A: You're on holiday, aren't you?

B:

No, I'm not.

A: You're not working, are you?

B:

Yes, I am.

A: You work in London, don't you?

B:

No, I don't.

A: It's nearly time for tea, isn't it?

B:

No, it isn't.

A: You're not hungry, are you?

B:

Yes, I am.

A: You'll soon be going home, won't you?

B:

No, I shan't.

Section Six

Ex. 19

BALZAC AS A HANDWRITING EXPERT

Balzac, the famous French writer, was a man of great talent. But he himself

was proud of his ability to tell a person's character by his or her handwriting. He

often told his friends that he could tell anybody's character exactly by his

handwriting.

One day a woman friend brought him a young boy's exercise book. She said

that she wanted to know what Balzac thought of the boy's character.

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Balzac studied the handwriting carefully for a few minutes. The woman,

however, told him that the boy was not her son and that he might tell her the

truth.

"All right," said Balzac. "I shall tell you the truth." And he said that the boy

was a bad, lazy fellow.

"It's very strange," said the woman smiling. "This is a page from your own

exercise book, which you used when you were a boy."

Section Seven

Ex. 9

A: Is it going to rain? В: I hope

not.

A: Ought we to take our coats?

В: I think so.

A: Shall we be late?

B: We might be.

A: Is the car all right?

В: I expect so.

A: Will it break down?

В: I doubt it.

A: Have you got enough petrol? В: I hope I

have.

Ex. 17 • MY BEDROOM

At night when I feel tired and sleepy, I go up to my bedroom and switch on

the electric light. I take off my shoes, undress and put on my pyjamas. Then I get

into bed arid switch off the light.

After a few minutes I fall asleep. I sleep the whole night through.

Punctually at seven-thirty in the morning, the alarm-clock rings and wakes

me up. I get out of bed, put on my dressing-gown and slippers, and go into the

bathroom, where I turn on the hot and cold taps. While the water's running into

the bath, I wash my face and neck, clean my teeth, and shave. My shaving things

are on the shelf above the basin. Then I turn off the taps

and have my bath. Sometimes I have a shower. When I've dried myself with a

towel, I get dressed.

On the dressing-table in front of the looking-glass, you'll see a hairbrush and

a comb, a hand-mirror, a bottle of scent and a powder-box. These, of course,

don't belong to me, but to my wife. In the chest of drawers I keep clean linen

such as shirts, collars and handkerchiefs, besides things like socks and ties. The

dirty linen is put in a linen basket and sent to the laundry. In the wardrobe I keep

my suits and other clothes, which I hang on coat-hangers.

Ex. 19

THE SMOKING CHIMNEY

One afternoon Professor N. was walking along a country road when he saw a

farmer eating his supper alone in the road before his house. The professor

approached the farmer and asked him:

"Why are you eating here alone?"

"Well, sir," answered the farmer after a short pause, "the chimney smokes."

"That is too bad," said the professor. "You must have it repaired. Let's have a

look at it."

And before the farmer could say a word the professor tried to enter the

farmer's house. As soon as he opened the door a broom fell on his shoulders and

a woman's voice cried:

"Go away, you old rascal, or I'll kill you ..."

The professor left the house quickly. The farmer sat in the road looking very

unhappy. The professor approached him and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Never mind," said he, "my chimney smokes sometimes too."

Section Eight

Ex. 6

A: When I went out it was dark. B: Was

it?

A: Just at first I couldn't see.

B: Couldn't you?

A: After a while I got used to it.

В: Did you?

A: I went to Tom's and he wasn't there. B: Wasn't he?

A: So I walked around and then came back home. B: Oh?

A: And now if you like we'll go to the pictures. * B: Lovely.

Ex. 15

MARK TWAIN IN FRANCE

Mark Twain, the famous American writer, was travelling in France. Once he

was going by train to Dijon. That afternoon he was very tired and wanted to

sleep. He therefore asked the conductor to wake him up when they came to

Dijon. But first he explained that he was a very heavy sleeper. "I'll probably

protest loudly when you try to wake me up," he said to the conductor. "But do

not take notice, just put me off the train anyway."

Then Mark Twain went to sleep. Later, when he woke up, it was night-time

and the train was in Paris already. He realized at once that the conductor had

forgotten to wake him up at Dijon. He was very angry. He ran up to the

conductor and began to shout at him. "I have never been so angry in all my life,"

Mark Twain said.

The conductor looked at hirri calmly. "You are not half so angry as the

American whom I put off the train at Dijon," he said.

Section Nine

Ex. 12

PLANNING A HOLIDAY

"I say, what are you and your sister going to do for your holiday this year?"

"Well, I don't know. I should like, to take my sister for a tour to the Baltic

Sea, but then she can't very well leave her children. What are you doing?"

"We shall go to the sea, I expect — for part of the time, anyhow. Then my

wife and 1 may go off alone for a week or so in the car."

"Leaving the rest of the family behind, I suppose!"

"Oh yes. They'll be quite safe with their grandmother — and, besides, they're

ever so much happier playing about on the sands than spending long days in the

car."

"Where do you go, as a rule?"

"We've tried many seaside-places on the east and south coasts: on the whole,

I think we prefer the south. However, it really doesn't seem to matter very much,

as long as the youngsters get a good sandy beach."

"What do you do? Take rooms, or stay at a hotel, or what?"

"We've done both, and this year we're taking a furnished house. Why don't

you make up your mind to join us? Find a house near by, and make a large party.

It'll be great fun."

"For my own part, I should love it. I'll talk it over with my sister, and see

what she thinks about it."

"Do, and let me know as soon as you can." , "Right. I

will."

Ex. 16

THE KING AND THE CRITIC

A king liked to write stories, which he thought were very good. The people to

whom he showed them were afraid to criticize them. They said that his stories

were good.

One day he showed some of them to a well-known critic, who said that his

stories were bad. The king got angry with him and sent him to prison.

After some time the king pardoned the critic and when he returned invited

him to his palace to dinner. Again he showed him some of his stories and again

asked him what he thought of them.

The critic turned to the guards who were standing behind him and said: "Take

me back to prison."

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