves don't match." He added a few lines with a palsied hand and colored the
open spaces blue like a child playing with a picture book. Then he looked towards the door. "Listen, young man," he whispered,
"I want to ask you something before old pineapple juice comes back."
"Yes, sir," responded Swain respectively.
"I was thinking could you spare the time to come twice a week or perhaps three times?"
"Sure, Mister Ellsworth."
"Good. Let's make it Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Four o'clock."
As the weeks went by Swain's visits grew more frequent. He brought the old man a box of water-colors and some tubes of oils.
When Doctor Caswell called Ellsworth would talk about the graceful lines of the andirons. He would dwell on the rich variety
of color in a bowl of fruit. He proudly displayed the variegated smears of paint on his heavy silk dressing gown. He would not
allow his valet to send it to the cleaner's. He wanted to show the doctor how hard he'd been working.
 The Man of Destiny (p. 181)
L a d y: General! (She {involuntarily puts her hands on her fichu 3 as if to protect something there.)
N a p o l e o n: You tricked that blockhead out of them. You dis­ guised yourself as a man. I want my despatches. They are there
in the bosom of your dress under your hands.
L a d y (quickly removing her hands): Oh, how unkindly you are speaking to me! (She takes her handkerchief from her fichu.)
You frighten me. (She touches her eyes as if to wipe away a tear.)
N a p o l e o n: I see you don't know me, madam, or you would save yourself the trouble of pretending to cry.
L a d y (producing an effect of smiling through her ears): Yes,
I do know you. You are the famous General Buonaparte.
N a p o l e o n (angrily): The papers, if you please.
La d y: But I assure you — (He snatches the handkerchief rudely.) General! (Indignantly.)
N a p o l e o n (taking the other handkerchief from his breast):
You lent one of your handkerchiefs to my lieutenant when you robbed him. (He looks at the two handkerchiefs.) They match one
another. (He smells them.) The same scent. (He flings them down on the table.) I am waiting for my despatches. I shall take them,
if necessary, with as little ceremony as I took the handkerchief.
L a d y (in dignified reproof): General: do you threaten women?
N a p o l e o n (bluntly): Yes. (Holding out his hand.) Yes: I am
waiting for them.
La d y: General: I only want to keep one little private letter. Only one. Let me have it.
N a p o l e o n (cold and stern): Is that a reasonable demand, madam?
L a d y (relaxed by his not refusing point blank): No, but that is why you must grant it. Are your own demands reasonable?
thousands of lives for the sake of your victories, your ambitions, your destiny! And what I ask is such a little thing. And I am only
a weak woman, and you a brave man. What is the secret of your power? Only that you believe in yourself. You can fight and
conquer for yourself and for nobody else. You are not afraid of your own destiny. You teach us what we all might be if we had
the will and courage: and that (suddenly sinking on knees before him) is why we all begin to worship you. (She kisses his hands.)
 The Happy Man (pp. 215-216)
It is a dangerous thing to order the lives of others and I have often wondered at the self-confidence of politicians, reformers and
suchlike who are prepared to force , upon their fellows measures that must alter their manners, habits, and points of view. I have
always hesitated to give advice, for how can one advise another how to act unless one knows that other as well as one knows
oneself? Heaven knows, I know little enough of myself: I know nothing of others. We can only guess at the thoughts and emotions
of our neighbours. Each one of us is a prisoner in a solitary tower and he communicates with the other prisoners, who form
mankind, by conventional signs that have not quite the same meaning for them as for himself. And life, unfortunately, is something
that you can lead but once; mistakes are often irreparable, and who am I that I should tell this one and that how he should lead
it? Life is a difficult business and I have found it hard enough to make my own a complete and rounded thing; I have not been
tempted to teach my neighbour what he should do with his. But there are men who flounder at the journey's start, the way before
them is confused and hazardous, and on occasion, however unwillingly, I have been forced to point the finger of fate. Sometimes
men have said to me, what shall I do with my life? and I have seen myself for a moment wrapped in the dark cloak of Destiny.
Once I know that I advised well.
I was a young man and I lived in a modest apartment in London near Victoria Station. Late one afternoon, when I was beginning
to think that I had worked enough for that day, I heard a ring at the bell. I opened the door to a total stranger. He asked me my
name; I told him. He asked if he might come in.
'Certainly.'
I led him into my sitting-room and begged him to sit down. He seemed a trifle embarrassed. I offered him a cigarette and he had
some difficulty in lighting it without letting go of his hat. When he had satisfactorily achieved this feat I asked him if I should not
put it on a chair for him. He quickly did this and while doing it dropped his umbrella.
'I hope you don't mind my coming to see you like this,' he said. 'My name is Stephens and I am a doctor. You're in the medical, I
believe?'
'Yes, but I don't practise!
'No, I know. I've just read a book of yours about Spain and I wanted to ask you about it.'
'It's not a very good book, I'm afraid.'
'The fact remains that you know something about Spain and there's no one else I know who does. And I thought perhaps you
wouldn't mind giving me some information!
 The Apple-tree (pp. 253-254)
"It is Mrs. Narracombe, my aunt."
"Mrs: Narracombe, my aunt." had a quick, dark eye, like a mother wild-duck's, and something of the same snaky turn about her
neck.
"We met your niece on the road," said Ashurst, "she thought you might perhaps put us up for the night."
Mrs. Narracombe, taking them in from head to heel, answered:
"Well, I can, if you don't mind one room. Megan, get the spare room ready, and a bowl of cream. You'll be wanting tea, I
suppose."
Passing through a sort of porch made by two yew trees and some flowering-currant bushes, the girl disappeared into the house,
her peacock tam-o’-shanter bright athwart that rosy-pink and the dark green of the yews.
"Will you come into the parlour and rest your leg? You'll be from college, perhaps?"
"We were, but we've gone down now."
The parlour, brick-floored, with bare table and shiny chairs and sofa stuffed with horsehair, seemed never to have been used, it
was so terribly clean. Ashurst sat down at once on the sofa, holding his lame knee between his hands, and Mrs. Narracombe
gazed at him ...
"Is there a stream where we could bathe?"
"There's the strame at the bottom of the orchard, but sittin' down you'll not be covered!"
"How deep?"
"Well, it is about a foot and a half maybe."
"Oh! That'll do fine. Which way?"
"Down the lane, through the second gate, on the right, an' the pool's by the big apple tree that stands by itself. There's trout
there, if you can tickle them!"
"They're more likely to tickle us!"
Mrs. Narracombe smiled. "There'll be the tea ready when you come back."
The pool formed by the damming of a rock, had a sandy bottom; and the big apple tree, lowest in the orchard, grew so close that
its boughs almost overhung the water; it was in leaf and all but in flower-its crimson buds just bursting. There was no room for
more than one at a time in that narrow bath, and Ashurst waited his turn, rubbing his knee and gazing at the wild meadow, all
rocks and thorn trees and field flowers, with a grove of beeches beyond, raised up on a flat mound. Every bough was swinging
in the wind, every spring bird calling, and a slanting sunlight dappled the grass. He thought of Theocritus, and the river Cherwell,
of the moon, and the maiden with dewy eyes; of so many things that he seemed to think of nothing; and he felt absurdly happy.
5) Exercises.
Unit 5:
 Ex. 1, 2, 4, 5 pp. 136-140.
 Ex. 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 11 pp.148-152.
 Ex. 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 12 pp. 152-160.
 Ex. 4 p. 165, ex. 10 p. 169, ex. 20 (выбрать только одну тему для ЭССЕ) pp. 175-176
Unit 6:
 Ex. 1-6 pp. 176-179.
 Ex. 2, 4, 5, 8, 9, 11 pp. 188-191.
 Ex. 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 12 pp. 193-199.
 Ex. 2, 4, 5, 9, 17 (быть готовым к обсуждению всех тем в форме дискуссии) pp. 202-210.
Unit 7:
 Ex. 1-6 pp. pp. 210-214.
 Ex. 2, 4, 5, 7, 9-10 pp. 223-226.
 Ex. 2, 3, 5, 6, 9 at p. 227-234.
 Ex. 15 (выбрать только одну тему для сочинения) pp. 236.
 Ex. 2, 3, 5, 6 (выбрать только одну тему) pp. 238-240.
Unit 8:
 Ex. 1-4 pp. 248-250.
 Ex. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 pp. 258-260.
 Ex. 2, 5, 7, 10, 12 pp. 261-267.
 Ex. 2, 4, 5, 8 pp. 270-272,
 Ex. 17 (быть готовым к обсуждению всех тем в форме дискуссии) pp. 278-279.
6) Home reading.
Вы прочитаете рассказы Эдгара Аллана По (стр. 53–99).
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Лексика. Вам нужно найти и выучить 75 незнакомых слов и выражений.
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Выберите ЛЮБУЮ страницу (из реферата данного семестра) для контрольного чтения.
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Подведите итог каждой истории.
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Выполните задания на стр. 102-104.
Задания по контрольному чтению (Аракин; домашнее чтение) должны быть записаны и отправлены нам ОДНИМ
электронным письмом вместе с остальными заданиями.