Pa eee pe omen: anced Axrnnacknn Kny6 Ockap Yaiiny CKA3KH Domawnrer Warne ©YAAK 811.111(075) BBK 81.2Au00-93, vB Cepus «Anenuonui aye nksoaeT KHANH M yueOHe nocoOus, pacceNTaRN Ha MT sano MayH aE inexoro sou: Elementary (ana wawemeunes), Pre- Intermediate (41x nponesteaiomnx nepsoro ypout), Intermediate (1 nposomaaiouvex sroporo yom), Upper Intermediate (ue npoaomxanicx Tpersero ypomis) w Advanced (1m covepurenerayrourcs), Ceputtice opoparnestie A.M paneor0 Yaiaua, 0. YES Caasku [= Fairy Tales) / Ocrap Yattn,ananraunn rex cera, ynpavtietien, enomapb JT B. Xomocoolt.— Me. Apne- nec, 2008, — 1926: — (Anranicxwit yo). — oman ee tema). ISBN 97-5-812-3093. Scone compa 9 exe suet ARERR EATEN rx ki nemo peasy aren ne pony Hoppe spi peace ars pe Bp en Yen p"texcru cx centr congue congo ‘tpn ncinus paren cape corp ‘ate conpooasace a ics. BK #1200033 sane anners) 2000 Hanarenern ISaN one s.r. 2003.8 SAMACSepeces 002 Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) ‘Though Oscar Wilde is known today primarily as a playwright and asthe author of The Piewre of Dorion Gray (1881) — his only ‘hovel — he also wrote poetry, fry tales, essays and erticism, all of Which expres his aesthetic approach to life and at Indeed, he was the mast popular spokesman in the late XIX eentury advocating the doctrine of aesthetcism, which insisted that art shouldbe primaily concered with “art for ans sake,” not with politics, religion, science, bourgeois moray ‘Oscar Wike (Fingal O'Faherie Wi) was ‘bom in Dublin on October 16, 1854 to parents ‘who were prominent in Irdand's socal fe. His father (Wiliam Ralph Wills) was a leading ear and eye surgeon who fad founded 2 hospital a 2 year before Wilde's bin and who had received {the appoinament of Surgeon Ocal In Ordinary to the Queen, and hoaorary postion especialy ‘reated for him in recognition of his international reputation. Wilde's mother (Francesca Ele Wilde), nine years younger than het husband, ‘was known in lterary and political circles as “Speranza”, a name she adopted inthe, 1840s to give hope to Trish nationalists and activists in the woman’s rights movement ‘Wilde recived an education appropriate t his station in life When he was ten, he was sent to Porta Royal School (founded by King Charles Il) in Enniskillen, Ubter. In October 1971, he centered Trinity College in Dublin, where he distinguished himself by winning various prizes and medals, particularly for his learning in the chassis, In June 1874, he won a scholarship, the classical Dempship, to Magdalen College, Oxiord Universiy, alter completing his thied year at Trinity College. At Oxford, Wilde developed the ‘manner of poseur and was widely ecognised by his fellow student as 2 brilliant talker, On May 29, 1884 he martied Constance Lloyd. She came from a respectable legal family in Ireland. They had two children Gyn and Vyryan, Probably his happy family le inspired lm to write stories for children. The Happy Prince and Other Tales was Published in 1888, A Howse of Pomegranates — in 1891-1892 3In October 1900, following his trip to Rome, Wilde was ill ith an ear infection thet developed into encephalitis. On October 10, fhe underwent an operation. Thus, he died on 10 November atthe age offoy-six. His tomb, sculpted by Sir Jacob Epstein, i in Pee Lachaise Cemetery, Pari ‘THE HAPPY PRINCE High above the city, ona tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was covered with thin eves of fine gold, for eves ne had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby shone brightly (on his sword-hil He was very’ much admired indeed. "He i 8s beautiful as a ‘weathercock,” sid one of the Town Councillors, who wished to gain 2 reputation for having aristic tates. "Only not quite so use." he ‘added because he was afraid that people may think him wnpracieal, ‘hich he really was no ‘Way can't you be like the Happy Prince?” asked a sensible rather of her litle boy who was eryin for the moon. “The Happy Prince never dreams of erying for anything.” “Tam glad there is someone inthe world who is quite happy.” said a dissppoinied man as he looked at the wonderful statue“He looks just lke an angel,” said the Charity Children? as ‘they eame out of the cathedral “How do you know?” said the Mathematical Maser. “You have never seen one.” “Al But we hav, i our dreams,” answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked a them angi, because he did not approve of children dreaming ‘One night there lew over the city lite Swallow. His fiends wont avay to Exypt six weeks before. But he stayed behind, because he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He saw her early inthe spring as he was Mying down the river after a big yellow moth, He asso arated by her slender waist that he stopped to talk to her. “Shall [love you?” asked the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a Tow bow. So he New round and round her, touching the water with his wings. This was his courship, and it lasted all through the summer “Ici. ridiculous attachment,” ewittered the other Swallows, “she has no. money and far too many relations,” and, indeed, the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away. ‘ler they had gone, the Swallow felt lonely and began to think of his lady-love. "She has no convesation,” he sad, "and I fam affaid that she is a coquetie, for she i always fling with the wind." And cortainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the ‘most graceful curtseys. “I admit that she is domestic,” he continued, “hut [love travelling, and my wife should aso love traveling.” “Will you come away with me?” he suid finaly coer, but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home “You have been tiling with me,” be cried. “Tam off to the Pyramids.» Good-bye!” and he flew away, ‘Al day long he fle, and atright-time he arcived a the city “where shall T stay?” he thought. "I hope the town. has made preparations." “Then he saw the statue on the tal column. “Iwill stay there,” he ered, “it is a fie position, with plenty of fesh air.” So he settle just between the feet ofthe Happy Prine. “I have 1 golden bedroom,” he sad sofly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to goto sleep. But just as he was putting his head under his wing, large drop of water fell on him. What a curious thing” he eried. *Theve is nota single cloud in the sty, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yeti i raining, The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed wsed to Tike the rain, but there was only her ) carrying on 6) palling out 3) “pluck our my other eve” 1) take off ') pullout ©) gather 4) “sorting children” 2) hungry and tity ») sick 6) dying of hunger 5) “ese a proclamation” a) write a regulation 1) produce an official statement ©) ive a public order 6) “pulled dow the statue ‘) remove ) destroy ©) ain 1) “have been ing with me” 1) have been neglecting 'b) have been joking «) have been playing the foo! --8) “cooing to each other” a) taking care ') making soft lovely noises ©) consoling ‘Transat he folowing sentences nt Engst, 1) Fopoxcxott Conernink x0xaa1 npocaimTe 28 To:Kore 2) Tipoxevas naa ropozcesmen tpyoGavet, lacrouxa yes tena cTapan espeeu, KoTopWe AKAN MEXAY CO6OH 3). Tipopeecop opsurotorun wanewsra1 06 YoLAeHON npO- ‘rpartioe micano 8 Mecriolt rere 4) Tlactosxa npobparace » xawopky H nonoxsuta py6ue Ha ‘eon pao ¢ naneperkoxt nen 5) Taerowra noeeTie Boe nara H sORTO cHReNa Ha lume cOSopHOM Koroxomti 6) Tras Csaerimoro Tipu Gio enenans 10 peaxoer- ‘nsx camupos, npwbescibox iy Hani Tacay er 7) Tiacrowwa nooGeuiama Fipniy rephyricx wecHOM Hp ‘ecto Erunra va aparouenisn xan axecro Tex, xoropale ox oa 8) lens zeae llacrowxa cutenay wero a xe4e W pacexa- sumaa 0 Tou, 470 siueaa B JATeRiN CTpAHAX, 9) Bean Tacrou stepana ace chieses Weintee, NO He xorera nociars Mpunua, Tax Kak OveH sH06H%a EF. 10) Fopoxexoh Coser peunct voaans yxas, sanpeumoutat evuan yoonpars Ha 3TOM MecTe Discussion Tasks Discs the flows 1) Prove that the Happy Prince was compassionate and understood the needs ofthe poor 2) Find some facts inthe tale to show tha the Swallow loved the Happy Prine. 3) Who do you feel most sorry for atthe end of the tale: the Happy Prince or the Swallow? Why? 4) Discuss the moral ofthe tale‘THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE She said that she would dance with me, sf 1 brought hee red roses," ered the young Student, “bu in all my garden there i no red From her nest in the Oak-tter the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves and wondered ‘Not a single red rose in all my garden!” the young man fed, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears “Ah, on what litle ing does my happiness depend: | have fead all the books the wise ‘men have writen, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, but 1 feel unhappy bectuse [cannot find a ted rose for my love. "Here fa troe lover at lac,” thought the Nightingale, “Night afer night I Sang of him, though I knew him not; night after night, | tolé his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair i dark as the hyzcinth-blossom, and his lips are red asthe rose of his desire: 2 ‘but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.” "The Prince gives a ball tomorrow night,” said the young Student, “and my love will be there, IFT bring her a red rose she will dance with me tll dawn. If [bring her a red rose T shall hold hr in my arms, and she wil Jean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my ‘arden, so 1 shal sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She wil ake no notice of me, and my heart will break” “Here, indeed, 1S & tue lover,” sad the Nightingale. “What sing of he sues! what i joy to me, to im is pain. Surely Hove 3 4 ‘wonderful thing Its more precous tan emeralds and dearer than fine ‘pals. Pears and rubies cannot buy it, nor is it sold in the markt place may not be bought from merchants, nor can it be exchanged for go.” “The musicians will st in ther gallery," continued the young Student, “and play upon thee stringed instruments, and my love will dance {0 the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance ‘9 lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and she will be surrounded by couriers in thet fine dreses. But with ine she will not dance, for Ihave no red rose to give her,” and he fll down on the gras, buried his face in hs hands and begun to cry “Why is he weeping?” asked a lite Green Lizard, as he ran past the Student with his tall inthe ar. “Why, indeed?” said a ButerMy, who was futering about ater sunbeam, “Way, indood?” whispered a Daisy to his acighbour in a sot, low voice. “Hie is weeping because of a red ros,” sd the Nightingale "A red rose?” they ced. "How very riiculous™ And the litle Lizard, who was something of a cynic, burst out laughing But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow, and she sa silent in the Oak-tre, and thought about the nnystery of Love. Suddenly she spread her brown wings for fight, and flew into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow, and lke a shadow she sled across the garden Inthe centre ofthe grass-plot there was a beautiful Rosetre, and, when she saw it, she flew over tovards it “Give me a red rose,” she cried, “and | will sing you my sweetest sone.”‘But the Tree shook its head. "My roses ate white," it answered, “as white as the foam of the Sea, and whiter than the snew upon the mountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sundial, and, perhaps, he will give you what you want” So the Nightingle flew over tothe Rose-tree that was growing round the sundial. “Give me a red rose,” she cried, “and I will sing you my sweetest song.” MY roses ae yellow.” It answered, “yellow as the hair ofthe ‘mermaid, who sits upon an amber throne; and yellower than the daffodil inat blooms In the meadow before the mower comes with his seythe, But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student's Window, and, perhaps, he will give You what yOu want.” So the Nightingale flew over tothe Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Students window. she pleaded, “and I wil sing you my ‘weetest song.” But the Tree shook its head “My roses are re," it answered, "as ed asthe fet of doves, and redder than the great fs of coral in the ovean cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frst has nipped my buss, and the form, has broken my branches, an T shall have no roses at all his yar.” “One red rose i all I want,” cried the Nightingale, “only one red rose! Is there any way by which I ean get if?” “There isa way,” answered the Tree, "but i is so tersble that 1 dare not tell it to you.” Fell it to me,” said the Nightingale, “I am not afiid.” “If you want a'red rose,” said the Tre, “you mas build it out cof music by moonlight, and stain it with your own hear-blood, ‘You must sing to me with your breast against a thom. All night, Jong you must sing to me, and the tom must reach your heam, and blood must flow into my veins, and become mine.” “Death is a great price to pay for a red rose,” eried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dar to all Iti pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet isthe seent of the hewthorn, and sweet are the bluebells? that hide inthe valley, and the Reather* that blows on the hill Yet Love is better than Life, ané what isthe hear ofa bird compared to the heart of a man?” 4 So she spread her brown wings for Might, and few into the ai. She swept over the garden like-a shadow, and like 2 skadow she sailed through the grove. “The young Student was sil Iyng on the gras, where she had Jef him, and the tears were aot yet dry in his beaut eyes, “Be happy,” cried the Nightingale, “be happy; you shall have your red rose, {will build it out of musi by moonlight, and sain i with my own heart-biood. All that Task of you in retur is that you will be @ true lover. For Love is wiser than Philosophy, though he 'S wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. His wings ae flame-coloured, and his body's coloured lke ® flame, His lips fare sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense." “The Student looked up ftom the grass, and listened, but he ‘ould not understand what the Nightingale vas saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, Tor he was very fond ofthe litle Nightingale, who had built her nest in his branches. “Sing me one last song," he whispered. “I shall feel lonely ‘when you are gone” So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-te, and her voice was lke buibling water ‘When she finished her song, the Student got up, and pulled 4 notebook and a lead pencil out of his pocket. “She is graceful,” he sid to himself ashe walked away through the grove, “that cannot be denied; but has she got feling? T am laid not In fact, she is ike mos aris; she i all ile without any Sincerity. She only thinks of music, and everybody knows that the fans are selfish Sil, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity its that they do not mean anything, ‘or do any practical ood!” And he went into his room, and lay down, ‘on his lite palletbed, and began to think of his love: and, after 2 time he fell sleep. ‘And when the moon shone inthe sky the Nightingale ew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang, with her breast against the thom, and the cold crystal ‘moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thom went deeper and deeper in her breast, and her lifeblood ebbed away from her ‘She sang frst of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a {i And on the top of the Rose-tce blosomed a marvellous rose, -petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was i, at fst as the mist that hangs over the rver, pale at the feet ofthe morning, And silver asthe wings of the dawn. Pale as the shadow of arose in 4 mirror of silver, as the shadow of «rose in a water poo, so was the rose that blossomed on the top ofthe Tree But the Tree cried to the Nightingale t press closer against, the thorn. “Press closer, litle Nightingale,” ried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose i finished.” So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thom, and louder ‘and louder grew her song, for she sang ofthe birth ofthe pasion in the soul of 8 man and s young woman, ‘And a delicate dus of pink came int the leaves of the rose, like the lush inthe fae ofthe bridegroom, when he kises the lips ‘of the bride. But the thon had not yet reached ter heart, so the rose's heat remained white fr only the blood from a Nightingale’s heart can erimson the heart of a rose. ‘And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thor, “Press closer, litle Nightingale,” erie the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finshed.” ‘So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heat, and a sudden feeling of pain shot through her Biter, biter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the ioe tht dies notin the tomb ‘And the marvellous rose became erimson, ike the rose ofthe castem sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby ‘was the heart. But the Nightingale’s voice grew fainter, and her litle wings ‘began to beat, and her eves prew dim. Painter and falnter grew her song, and she felt thet could no longer breathe ‘Then she gave one lst Burst of music. The white Moon heard i, and she forgot the dav, and sill remained inthe sky. The red rose heard, and it trembled all over with estas, and opened its petals 0 the cold motnng ar. Echo credit to her purple caver inthe hil, ‘and woke the seeping shepherds fom their dreams. It lated through the reeds ofthe rver, and they eared is message tothe sea “Look, look!” cred the Tree. “The rose i finshed now,” but the Nightingale made no answer, for she was lying dead in th long ‘eis, with the thom in her hear. And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out io "Why, what @ wonderful piece of luck! he ered. “Here is a red rose! I have never seem any rose Tike it in all my life, Tis 50 beautiful that Lam sure it has a Tong Latin name,” and he leaned down and plucked it ‘Then fe put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor's house With the rose in his hand. ‘The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway, winding blue silk on a wel, and her litle dog was lying at her fet “You said you would dance with me if | brought you a red rose,” ered the Student. “Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it tonight nex to your hear, and a8 we dance together, it will ell you how I love you." But the git frowned “Tat affad, it wil not go with my dress," she answered, “and, besides, the ‘Chamberlain's nephew has sent me some rel {ewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than ower.” “Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful,” said the ‘Student angily, and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell imo the gutter, and a cartwheel went over it “Ungrateful” cried the gir “I tll you what, you are very rude; and, afier all, who ate you? Only a Student.’ Why, I don't believe you have even got siver buckles to your shoes, unlike the ‘Chamberlain's nephew,” and she got up from her chair and went Ito the house. “What a silly thing Love i!” said the Student as he walked cs not half 2s sel as Logic, fort does not prove anything. 5 telling one of things that are not going to happen, and ‘making one believe things that are not true. In fact, iti quite lunpratical, and, inthis age to be practical i everything, ¥ shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics.” So he retumed to his room and pulled outa great dusty book, and began to read. Commentary & what 1 sng of fe suffers — 0,0 ew smu» NOH, OH TEpEAHBBET P hawthom (Gom.) — Gospiswsnnk2 ede (Gom.) — xonoxoasne 4 heather (Gom.) — vepeck 5 Tam aff, wil nat go with my dress ~ Bowes, oma (post) we noaofiaer x Mocsy nsa7H0 Exercises 11 Reading Comprehension ead the tale again and complete the following sentences. 1) There is no rose in ny garden, 0, 2) Tieeluahappy beesuse 3) The winter har chilled my veins, the Storm has broken my branches, and 4) The Student couldat understand what the Nightingale was saying, for 5) The Nightingale made no answer, for 6) ‘Wem the Student ran to the Profesor’ house with the rose, his ladylove 17) The Sudan threw the rose Tato the lier, Because —— 3) What did the Rose-tree ask the Nightingale for the red rose? 4) What did the Nightingale scriice to help the Student and why? 5). What did the Nightingale sing of and how did she sing? 66) How did his ladylove meet the Student when he eame to hher with the red rose? 2) Wee eth State row the reese and what happened oi 8) Why did the Student go back to Philosopny? Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks Find inthe ext the Raglh or: ‘anarh Gat; He SaMesar®; CTDYHNNM MyStaKaTEMA MHeTEY ett; Gure oxpyacesnof! mpHxDopMnh; Hapa Oe; eckOMKO CRON X UMHIEa¥Y; TaNHTBO "HOO, pacrpa- ‘Te KpHUibn JOM noneTa; xpoub ® Mone xvinax sacTuna OT SwOCHeH CTY; MOpOS NOOK MON HOXKH: AOpOraR UeKa 3 ‘pactyi pO3y; HpOeHTs RsaeH,pKO-AnOTO UbeTa ctzers Y ‘opera; 3a poaa we nosofkter K MCeMY MAATHO; RATAN. Gomiuiyio sanuizesmnio xxry Complete the following actives hy adding the correct prt (aa, ‘© im-) and pt them inthe appropriate coluna below. happy, practical, true, __definite, __ ferent, tear’ —eommon, — fair, — kind,’ pleasant, patient, — proper, —"“atentve, —eomect, constant, grateful, —cky,’ —eonveniet, personal, —— sincere 18) Lowe isnot half as useful as Logie, for Ameer the following questions. 1) What eid the Nightingale hear from her nes in the Oak- 2) Where did the Nightingale Oy to look forthe rod rose? - »‘Sometimes uncountable nouns are preceded by such noun phrases as it ofa pec of, ee. Match the words om right side with those om the left sda nthe example, 1) abar of advice 2) abit of bread 3) a cake of cate 4) a drop of chocolate 5) agrain of | __ ls 6) a leaf of — — jam 7) a lump of | — luck 8) a pane of 8) a piece of 10) a picee of M1) a piece of 12) a pot of | 13) a Sheet of ‘lin the banks with correct prepositions. 1) She will take no notice me. 2) His beauifl eyes were filled tears, 3). She willbe surrounded courtiers their Fine dresses. 44). The Nightingale spread her brown wings fight. '5) You mus sing me with yourbreast the thom, 66). Death is a great price to pay red rove 7) Life is dear all 8) Allthat ask you return you wil be a tre lover. 9) Her litle dog was Iyiag her feet 10) He threw the rose The sect ‘Use the verbs in rackets inthe Past Simple, 1) The Nightingale the secret of Student's sorrow. (understand) 2) The Nightingale over the Rose-tre that ~—— round the sundial. (ly: grow) 3) The Young Student sill on the gras, when she him. Cie leave) 4) He Taio his room, and down on his bed, and after @ time he asleep. (go; lie; fall) 5) When the Moon _—_ in the sky, the Nightingale 1o the Rose-te. (shine) ® first of the birth of love in the heart (sing) ” ——_—_—__itandehe___ the dawn, and sil inthe shy. (hear forgets remain) 8) The Nightingsle ___no answer, for she ‘dcad Tn the Tong ass. (mak lie) 9) ‘The daughier of the Profesor in the doormay, blue Sk on a fee, and her line dow ter feet, (sit, wind; Ue) 10) He" The rose into the stret, where it into the gutter, and a cartwheel ‘over it (throw; fll; go) ‘Study the folowing comparative phrases, translate them into ssa Find oat the seatenes inthe ae in Wich they are use. Make our own sentences. dark as the hyacinth blossom; as red asthe rose of desire; more precious; dearer than fine opus: as white a the foam of the Sea; the sweetest song; as yellow asthe hair ofthe mermald; red as the fet of doves; redder than the great fans of coral, Love is wiser than Philosopy: Love is mightier than Power, 1s oweet 3s honey; deeper and deeper in her beast as pale as the shadow ofthe rose: press closer; louder and louder, wilder nd wilder, fainter and finer; the reddest 098 ‘xplan the meanings ofthe Kallsed phrasal vers inthe flowing sentences, wea itonay necessary. 1) She dooked ou through the leaves. 2) She passed through the grove Like a shadow: 3) You must build 11 out of music by moonlight. 4) The Student looked up fom the grass and listened. 5) The Student gor up, and pulled a notebook and a pencil out of his pocket u6) Her lifeblood ebbed away from het 7) He put on his hat, and ran upto the Professors house. 8) Tam afraid, i will not go with my dress ‘Transat the ellowng sentences lato Fgh. 1) Ero sorocu Guam res, Kax TEM KHALDNT, 8 OM ero xpECH, KAK Ta O92, KOTOPYO OW weKAr. 2). “Beant a upinecy xpachyo por, om Gyaer rantcaars co ‘wot 0 paccnerae, — terran Cryaei 3). ® 3) o He had been to vist his tend. Anyone cam understand tha, T wil allow nobody to play inf but mysel, ‘We must ask the Hail on a vs [eam undersiand why the Spring is so late in coming. He thought it must be the King’s musicians passing by. Who has dared to wound you? Can you fin the missing words? » 2 > a 9 6 ” 8) 3) He put up a notice-boaré will be prosecuted” ‘The Snow covered the gras with great white___, and the Frost all the ees. silver The North Wind was all day aboat the ‘The Fall — ‘onthe roof of the castle tl it broke most ofthe ‘The Giant's heart 5 he looked out as really only ide singing outside his window. ‘Through a little hole in the wall the children had ‘The ids were Ding about and with dei, The litle boy Tis two arms and flang round the Giants neck10) Years went over, the Giant grew very od and, Translate the ellowing sentences ito Eaglsh 1) Keasuit sen, sosapauasen 1 mami, zen, xaK no- sesock, aaxomuit wean Beaikana Howth 2) Benunast Gee cool! can aicoKOR eTeHOM H oweCH ‘oGwentenve: «Bxox socnpenten. Hapyuurean Gyayr 3) Manik Ghar Tax man, 470 He MOF aoruuyTaCR a0 ner eit epens TOKO NOAH HOKPYE MELD H TOPLKO TL 4) A crow creny, w woit can cTaHeT HA BeKN pemHe NecTOw Ju Acre Hep. 5) Benmxai reneps Gist eH 06p KO BcEN ZETA, HO OF ‘TockOHA 0 cu0eM MEMTEHLKOM apyFe H 4aCTO © Hes Beno: 6) Tom mpoxoxu 2a ronos, Beaskan coerapiiien 1 0a: peuer 7). B cawon yxposos yranke cata cros1o aepeno, cfs HoKpHTOE wocuNTHTENEHAI Ges1N wHETOM 8) Ha apyrom sem, Koraa aetn mpaGexaam # can, on sawn Benwxana weprin, Discussion Tasks Discus the ftlonag. 1) Describe the Giants garden. 2) Speak about the Giant. How does his character in the sory develop and change asthe story progresses? 3) Agree or disagree with the statement from the tale: “The children are the most beau Nawers ofall” 4) Comment on the tlle of the sory. 5) Discuss the moral ofthe tale ‘THE DEVOTED FRIEND One morning the old Water Rat put his head out of his hole, He had bright beady eyes and stiff grey whiskers, and his tail was like a Tong bit of black India-eubber.' The litle ducks were swimming about in the pond. looking just like a lot of Yellow canaries. Their mother, who was pure white with real ed legs, was trying to teach them how to stand on their heads in the You will never be in the best society unless you can stand on your heads,” she kept saying to them; every now and then she showed them how it was done. But the litle ducks paid no attention to her. They were so young that they did not know what an advantage i is to be in sociesy at al. “What disobedient children!” cied the old Water Rat. “They really doserve 1 be drowned,“Nothing ofthe kind,” answered the Duck, “every one must make a beginning, and parents cannot be too patient.” “an [know nothing about the feelings of parents,” said the Water Rat. “I'am not a family man. In fact, Uhave never been rmarted, and never intend to be. Love i all very well in ts way, but fiiendship is much higher. Indeed, I know of nothing inthe world that i ether nobler oF rarer than’ devoted friendship.” “And what i your idea of the duties of a devoted fiend?” asked a preen Linnet, who was sitting on a willow-tree? nearby, find heard the conversation, "Yes, tha is just what I want t0 know,” said the Duck; and she swam away tothe end of the pond, and stood upon her head, in order to give her children a good example. What a silly question! ered the Water Rat. “I should expect sy devoted friend to be devoted to me, of couse.” “And what would you do in etum’” said the ite bird, lapping bis tiny wigs. “1 'don’t understand,” answered the Water Rat “Let me tell you a story on the subject,” said the Linn. “Is the sory about me?” asked the Water Rat. “If so, I ill listen toi, You know I am extremely fond of fletion.” "It may be about you as wel,” answered the Linnet; and he ‘ew down and begun to tll the story of The Devoted Friend. Once upon a time,” began the Linne, “there was an honest lie fellow named Hans.” “Was there something special about him?” asked the Water Rat, "No," answered the Linnet, “I don't think there was something special about him, except for his kind hear, and funny, round, ‘geod-humoured face, He lived in a tiny cottage all by himself, and fvery day he worked in his garden. In all the countnside there was ‘no garden so lovely as his, All kinds of lowers bloomed or blossomed In their proper order as the months went by, one flower taking ‘another flower's place, So there were always beautiful things to look a, and pleasant odours 10 smel ‘Eile Hans had a great many frends. But the most devoted fiend of all was big Hugh the Miller. Indeed, so devoted was the rich Miller to Lite Hans, that he would never go by his garden ‘without leaning over the wall and plucking @ large nosepay.” He ‘would never go by his garden without having a handful of sweet ett or fling his pockets with plums and cherties, ft was the frat “Real frends should have everything in common,’ the Miller used to say, Little Hans nodded and smiled. He felt very proud of having a friend with such noble ideas, “Sometimes, indeed, the neighbours thought it strange that the righ Miler never gave Little Hans anything in return. All knew thatthe Miler had a hundred sacks of flour stored in hi mill, and ‘x mileh cows. and a lage flock of wooly sheep. But Hans never ‘troubled his head about these things. Nothing gave him greater pleasure than to listen to all he wonderful things the Millet used 10 {ay about the unselfishness of tus friendship. “So Litle Hans worked hardin his garden. During the spring, the summer, and the autumn he vas very happy. But when the ‘winter came, and he had no frit oF lowers to bring to the market, he slfered = good deal from cold and hunger. Often he had to go to bed without aay supper but a few dried pears or some hard nuts. In the winter, aso, he was extremely lonely, es the Miller never came to see him then. “There is no good in my going to se Lite Hans a ong asthe snow lat, the Miller wed to say to his wife. When people are in ‘rouble, they shouldbe left alone and not be bothered by vistors. At Teast, that is my idea aout frendship, and Tamsure Iam right. So [shall wait tl the soring comes, and then [ shal pay him avis. ‘Aad he willbe able to give me a large basket of primroses, and that will make him so happy.” “You are certainly very thoushtul about others,” answered the Wife, as she sat in her comfortable armehai by the big pinewood fire, "Very thoughtful, indeed. I am so delighted to hear you tall about friendship. Tam sure the clergyman himself could not sty such Deauiul things as you do, though he docs live in a thee-storied house, and does wear a golden ing on his litle finger” “But could not we ask Lite Hans up here” sid the Miller's youngest son. "If poor Hans isin trouble, will give him half my porridge, and show him my white rabbits” “what a ily Boy you are!” ried the Miler. ‘I really don't know what isthe use of sending you to school. You seem to learn nothing. Why, if Litle Hans came up here, and saw our warm fire, and good supper, and a cask of red Wine, he might get envious. Envy isa terrible thing and can spoil anybody's nature. I cersinly ‘-