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after O'Henry

William Sydney Porter, known by his pseudonym, O. Henry: was born in North Carolina. He was the son of a doctor. After school he worked as a clerk, then went to Texas where he tried vaгious professions. After that he became a clerk in a small provincial rank.

When a loss of a thousand dollars was discovered, Porter, tough innocent, was imprisoned for three years.

After his release in 1902 he went to New York where he lived and wrote shirt stories. In his short stories O. Henry described amusing incidents of everyday life in large cities, on the ranches and on the highways of America.


Proper Names

O'Henry ['ou 'henri] O'Гeнpu

De11a ['dela] Дeллa

James [d3eimz] Джеймс

Dillingham ['dili m] Диллинreм

Sofronie ['sofr ni] Coфpoни


Jim and Della were very poor. They lived in New York in a small room on the top floor of a high building. Jim was twenty-two years old, Delta was twenty-one.

Both husband and wife worked very hard, but there never was any money in the house: for all they got went to pay for food. And the rent was $ 8 a week

And yet they owned two treasures of which they were very proud. These treasures were Jim's gold watch which he had got from his father, and Della's beautiful golden hair.

It was the eve of New Year's Day. Della wanted to give Jim a present. She counted her money. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all she had. Only $ 1.87 to buy a present for Jim. So she sat down on the sofa and wept. Suddenly she got up and went to the looking-glass. Her eyes shone brilliantly. Quickly she undid her hair. It fell to its full length. It reached below her knees and covered her like a cloak. And then she did it up again quickly and nervously. She put on her old brown jacket and her old brown hat. Then she ran out of the door and down the stairs to the street.

She stopped before a sign and read the words: "M-me Sofronie. Hair goods of all

kinds." Then she entered the shop. Madame was sit­ting at the counter.

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"Let me see it," said Madame.

Della took off her hat and undid her hair.

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass of Bella's golden hair with a practised hand.

"Give me the money," said Della...

The next two hours were like a happy dream. Della was hurrying from shop to shop looking for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It was a watch chain for which she paid $ 21. And then she hurried home with the chain and the remaining 87 cents.

Jim was not at home. Delta got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work; in forty minutes her head was covered with tiny curls. She looked like a schoolboy. She said to herself: "I hope Jim will not kill me. But what could I do? Oh, what could I do with a dollar and 87 cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was ready. Della sat waiting for Jim. She heard his steps on the stairs, and she turned white for just one moment. The door opened and Jim entered the room. He looked thin and very serious.., and suddenly Jim stopped. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not understand, and it terrified her.

"Jim, darling!" she cried. "Don't look at me like that! I sold my hair because I wanted to give you a present. My hair will grow again. It grows very fast. Say “A Happy New Year”, Jim, and let us be hap­py. You don't know what a beautiful present I have for you."

Jim said nothing. He drew a package from his overcoat pocket and put it on the table.

"If you open that package, you will understand," he said.

Della took off the paper. There lay the beautiful combs that Della had seen in a Broadway shop window. Now they were hers, but her hair was gone. Suddenly Della jumped and cried: "Oh, Jim, you have not yet seen your present!" She held it out to him.

"Isn't it a beautiful chain? Give me your watch! I want to see how it looks on it."

Jim fell on the sofa and put his hands behind his head and smiled.

"Della," said he, "I sold the watch to get the money to buy your comb. Is the coffee ready?"




I Tasks for checking up the contents of the text:


1. Find in the text English equivalents for the following words and expressions:

тяжело работали ; уходило на еду; плата; два сокровища; канун нового года; подарок; распустила волосы; полная длина; достигали ниже колен; взвешивая массу; побледнела; щипцы для завивки; вытащил сверток.


2. Give Russian equivalents for the following words and expressions from the text and use them in the sentences of your own:

to get from smb; to count; to shine brilliantly; at the counter; to take off; at last; to hear one’s steps; to terrify smb.; to say nothing;

3.Answer the questions:

1.Where did the action take place?

2. Why was there no money in the house?

3.What did the young people own?


4. Why did Della sell her hair?

5. What did she buy for Jim?

6.What was the expression in Jim’s eyes that frightened Della?


II The tasks for the development of pupil’s creative abilities:


1.Prove that: ( работа в группах )

a) young people loved each other;

b) money wasn’t the main thing for Jim and Della.


2. Discuss thee following:

1. What is the author’s attitude to his characters?


2.Who are your sympathies with? Why?


3.Jim and Della worked very hard but they were very poor. What in your opinion was the real reason of their poverty? Was their salary high?

4.What in your opinion is a good salary in this / our country? How much would you like to earn?


5. a)We have a list of the items. Look through it and choose one item as the main idea of the story

Seven Things a Person Should Do in his / her Lifetime

7.Take risks

6.Get an education.

5.Travel abroad.

4.Get married.

3.Help other peoples.

2.Learn to love and be loved.

1.Set realistic goals. (цели )


b)What to your mind are the main things that people should do in their lifetime.

Look at the list and prioritize the items.

Give arguments supporting the logic of why this or that item should be

ranked number one in the list.



Home task:

1.a)* Suggest your version of the end of the story

b)** Choose one item and write a short essay using the item as the theme.

2. Retell the story as…

a) Jim

b) Della



after Jack London

Proper Names

Dawson ['d n] Дocoн

Grant Linday ['gra:nt 'lindi] Грант Линди

Madge Strang ['maed3 'str ] Meдж Cтpeнг

Rex Strang [reks 'str ] Peкc Стренг

Tom Daw [t m 'do:] Том Доу



Four men were playing cards at the table made of rough boards. They were sitting in their shirts, their faces were covered with sweat. But their woolen-socked and moccasined feet were frozen. Such was the difference of temperature in the small cabin. The iron stove was red-hot; yet, eight feet away, on the shelf, lay frozen meat and bacon.

The men played whist; the pair that lost would have to dig a fi­nishing holes through the seven feet of ice and snow that covered the Yukon.

"It's cold", said one of the men. "What's the temperature, Doc?"

"About fifty", said Daw. "Maybe forty-nine". The doctor was a slender, darkhaired man, healthy and strong. All his movements were quick. He had black and clever eyes. His hands were fine, slender and nervous, made for delicate work. They gave you the impression of strength.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"What's the matter with you?" The words were addressed to the stranger who entered.

The stranger tried to move his lips and say something. But he could not. It was clear that he had been on trail for long hours and days. The skin on his cheeks was black. From nose to chin was a mass of ice with a hole through which he breathed. He shook his head, smiled with his eyes and came hear the stove.

"Nothing is the matter with me", said at last the stranger, when he could move his lips. "But if you have a doctor here, we need him. There is man up the river who has been clawed by a panther".

"How far from here?" Doctor Linday asked.

"About a hundred miles".

"When did it happen?"

"Three days ago".


"Shoulder dislocated. Right arm broken. Ribs broken. We sewed up two or three bad wounds as well as we could".

"Where were they?"


"He's as good as dead?", Linday said angrily.

"No. That man is not going to die. He knows I've gone for a doctor and he will live until you get there. He won't let himself die. I know him".

"No", said Doctor Linday. "I am not going to travel a hundred miles at fifty below for a dead man".

"Yes, you will. And for a man who is far from dead".

Linday shook his head. "Sorry you had you trip for nothings".

"We'll leave in ten minutes".

"What makes you sure?" Linday asked coldly. And then Tom Daw made the speech of his life.

"Because he is going to live till you get there, even if it takes you a week" to make up your mind. Besides his wife is with him and she is helping him to live, till you come. They love each other, and she has got a will like his. I'll bet he'll be alive when you come. I have a team of dogs on the river bank and we'll leave in ten minutes".

Tom Daw pulled down his ear-flaps and walked out.

"Damn him!" Linday cried angrily, looking at the closed door. After a long and weary journey the two men staggered up" to a cabin that stood beside a small river. Linday entered from the bright sunshine into the dark cabin and at first he could not see distinctly the people in the cabin. He only noticed that they were two men and a woman. He was not interested in them. He went straight to the bunk where lay the wounded man. The man was lying on his back, with eyes closed, and Linday noticed his fine eyebrows and curly brown hair. The face was thin and worn, yet the features were handsome.

"What dressings have you used?" Linday asked the woman.



"Corrosive sublimate", came the answer.

He glanced quickly at the woman, then even quicker at the face of the lying man. The woman was breathing hard, her face became very white. Linday turned to the men.

"You clear out. Clear out at once".

They did not move.

"This is a serious case", Linday said. "I want to talk to his wife".

"I'm his brother", said one of them.

The woman turned her face to the men in the cabin and said:

"Please, please go".

"So?" Linday said when the men had left the cabin.. "So that's your Rex Strang?"

She looked at the man on the bunk and then, silently, at Linday. "Why don't you speak?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say? You know it is Rex Strang".





I Tasks for checking up the contents of the text:


1. Find in the text English equivalents for the following words and expressions:

сделанный из грубых досок ; разница в температуре ; проигравшая пара; копать прорубь; попытался пошевелить губами ; не собирается умирать ; воля ; раненный мужчина ; перевязочный материал.


2. Give Russian equivalents for the following words and expressions from the text and use them in the sentences of your own:

on trail; at fifty below; to make up one’s mind; to bet; couldn’t see distinctly;


3.Answer the questions:

1.What game did four men play?

2.Why did they play cards?

3. What was the temperature in the small cabin?

4.Why did a stranger come into the men’s cabin?



II The tasks for the development of pupil’s creative abilities:


1. Find language means ( words, sentences) and prove that: ( работа в группах )

a) the place was severe;

b) the man was wounded hard;

c) Doctor Linday and the wounded man’s wife knew each other well.


2 . Discuss the following:

1.Do you consider the stranger’s plan of travelling a hundred miles at fifty below



2. What do you think made the doctor to go to the wounded man?


3. Why did the doctor want the woman only to stay in the room? Guess why did the

doctor know this woman?

Home task:

1. Read part II and do the exercises.



after Jack London



"Thank you. Though maybe you remember that it is the first time I have seen him. Sit down". He pointed to a stool for her and himself sat down on a bench. "I'm quite worn, you know. There is no road from the Yukon here. I need a rest". He was silent.

"What are you going to do?" she asked after a minute.

"Eat and rest before I start back".

"What are you going to do about...?" she pointed to the uncon­scious man.


She went up to the lying man and put her fingers on the curly brown hair.

"You mean you will kill him", she said slowly. "Kill him by doing nothing, for you can save him if you will".

"You may think as you like". He paused for a moment and then said with a cruel little smile. "From time immemorial in this old world it has been a custom to do away with wife-stealers".

"You are wrong, Grant", she answered gently. "You forget that Rex never stole me. I went with him with a song on my lips. I loved him. We went together. You may just as well say that I stole him".

"I see you are clever as ever, Madge", Linday said. "A good thinker. It must have bothered him".

"A good thinker can be a good lover".

"Well, I give it up. A man can't talk to a clever woman; he always falls into the trap".

She said nothing. She only smiled with her eyes.

"No", said the doctor. "If you had been a fool, you would have won him or ;anybody else with your beauty, I know this too well". "Do you remember Lake Geneve?" she asked. "I do. I was absurdly happy then".

She nodded and her eyes were bright. "There is such a thing as old sake. Won't you, Grant, please, just remembers little...oh, so little...of what we were to each other...then?"

"No, thank you. I'm not the kind of person who is ready to help everybody".

"Yet you made this long and hard journey for an unknown man", she said.

Now he was angry. "Do you think I would have made a step had I known be was my wife's lover?"

"But you are here... now. And there he lies. What are you going to do?"

"Nothing. The man has robbed me".

She wanted to say something, when a knock came on the door. "Get out" he shouted.

"If you want any assistance ..." "Get out! Get a bucket of water'!"

"You are going to...?" she began in a trembling voice.

"Wash up".

"Listen, Grant", she said coldly. "I shall tell his brother. If you can forget old sake, so can I. If you don't do something, he'll kill you. Why, even Tom Daw will, if I ask him".

"Don't threaten me", he said gravely. "You should know me better. Besides", he added with a bitter laugh, "I don't see it will help Rex Strang if you kill me".

"Oh, Grant", she said, "I don't want to lose him. I love him, Grant. I love him so

much. And I have sat there beside him so many dreadful days. Oh, Grant, please, please help him".

He did not answer. Then she saw a smile on Linday's lips. It was not a pleasant smile.


"How much do you love him?" he asked. She only looked at him with shining eyes, and he nodded to show he was answered.

"Now listen to me", he said, "listen carefully. Once I read a story. I want to tell you about it. There was a woman, young and beautiful and there was a man. I don't know if he was much like your Rex but I think he was. Well, the man was a painter. He kissed her several times and for several weeks - and rode away. She loved him. In ten years she wept the beauty out of her face. Some women lose their beauty, you know, when sorrow comes.

Now it happened that the man went blind. Ten years after­wards, led as a child by the hand, he came back to her. He could no longer paint. And she was very happy, and glad he could not see her face. Remember, he loved beauty. He didn't know that she had lost her beauty. And he often said he was sorry he could not see her face.

One day he told her of five great pictures he wished to paint. If only his sight could be restored! He would paint them and feel happy. And then, somehow, she got an elixir that could restore his sight.

Now you see her struggle. With sight, he could paint his five pictures, he would be happy. Also, he would leave her. Beauty was his religion. He would not love her ruined face. Five days she struggled. Then she gave him the elixir".

Linday paused. He went on slowly.

"The question, is, do you love Rex Strang as much as that?" "And if I do?"

"Do you?"


"You are ready to give him up?"

"Yes", she said in a low voice.

"And you will come with me?"

"Yes", now her voice was a whisper. "When he is well, yes".

"You understand. You will be my wife".

She turned very pale, but she nodded.




I Tasks for checking up the contents of the text:


1. Find in the text English equivalents for the following words and expressions:

перед тем, как я выеду ; убьешь его ничего не делая; с горечью в улыбке; если бы только его зрение было восстановлено.


2. Give Russian equivalents for the following words and expressions from the text and use them in the sentences of your own:

As you like; to do away with smb.(расправиться с кем- либо); to fall into a trap;

to nod; to give smb. up;


3.Answer the questions:

1. How did Linday get acquainted with Madge?

2. What was Linday’s reason of refusal in helping to Strang ?

3. How could the wounded man rob Linday?

4. What agreement was made between Linday and Madge ?


II The tasks for the development of pupil’s creative abilities:

1. Prove that:

a) Linday was angry with Madge;


b) Madge had a very strong character.



2 . Discuss the following:

1. Why did the author choose Linday as a person who could help Strang?


2.Do you consider Linday’s plan of amends(компенсация) wise? Wasn’t it cruel towards Madge and Rex Strang?


3. Why was Linday sure that Madge would keep her promise?



Home task:

1.Read part III and do the exercises.

2.*** act the dialogue between Linday and Madge.




after Jack London




"Very well". He jumped to his feet. "I shall need help. Call his brother here. Call them all here. Boiling water - I need a lot of it. Daw, make a fire and start boiling all the water you have. Now you", to the other man, "put that table near the window. Clean it, scald it. Clean, man, clean, as you never cleaned a thing before, You, Mrs. Strang, will be my helper. You are his brother, sir. I'll give the anaesthetic, but you must keep it going. Now listen, while I instruct you..."

In the weeks that followed Linday exceeded himself. Never had he such a terrible case. But he had never had a healthier man to look after. Besides, his patient had the vitality of a cat.

There were days of high temperature and delirium. Days when Strang's pulse could be hardly felt. Days when he lay with eyes wide-open, his face white with pain. Linday did not know fatigue. It was not enough for him to make the man live. He wanted to make him healthy and strong again.

"He will be a cripple?" Madge asked.

"No, he won't, he will not just walk. He will run and jump and fight. And he will be as attractive as before. Will you like that? Are you pleased? Remember, you will not be with him".

"Go on, go on", she whispered. "Make him what he was!"

More than once Linday put him under the anaesthetic and did terrible things. He had to cut and sew, and then cut and sew again. The only thing that saved Strang was his vitality and remarkable health.

"You will kill him", his brother said. "Let him be. A cripple is better than a dead man".

Another time, when Strang felt stronger, the brother said: "Doc, you are a wonder. What is your name?" "Don't bother me", answered Linday.

Doctor Linday had to operate on the right arm several times.

One day it burst open again in a frightful wounds

"Get rabbits", Linday shouted to Rex’s brother. "Get rabbits -alive - healthy. Quick".

"How many?"

"Forty - four thousand - forty thousand - all you can get. You will help me, Mrs. Strang. I shall have to cut and sew again". And there was another operation. From the hundreds of rabbits that had been brought he chose a bone for the bone-graft –


living bone to living bone - and reconstructed a perfect arm. This went on for weeks. One day he told Madge:

"You will need a divorce before we can marry again. The law is the law. Shall we go to Lake Geneva?"

"As you like", she said.

Another time he said: "What did you see in him? I can't under­stand. I know he had money. But I wasn't a poor man. My practice...well, I made about forty thousand a year".

"Perhaps you've explained it", she answered. "Perhaps you were too interested in your practice. Maybe you forgot me".

Linday sniffed. "And maybe your Rex is too interested in hunting?"

"There is no explanation", she answered. "No once can explain love. I love him, that is all".

The day came when Strang's bed was carried out of the cabin and into the sunshine.

"Let me tell him now", she said. "No, wait", he answered.

Later Strang was able to sit, able to make his first steps. "Let me tell him now", she said. "No, not yet", was the answer. Summer came and went. At the end of August Strang had com­pletely recovered. He was slender and full of grace; he walked as Linday had seen no man walk. One day Linday ordered Strang to run and tried to follow him,but could not. At the end of ten miles he had to stop. He threw himself on the grass, panting and sweating and cried:

Enough! I can't keep up with you.

Strang sat down on the grass and smiled at the doctor. "Does anything hurt? Any pains anywhere?" Linday asked. Strang shook his curly head.

"You are all right, Strang. For a winter or two you may feel the cold in the old wounds. But that will pass".

"Doctor", said Strang, "You have perfomed miracles with me.

I don't know how to thank you. I don't even know your name". "It doesn't matter", said Linday. "I want one final test and then I'll know I have done my job. Daw told me that you could go down the river to the Big Windy and back again in three days. You will wait here and Daw will bring you all the necessary things. Then

you must go there and back in three days, as last year".

"Now", Linday said to Madge, "you have an hour in which to pack! I'll go and get the canoe ready. In a week we shall be in Dawson".

"I hoped..."

"That 1 would not make you keep your promise?"

"No, I didn't. But it is not fair. You have sent him away three days. I shan't be able to say good-bye to him".

"Leave a letter".

"I shall tell him all".

"You must tell him all", was the answer.

When he returned from the canoe, her things were packed letter was written.

He carried her things down to the bank and steadied the canoe with one hand. He held out the other to help her to step in. Linday watched her carefully, but she was calm and ready to step in. "Wait", he said. "One moment. You remember the story I told you of the elixir. I did not tell you the end. When the woman gave him the elixir and was going to leave, she accidentally saw in the mirror that her beauty had returned to her. And he opened his eyes and gave a cry of joy at the sight of her

beauty and took her in his arms".

She waited in silence. There was wonder in her face and eyes., "You are very beautiful, Madge", he paused, then added drily,


"Grant..." she said, almost whispered.

He gave a bitter little laugh. "I just wanted to show you I wasn’t such a bad man. Good for evil, you know".



He stepped into the canoe and held out a thin nervous hand.

"Good-bye", he said.

She took his hand.

"Dear, strong hand, she whispered, and kissed it.

He jerked it away and began to paddle away from the bank.





I Tasks for checking up the contents of the text:


1. Find in the text English equivalents for the following words and expressions:

поддерживать его; превзошел себя; бред; едва ли прощупывался; калека; вынужден был резать и шить; развод; полностью выздоровел; совершили чудо; последнее испытание; у тебя есть час, чтобы собраться


2. Give Russian equivalents for the following words and expressions from the text and use them in the sentences of your own:

a terrible case; the vitality of a cat; to operate on the arm several times; tried to follow him; I can’t keep up with you; to make smb keep one’s promise;


3.Answer the questions:

1. Why wasn’t it enough for Linday to make the man live?

2. What was the only thing that saved Strang?

3. How did Linday reconstruct Strang’s arm?

4. How did the doctor test Strang?

5. Why didn’t Grant take Madge with him? Why did he change his mind?



II The tasks for the development of pupil’s creative abilities:


1. Prove that:

a) doctor Linday was a real doctor;

b) Madge loved Strang;

c) Linday didn’t hate his former wife. (бывшую)


2 . Discuss the following:

1. What to your mind is the role of Linday’s story about the painter?


2. It isn’t easy for a man to help his former wife who betrayed him long ago. What helped Linday to keep his humanity?


3. Pretend that you are Linday // Madge. How would you behave yourself if you were in his // her shoes.


4.Imagine what would have happened if the doctor couldn’t help the wounded man and he would have been a cripple. Share your opinions.


5.Imagine what would have happened if Madge hadn’t kept her promise. Tell us.



Home task:

1.a)* Suggest your version of the end of the story


b)**What do you think could have happened to the characters of the story if it hadn’t been the end? How could the events have developed? Write a few sentences to give a story a different ending:

- a happy end;

- a very unexpected ending.



after O’Henry

Andy Donovan was a boarder at Mrs. Scott's boarding house. One evening he came to dinner and Mrs. Scott introduced him to a new boarder, a young girl, Miss Conway.

Miss Conway was small and quite sim­ple. She wore a plain brown dress. After the introduction she did not speak to Andy Donovan. She sat looking at her plate and he forgot Miss Conway almost at once.

Two weeks later Andy was sitting on the front steps of the boarding house,

smoking a cigar. Suddenly somebody came out. He turned his head... and his head turned.

Miss Conway was coming out of the door. She wore a beautiful black dress and a beautiful black hat. Her shoes and her gloves were black too. Her rich golden hair, and her large grey eyes made her almost beautiful. She stood looking above the houses across the street up into the sky. Her eyes were sad. All in black, and that sad far-away look and the golden hair shining under the black veil...

Mr. Donovan threw away his unfinished cigar. "It's a fine, clear evening, Miss Conway", he said. "Yes, it is", answered Miss Conway, "but not for me,

Mr. Do­novan". "I hope none of your family is..." said Andy. Miss Conway was silent. At last she said, "Not my family. Death has taken from me somebody who was very, very dear to me... Now I am alone in the world. And I have no friends in this city".

Andy Donovan did not ask any more questions and their conversation came to an end.

The more Andy thought of Miss Con­way the more he was sorry for her. Once he said to her at table. "It's hard to be alone in New York. You should go out sometimes to forget your trouble. Do you wish to take a walk in the park, Miss Conway? If you allow me..."

"Thank you, Mr. Donovan", said Miss Conway. "I shall be very glad to have your company. You are very kind".

While walking in the park Miss Conway told Andy her sad story.

"His name was Fernando Mazzini and he was an Italian Count. He had a lot of land and a villa in Italy. We were going to get married next spring. Fernando went to Italy to make his villa ready for us. After he left I came to New York to get a job.

Three days ago I received a letter from Italy. It says that Fernando is dead. He was killed in a gondola ac­cident".

"That is why I am wearing black. That is why I am always sad. I cannot take an interest in anybody. If you wish to walk back to the house, Mr. Donovan, let's go".

Andy Donovan did not wish to walk back to the house.

"I'm very sorry", he said softly. "No, we won't go back to the house, not yet. And don't say that you have no friends in this city, Miss Conway. I'm very, very sorry for you. And you must believe that I'm your friend".

"1 have a small photograph of him with me", said Miss Conway. "I have never


shown it to anybody. But 1 will show it to you, Mr. Donovan, because 1 believe that you are my friend".

Mr. Donovan looked at the photograph with much interest and for a long time. The face of Count Mazzini was an in­teresting one. It was a clever face of a strong man.

"I have a larger photo of him in my room», said Miss Conway. "When we get back to the house I'll show it to you. I look at it many times a day. He will always be present in my heart".

When they came into the hall of the boarding house she ran up to her room and brought down a big photograph of the dead man.

"A fine-looking man", said Donovan. "I like his face very much. Miss Con­way, may I ask you to come to the thea­tre with me next Sunday?"

A month later they told Mrs. Scott that they were going to get married. But in spite of this Miss Conway continued to wear black.

One evening Mr. Donovan and Miss Conway were sitting in the park. It was a fine clear night. The moon shone brightly on the green leaves. Everything around them was very beautiful. But Donovan was silent. He had been so silent all day that Miss Conway at last decided to ask him a question.

"What is the matter, Andy?" "Nothing, Maggie".

"But you never looked so unhappy be­fore. What is it?"

"It's nothing much, Maggie".

"I want to know, Andy. I am sure you are thinking about some other girl. Well, why don't you go to her if you love her? Take your arm away, please!"

"All right, I'll tell you", said Andy. "I have a friend. His name is Mike Sul­livan. Do you know him'?"

"No, 1 don't", said Maggie. "And I don't want to know him if you are so unhappy because of him".

"He is a good friend, Maggie", conti­nued Andy. "I saw him yesterday and I told him I was going to get married in two weeks. "Andy", says he, "I want to be present at your wedding. Send me an invitation and I'll come".

"Well, why don't you invite him then if he wants so much to come?" said Mag­


"There is a reason why I can't invite him", said Andy sadly. "There is a rea­son why he must not be present at our wedding. Don't ask me any more ques­tions now, because I can't answer them".

"You must! You must tell me every­thing", said Maggie.

"All right", answered Andy, "Maggie, do you love me as much as you loved your... your Count Mazzini?"

He waited a long time, but Maggie did not answer. Suddenly she turned to him and began to cry.

"There, there, there!" repeated Andy. "What is the matter now?"

“ Andy”, said Maggie at last, “ I have lied to you, and you will never marry me.” You will never love me any more.

But 1 feel that I must tell you every­thing, Andy, there was no count in my life. There was nobody who loved me in all my life. All the other girls always talked about love and marriage. But nobody loved me. Nobody wanted to marry me. So at last I

thought of a plan. I went to a photographer and bought that big photo which 1

showed you. Hе also made a small one for me. Then I invented that story about the Count and about the gondola acci­dent so that 1 could wear black. I look well in black, and you know it. But nobody can love a liar. And you will now leave me, Andy, and 1 shall die from shame. You are the only man I loved in my life. That's all". But instead of leaving her, Andy put his

arms about her and looked into her face. She looked up and saw how happy he was.

"Can you... can you forget it, Andy?" she asked. "Of course, I can", said Andy. "I'm glad you have told me everything, Maggie".


They were silent for some time. Then Maggie said.

"Andy, did you believe all that story about the Count?"

"Well, not all of it", said Andy, "be­cause the photograph you have shown me is the photograph of my friend, Mike Sullivan".




I Tasks for checking up the contents of the text:


1. Pick up all the words from the story referring to the topic "Appearance. Clothes. Character".


2. Give Russian equivalents for the following words and expressions from the text and use them in the sentences of your own:

Он повернул голову и голова у него закружилась; ничего особенного; ну не плач не нужно; я помру от стыда; он обнял ее; этот грустный и какой-то отсутствующий взгляд.


3. Substitute( заменить)the underlined words and phrases without affecting the contents of the sentence.( сохранив смысл предложения )

1. Miss Conway was small and quite simple.

2. All in black, and that sad far-away look and the golden hair shining under the black veil.

3. You should go out sometimes to forget your trouble.

4. He will always be present in my heart.

5.I invented that story about the Count and the gondola accident so that I could wear black.


4. Saywhich noun goes with which adjective in this story. Use themin the situations from the story:

1. face a) small and simple

2.girl b) black

3. night c) grey

4. leaves d) golden

5. veil e) strong

6. hair f) clever

7.man g) clear

8.eyes h) unfinished

9.cigar i) green

II The tasks for the development of pupil’s creative abilities:


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