You come to your friend to say good bye before his vacations. Ask him where he goes, how much time the vacations last, when he comes back. Tell him about your plans for your vacations.
VI. Compose a story about your friendТs family. Use the following words and expressions:
To be born; to go to school; to do well at; friendly family; to have a good time.
VII. Home-reading. Read and translate orally and do all tasks in written form.
AFTER THE STORM
by ERNEST HEMINGWAY
Ernest Hemingway was born near Chicago on July 21, 1898. He finished high school in 1917 and got a job as a reporter on the Kansas City Star. In a few months he left for Italy to serve as an ambulance driver in the First World War. He published his first books in Paris. In 1927, he returned to the U.S.A. In 1938, he went to Spain and took part in the Spanish Civil War. Hemingway closely tied together his personal experience and the subject matter of his writing. He died in 1961.
It wasn't about anything serious that we started fighting and I slipped and he had me down, kneeling on my chest and choking me with both hands like he was trying to kill me, and all the time I was trying to get the knife out of my pocket to cut him loose. Everybody was too drunk to pull him off me. He was choking me and hammering my head on the floor and I got the knife out and opened it up: and I cut the muscle right across his arm and he let go of me. He couldn't have held on if he wanted to. Then he rolled and hung on to that arm and started to cry and I said "What the hell do you want to choke me for?
I'd have killed him. I couldn't swallow for a week. He hurt my throat bad.
Well, I went out of there and there were plenty of them with him and some came out after me and I made a turn and was down by the docks and I met a fellow and he said somebody had killed a man up the street. I said, "Who killed him?" and he said,"I don't know who killed him but he's dead all right," and it was dark and there was water standing in the street and no lights and windows broke and boats all up in the town and trees blown down and everything all blown and I got a skiff and went out and found my boat where I had her inside of Mango Key and she was full of water. So, I bailed her out and pumped her out; and when it was daylight I was off Eastern Harbour.
Brother, that was some storm! I was the first boat out and you never saw water like that was. It was white, and coming from Eastern Harbour to Southwest Key you couldn't recognize the shore. There was a big channel blown right out through the middle of the beach. Trees and all blown out and a channel cut through and all the water white as chalk and everything on it; branches and whole trees and dead birds, and all floating. Inside the keys were all the pelicans in the world and all kinds of birds flying. They must have gone inside there when they knew it was coming.
I lay at Southwest Key a day and nobody came after me. I was the first boat out and I saw a spar floating and I knew there must be a wreck and I started out to look for her. I found her. She was a three-masted schooner and I could just see the stumps of her spars out of water. She was in too deep water and I didn't get anything off of her. So I went on looking for something else. I had the start on all of them and I knew I ought to get whatever there was. I went down over the sand-bar from where I left that three-masted schooner and I didn't find anything and I went on a long way. I was way out toward the quicksands and I didn't find anything so I went on. Then when I was in sight of the Rebecca Light I saw all kinds of birds making over something and I headed over from them to see what it was and there was a cloud of birds all right.
I could see something looked like a spar up out of the water. The water was clear out there and there was a spar of some kind sticking out just above the water and when I came up close to it I saw it was all dark under water like a long shadow and I came right over it and there under the water was a liner. I drifted over her in the boat. She lay on her side and the stern was deep down. The port holes were all shut tight and I could see the glass shine in the water and the whole of her; the biggest boat I ever saw in my life lying there and I went along the whole length of her and then I went over and anchored and I had the skiff on the deck forward and I shoved it down into the water and sculled over with the birds all around me.
I had a water glass and my hand shook so I could hardly hold it. All the port holes were shut that you could see going along over her but way down below near the bottom something must have been open because there were pieces of things floating out all the time. You couldn't tell what they were. Just pieces. That's what the birds were after. You never saw so many birds. They were all around me: crazy yelling.
I could see everything sharp and clear. I could see her rounded over and she looked a mile long under the water. She was lying on a clear white bank of sand and the spar was a sort of foremast or some sort of tackle that slanted out of water the way she was laying on her side. Her bow wasn't very far under the water. I could stand on the letters of her name on her bow and my head was just out of water. But the nearest port hole was twelve feet down. I could just reach it with the grains pole and tried to break it with that but I couldn't. The glass was too stout. So I sculled back to the boat and got a wrench and lashed it to the end of the grains pole and I couldn't break it. There I was looking down through the glass at that liner with everything in her and I was the first to find her and I couldn't get into her. She must have had five million dollars' worth in her.
It made me shaky to think how much she must have in her. Inside the port hole that was closed I could see something but I couldn't make it out through the water glass. I couldn't do any good with the grains pole and I took off my clothes and stood and took a couple of deep breaths and dived off the stern with the wrench in my hand and swam down. I could hold on for a second to the edge of the port hole, and I could see in and there were some things inside floating all out. I hit the glass twice with the wrench hard and I heard the noise clink in my ears but it wouldn't break and I had to come up.
I went down once more and I cracked the glass, only cracked it and when I came up my nose was bleeding and I stood on the bow of the liner with my bare feet on the letters of her name and my head just out and rested there and then I swam over to the skiff and pulled up into it and sat there waiting for my head to stop aching and looking down into the water glass, but I bled so I had to wash out the water glass. Then I lay back in the skiff and held my hand under my nose to stop it and I lay there with my head back looking up and there was a million birds above and all around.
When I quit bleeding I took another look through the glass and then I sculled over to the boat to try and find something heavier than the wrench but I couldn't find a thing; not even a hook. I went back and the water was clearer all the time and you could see everything that floated out over that white bank of sand. I looked for sharks but there weren't any. You could have seen a shark a long way away. The water was so clear and the sand white. There was a grapple which served as an anchor on the skiff and I cut it off and went overboard and down with it. It carried me right down and past the port hole and I grabbed and couldn't hold anything and went on down and down, sliding along the curved side of her. I had to let go of the grapple. I heard it bump once and it seemed like a year before I came up through to the top of the water. The skiff was floated away with the tide and I swam over to her with my nose bleeding in the water while I swam and 1 was very glad there weren't sharks; but I was tired.
My head felt cracked open and I lay in the skiff and rested and then I sculled back. It was getting along in the afternoon. I went down once more with the wrench and it didn't do any good. That wrench was too light. It wasn't any good diving unless you had a big hammer or something heavy enough to do good. Then I lashed the wrench to the grains pole again and I watched through the water glass and pounded on the glass and hammered until the wrench came off and I saw it in the glass, clear and sharp, go sliding down along her and then off and down to the quicksand and go in. Then I couldn't do a thing. The wrench was gone and I'd lost a grapple so I went back to the boat. I was too tired to get the skiff aboard and the sun was pretty low. The birds were all pulling out and leaving her and I headed for Southwest Key towing the skiff and the birds going on ahead of me and behind me. I was very tired.
That night the wind began to blow and it blew for a week. You couldn't get out to the liner. They came out from town and told me the fellow I'd had to cut was all right except for his arm and I went back to town and they put me under a five hundred dollar bond. It came out all right because some of them, friends of mine, swore he was after me with an axe; but by the time we got back out to her the Greeks had blown her open and cleaned her out. They got the safe out with dynamite. Nobody ever knows how much they got. She carried gold and they got it all. They stripped her clean. I found her and I never got a nickel out of her.
It was a hell of a thing all right. They say she was just outside of Havana harbour when the hurricane hit and she couldn't get in or the owners wouldn't let the captain chance coming in; they say he waned to try; so she had to go with it and in the dark they were running with it trying to go through the gulf between Rebecca and Tortugas when she struck on the quicksands. Maybe her rudder was carried away. May be they weren't even steering. But anyway they couldn't have known they were quicksands and when she struck the captain must have ordered them to open up the ballast tanks so she'd lie solid. But it was quicksand she'd hit and when they opened the tank she went in stern first and then over her beam ends. There were four hundred and fifty passengers and the crew on board of her and they must all have been aboard of her when I found her. They must have opened the tanks as soon as she struck and the minute she settled on it the quicksands took her down. Then her boilers must have burst and that must have been what made those pieces that came out. It was funny there weren't any sharks. There wasn't a fish. I could have seen them on that clear white sand.
As to the lighthouse you can see the Rebecca light from where she is. They've got a buoy on her now. She's right at the end of the quicksand, right at the end of the gulf. She only missed going through by about a hundred yards. In the dark in the storm they just missed it; raining the way it was they couldn't have seen the Rebecca. Then they're not used to that sort of thing. The captain of a liner isn't used to scudding that way. They have a course and they tell me they set some sort of a compass and it steers itself. They probably didn't know where they were when they got that blow. Maybe they'd lost the rudder. Anyway there wasn't another thing for them to hit till they'd got to Mexico once they were in that gulf. Must have been something when they struck in that rain and wind and he told them to open her tanks. Everybody must have been below. They couldn't have lived on deck. There must have been some scenes inside all right because you know she settled fast. I saw that wrench go into the sand. The captain couldn't have known it was quicksand when she struck unless he knew these waters. He just knew it wasn't rock. He must have seen it all up in the bridge. He must have known what it was about when she settled. I wonder how fast she made it. I wonder if the mate was there with him. Do you think they stayed inside the bridge or do you think they took it outside? They never found any bodies. Not a one. Nobody floating. They float a long way with life belts too. They must have taken it inside. Well, the Greeks got it all. Everything. They must have come fast all right. They picked her clean. First there were the birds, then me, the Greeks, and even the birds got more out of her than I did.
Ex. I. Answer the following questions:
1. Did the people described in the story start fighting about anything serious?
2. What was the result of the fight?
3. Where did one of the men go after the fight?
4. How did he get to Southwest Key?
5. What did he find there?
6. What kind of ship was she?
7. What did the liner carry?
8. Did he try to get inside the liner?
9. Why was it so difficult to get into it?
10. Who got inside the ship and stripped her clean?
Ex. II. Translate the following sentences into English:
1. √ерой рассказа обнаружил лайнер, который потерпел кораблекрушение в результате сильного шторма.
2. ќн предполагал, что на судне должно быть ценностей на п€ть миллионов долларов.
3. ќн старалс€ сделать все, что возможно, чтобы проникнуть на судно.
4. ќн ныр€л и, наход€сь под водой, смотрел через иллюминаторы.
5. ¬нутри лайнера он видел много различных вещей.
6. ¬се иллюминаторы были закрыты.
7. ќн пыталс€ разбить стекло, но оно было слишком толстым.
8. ќн первым обнаружил судно после кораблекрушени€, но ничего не мог сделать.
9. ≈му пришлось уехать в город, где он провел около недели.
10. огда он вернулс€, он обнаружил, что греки взорвали судно и увезли все ценности.
I. Give the equivalents of the following expressions:
Ѕыть ответственным за...; ремонтировать оборудование; на борту судна; упорно работать над чем-то; предсто€щий шторм; передавать и принимать радиограммы.
II. Translate the following sentences into English:
1. Ётот лайнер часто заходит в ваш порт? Ц ќчень часто, каждую неделю.
2. ¬чера электрики проверили лебедки. ќни были в пор€дке.
3. ¬ы умеете переводить технические тексты? Ц Ќет.
4. ¬ котором часу вы вчера провер€ли спасательные средства? Ц ¬ двенадцать.
5. огда судно прибудет в порт назначени€? Ц „ерез 2 дн€.
6. Ќаше судно ожидали в понедельник.
7. ќн сообщил, что приедет во вторник.
8. ≈сли бы вы включили телевизор, вы бы узнали больше о загр€знении окружающей среды, кислотных дожд€х и глобальном потеплении.
III. Read the text and translate it in writing:
Semyon Dezhnev spent more than forty years of his life in different expeditions. His ship was the first to pass through the strait that separates Asia from America.
But Dezhnev's reports remained unpublished for more than eighty years. His name and his discoveries were forgotten. In the 18th century the strait first entered by Dezhnev was named after Bering, who was at the head of the Great Northern Expedition. It was only in 1758 that Dezhnev's reports, discovered by a member of the Russian Academy of Sciences in the Yakutsk archives, were at last published.
250 years after the expedition of Dezhnev and his men, in commemoration of their great feat, the extreme northeast point of Asia was named the Cape of Dezhnev. Besides, the mountain range on the Chukotski Peninsula and one of the bays in the Bering Sea also bear his name.
IV. Answer the following questions in details:
1.Where did the DezhnevТs ship sail?
2.What happened to his discoveries?
3.What places were named in honour of Dezhnev?