English for All

Lesson 73: English - улучшение восприятия

In this lesson we'll learn:

  • New words
  • Text: The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (part 4)
  • Lesson 4 from radio station "VOA"

The new words of the lesson

gate [geit] - ворота
grave1 [greiv] - могила
jail2 [dʒeil] - тюрьма
kindness3 ['kaindnəs] - доброта
spirit4 ['spirit] - дух
storm [stɔ:(r)m] - шторм
strike5 [straik] - удар, забастовка, бить
yard1 [ja:(r)d] - двор, ярд
contain6 [kən'tein] - содержать
pour7 [pɔ:(r)] - налить, вылить
fearful3 ['fiə(r)fəl] - напуганный, страшный
unless8 [ən'les] - если не, пока не

1 - существительное yard имеет два основных значения: мера длины, равная 3 feet или 0.91 meter; или "двор" - внешнее пространство вокруг здания. С существительным grave они образуют другое распространенное существительное graveyard ['greivja:(r)d] - кладбище (двор для могил) .

2 - существительное jail похоже на изученное ранее prison. Но jail, обычно, меньших размеров, и содержит заключенных, приговоренных на небольшой срок (менее года), или тех кому еще не вынесен приговор. С jail, как правило, можно выйти под залог. Prison является больших размеров, и содержит заключенных, приговоренных на длительный срок. Правило постановки артикля перед jail точно такое же, как и перед другими государственными учреждениями - он отсутствует, если не имеется в виду какое-то конкретное здание.

3 - существительное kindness образовано от прилагательного kind с помощью суффикса -ness.

Прилагательное fearful образовано от существительного fear с помощью суффикса -ful. Оно может значит, что объект чувствует страх ("испуганный") или сам объект является пугающим ("страшный"):

He is fearful that this dangerous guy can strike him again. - Он испуганный, что этот опасный парень может ударить его снова.
I don't want to enter this fearful building. - Я не хочу входить в это страшное здание.

В каком именно значение используется это прилагательное в предложение зависит от контекста.

4 - существительное spirit полностью соответствует русскому "дух". Это может быть: the spirit of the dead grandfather, the person (weak or strong), the team, Christmas and so on.

5 - Глагол strike является неправильным глаголом с формами: struck ([strʌk] ) и struck ([strʌk] ). Он близок по значению с изученным ранее глаголом hit, но иногда несет более сильный оттенок:

He struck/hit her in anger. - Он ударил ее в гневе.

Существительное strike может переводиться как "забастовка" - не выход людей на работу, протест против чего-либо:

The teachers are on strike. - Учителя бастуют.

6 - глагол contain означает не только "иметь, содержать" что-то внутри объекта, но и "сдерживать" кого/что-то:

The police will help you to contain your rage. - Полиция поможет тебе сдержать твою ярость.

Чтобы лучше запомнить этот глагол, взгляните на отглагольное существительное, которое есть в русском языке: container ([kən'teinə(r)] - контейнер).

7 - глагол pour означает следующее:

  • "Лить(-ся)" сплошным потоком (не капать):

  • The blood poured on the bright green grass. - Кровь лилась на яркую зеленую траву.
  • "Наливать" что-то:

  • She poured the rest of juice into an empty glass. - Она налила остаток сока в пустой стакан.

8 - основное значение слова unless в предложение это союз, который переводится "пока не, если не":

You will live with your parents unless you find a normal job. - Ты будешь жить с родителями, пока ты не найдешь нормальную работу.

Look at these new words in sentences:

The gate of the graveyard were destroyed by a huge storm.
Ворота кладбища были разрушены огромным штормом.
This boy struck him in the yard.
Мальчик ударил его во дворе.
Rain poured all night.
Дождь лил всю ночь.
Your kindness has led you into jail.
Твоя доброта привела тебя в тюрьму.
It's difficult to find a right grave in this big graveyard.
Трудно найти правильную могилу на этом большом кладбище.
You'll remain in jail unless you tell the truth.
Ты останешься в тюрьме если не скажешь правду.
There are a lot of evil spirits in this old graveyard.
На этом старом кладбище много злых духов.
The waiter poured a little wine to us to raise our spirit.
Официант налил нам немного вина, чтобы понять наш дух.
All workers were on strike.
Все рабочие бастовали.
They won't work unless you pay them more.
Они не будут работать, если ты не заплатишь им больше.
This storm caused the fearful accidents over all.
Этот шторм вызвал ужасные происшествия повсюду.
The jail has its own graveyard.
Тюрьма имеет свое собственное кладбище.
You don't contain even a drop of kindness.
У тебя нет даже капли доброты.
This strong rain pours through the roof.
Этот сильный дождь льет через крышу.
The fearful one outside isn't always fearful inside.
Страшный снаружи не всегда страшный внутри.
This strike has a lot of various men.
В этой забастовке учавствует много различных людей.
The trainer poured a glass of water to every sportsman after their training.
Тренер наливал стакан воды каждому спортсмену после их тренировки.
Don't try to contain your kindness unless it harms anyone.
Не пытайся сдерживать свою доброту, если она никому не навредит.
Prisoners wanted to go to the yard of the jail to breathe fresh air.
Заключенные хотели пойти во двор тюрьмы, чтобы подышать свежим воздухом.
These pots contain the perfect beer.
Эти горшки содержат превосходное пиво.
Make your spirit stronger every day.
Делай свой дух сильнее каждый дань.

Next, let's continue reading Tom's adventure.

Text: The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (part 4)

Chapter 9: Indian Joe Explains

At nine that night Tom and Sid were sent to bed as usual. They prayed, and Sid was soon asleep. Tom was waiting. Time passed very slowly. Little noises came out of the darkness. The cry of a far off dog was heard in the night air and was answered by another dog. By that time Tom was asleep.

Then there came, among his dreams, the call of a cat. A neighbor opened a window. Tom heard this, and a minute later he was through his window. He "meowed" as he went. Then he jumped.

Huckleberry Finn was there with his dead cat.

In half an hour the boys were in the graveyard.

The graveyard was on a hill, a mile and a half from the village. There was an old board fence around it. A light wind sounded in the trees, and Tom was afraid that the sound came from the spirits of the dead. The boys talked little. The time and the place and the quiet were heavy on their hearts. They found the new grave and sat down under the branches of three big trees near it.

They waited a long time. After a while, Tom felt that he must talk. "Huck, do you believe that the dead people are pleased to have us here?"

"I wish I knew."

"Huck, do you think Hoss Williams hears us talking?"

"His spirit hears us."

"I wish I had said Mr. Williams. But all the people said Hoss."

"You must be careful how you talk about dead people, Tom."

There was no more talk for a while.

Then Tom touched Huck's arm. "Did you hear it? There it is again! Now you hear it."

The two held each other with fast-beating hearts.

"Tom, they are coming! What shall we do?"

"I do not know. Will they see us?"

"Tom, they can see in the dark, like cats. I wish I had not come."

"Oh, do not be afraid. We are doing nothing. If we are completely quiet, perhaps they won't see us."

"I will try, Tom. But I am shaking."

"Listen!"

The sound of voices came from the far end of the graveyard.

"Look! See there!" said Tom. "What is it?"

"It is devil-fire. Oh, Tom, this is very bad."

Some dark shapes came near, carrying a light. Huckleberry said, shaking more, "It is the devils. Three of them. Tom, we are in great trouble. Can you pray?"

"I will try." Tom began to pray.

"Tom! They are human! That is old Muff Potter's voice. He is drunk, as usual. He won't see us."

"Huck, I know another voice. It is Indian Joe."

"Devils would be better than that half-Indian. What do they want here?"

Then the boys were quiet because the three men had arrived at the new grave. "Here it is," said the third voice. In the light, the boys saw the face of young Doctor Robinson. He was so near that the boys could have touched him.

"Hurry, men!" he said. "The moon may appear from behind the clouds."

The other two men began opening the grave. For a while, no sound was heard except the sound of their work.

Then they came to the box which contained the body. They opened it and lifted the body out of the box. The moon appeared and the dead man's face could be seen.

Potter held up a knife. "Now, Doctor, the thing is ready. And here it stays unless you pay us five dollars more."

"You have your money," the doctor said.

"You and your father once sent me to jail," Indian Joe said. "Five years ago. Do you think I would forget? Now you pay!"

The doctor hit him suddenly, and Indian Joe fell.

Potter dropped his knife. "You hit my friend!" he said. He jumped at the doctor and the two began fighting.

Now Indian Joe was on his feet again. He picked up Potter's knife and began moving like a cat, around and around the fighters. He was watching for a chance to strike the doctor. Suddenly the doctor was free. He picked up a board and used it to strike Potter, who fell quickly to the ground.

At the same moment Indian Joe saw his chance. The whole length of his knife went into the doctor's body. The doctor fell, partly on Potter, covering Potter with his blood.

Clouds covered the moon, and the two boys ran into the darkness.

When the moon appeared again, Indian Joe was looking down at the two men lying on the ground. The doctor made some sounds that were not possible to understand, and then, after a long breath, he was quiet. The Indian said, "Now that is finished!"

He put the knife in Potter's right hand. Then he sat down and waited.

Soon Potter began to move. His hand closed on the knife. He looked at it and let it fall. Then he sat up and looked at the doctor's body. "What happened, Joe?" he said.

"It is a bad business," said Joe. "Why did you do it?"

"I! I never did it!" Potter was shaking. "I was drunk. I do not remember what happened. Did I do it, Joe? I never wanted to do it."

"He hit you and then you did it. But you have always been good to me, Muff Potter. I won't tell."

"Oh, Joe, I will bless you for that as long as I live." And Potter began to weep.

"This is no time for weeping. You go that way and I will go this way. Move, now."

Potter started running. Joe stood watching him. "He forgets his knife because he is drunk. When he remembers, he will be afraid to return for it."

Two or three minutes later the dead doctor, the body from the grave, the opened box, were alone under the moon. The quiet was complete again.

Chapter 10: The Promise - The Result of Fear

The two boys ran toward the village. They looked behind them often, afraid that they were being followed.

After a while, they came to the edge of the village. There stood an old building which was not used. They ran through the open door and fell to the ground.

"Huckleberry, what do you think will happen now?"

"If the doctor dies, they will hang Indian Joe."

Tom spoke. "Who will tell about it? You and I?"

"If we did, and if Indian Joe did not hang, he would kill us."

"I was thinking that, Huck."

"Let Muff Potter tell if he is fool enough. He is usually drunk enough."

Tom continued to think. Then he said, "Huck, Muff Potter does not know what happened. The doctor had hit him with that board. Huck, are you sure that you won't tell?"

"Tom, we can't tell. You know that. Indian Joe would drown us like two cats if we told. Tom, we must promise never to tell. It must be a strong promise. With writing. And blood."

Tom agreed with all his heart. This idea was what must be done. It was deep and dark and fearful. This was the hour and the place to do it. He found a clean broad piece of wood. In his pocket, he found something to write with. The moon was his light. Painfully he formed the words:

Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer promise they will never tell about this, and they wish they may die in their footsteps if they ever tell.

Then each boy cut a finger and signed in blood TS and HF. Tom helped Huck to write his H and F. Then they made a hole in the ground near the wall of the building. They placed the piece of wood in the hole and covered it with earth. Now they were certain. Their mouths would never speak about what their eyes had seen.

When Tom entered his house through his bedroom window, the night was almost gone. He took off his clothes very quietly and lay down. He believed, happily, that his aunt would never know that he had been away. But Sid was not asleep.

The next morning his aunt gave him some food. Then she wept, and she asked him why he hurt her old heart. She wished to help him to be good. She tried and tried, but she could try no more.

A thousand beatings would have been easier for Tom. He wept. He promised to be good. But he felt that she did not believe his promises.

He went to school, and there the teacher beat him and Joe Harper because they had run away from school the day before.

Then he went to his seat. A hard object, covered in paper, was waiting for him there. He opened the paper. Inside was the bright, shining ball that looked like gold that he had given to Becky Thatcher.

This was too much. Now his heart was broken.

Chapter 11: Tom's Troubled Mind

At noon the whole village suddenly knew the fearful news. The story traveled quickly from man to man, group to group, house to house. The schoolteacher closed the school.

The knife had been found. It was known to be Potter's knife. And Potter had been seen washing himself in a small stream, in the very early morning. When seen, he had run away. All this was very strange, especially because Potter almost never washed.

All the people in the town were slowly going toward the graveyard. Tom joined them. He did not wish to go, but something seemed to force him. He arrived at the fearful place and saw the scene again. It seemed a hundred years since he had seen it before. A hand touched his arm. He turned. His eyes met Huckleberry's. Both looked away. Were they being watched?

Now Tom began to shake because he saw Indian Joe.

Then Muff Potter appeared. A few people saw him. They shouted. The crowd separated and Potter walked through. A village law officer was holding his arm.

Potters eyes showed his fear. When he stood beside the dead doctor, he put his face in his hands and began to weep. "I did not do it, friends," he said. "I did not do it."

"Who said you did?" a voice shouted.

Potter lifted his face and looked around without hope. He saw Indian Joe, and said, "Oh, Indian Joe, you promised me that you would never-"

"Is this your knife?" It was held by the law officer for him to see.

Potter began to fall. Men caught him and let him go slowly down to the ground. Then he said, "I thought that I should come and get-" He stopped, shaking. Then he said, "Tell them, Joe. Tell them."

Indian Joe told his story.

Huckleberry and Tom stood, not able to speak, and with eyes wide with fear. They expected the skies to open with a sudden storm, to strike down Indian Joe.

But he finished his story and stood there, living and whole.

They wished to tell the truth, but they did not dare.

During a week after this, Tom could not sleep well. One morning Sid said, "Tom, you talk in your sleep so much that I can't sleep half the night."

Tom's face became white and he looked away.

"This is bad," said Aunt Polly. "There is something in your mind, Tom. What is it?"

"Nothing." But Tom's hand was shaking. He could not lift his cup.

"And you say fearful things!" Sid said. "Last night you said, «It is blood, it is blood!» You said that again and again. Then you said, «Do not hurt me. I will tell!» Tell what?"

Aunt Polly said, "I understand. It is that killing. I dream about it also."

Mary said that she also dreamed about it, and then Sid stopped talking.

Slowly Tom's mind grew quieter and his sleep was easier.

Almost every day, during this bad time, Tom went to the jail window and gave Potter some small gift. Then he felt happier.

The village people wanted to put Indian Joe in jail also. Like Muff Potter, he had been helping the doctor to carry away that dead body from its grave. But the people did nothing. All were afraid of Indian Joe.

Chapter 12: Tom Shows His Kindness

Tom had a new and great trouble. Becky Thatcher was ill. He was afraid that she might die.

The joy of life was gone. He played no games. He was not interested in anything.

His aunt did not know what was wrong. She tried to find some help for him.

She was always reading about health. She read about how to go to bed, and how to get up from bed, what to eat, and what to drink, and what clothes to wear for good health, and how to think for good health. She believed all that she read. When she read something new, she wanted to try it.

She took Tom outside in the early morning and poured cold water over him. Then she covered him with a wet cloth and put him to bed, with heavy covers over him. When he was so hot that water formed on his skin, she was happy. She thought that this would help him.

But Tom became sadder and sadder.

She tried pouring hot water over him instead of cold. She tried less food. Soon Tom stopped fighting against what she did. And then she was sure that he was very ill indeed.

Next, she heard of something new named Painkiller. She put some in her own mouth, to taste it. It was like a mouthful of fire.

She gave some to Tom and watched him. This Painkiller had a strong result. The boy was wildly interested. He acted as if she had built a fire under him. She knew that she had found the right thing.

And Tom knew that it was time for him to act. He thought of several plans. He decided to say that he liked Painkiller. He asked for it so often that his aunt gave the whole container to him. Now he could have Painkiller at any time. She did not know that every day he put some in a hole in the floor.

One day as he was doing this, the cat came in and seemed to want some of the Painkiller.

"You do not want it, Peter."

But Peter continued to seem to ask for it.

"Are you sure?"

Peter was sure.

"You have asked for it, and I will give it to you. I am a kind boy. But if you do not like it, remember that you asked."

He opened the cat's mouth and put in some Painkiller.

Peter jumped high into the air and cried a wild cry. Then he started going around and around the room, running against chairs and tables. Next, he stood on his back feet and danced, with cries of joy. Then he went faster around the room again. Aunt Polly arrived. He rolled over and over, gave one last great cry, and jumped through the open window.

Tom was on the floor, weak from laughing.

"Tom, what is wrong with the cat?"

"Cats always do that to show their joy."

But Aunt Polly saw the Painkiller. She knew what had happened. She caught Tom's ear and pulled him up, then hit him with her hand. "Why did you do that to the cat?"

"Because I am sorry that he has no aunt to care for him."

"Has no aunt! Why do you say that?"

"Because if he had an aunt she would give him a drink that burned his mouth and not think of his feelings. She would say, if the drink was good for a human, it would be good for a cat."

Aunt Polly thought. If it hurt a cat, it might hurt a boy, also. She put her hand on Tom's head. "I was trying to help you."

"And I was trying to help Peter. And it helped him. I never saw him move so fast." He was smiling at her now.

"Oh, Tom! I will not give you any more Painkiller. Go to school. And try to be a good boy."

Tom was early at school. He was often early now. Today, as he often did, he waited at the gate. He did not play. He was sick, he said. And he seemed sick.

Jeff Thatcher came down the road, and Tom's face was brighter. But quickly it was dark again. Jeff was alone. When Tom saw a girl's dress far away, he watched and watched. But the girl was never the right one. He entered the school and sat down to suffer.

Then one more dress came through the gate. Tom's heart jumped. The next moment he was outside again, shouting, laughing, running after other boys, jumping over the fence, standing on his head. He was doing all this to make Becky Thatcher watch him.

She never looked at him. Was it possible that she did not see him? He came running and shouting. He threw a boy's hat over the schoolhouse. He ran through a group of boys, and then he fell at her feet.

She turned away with her nose raised high in the air. "Some people always want other people to look at them!"

His face became red. He stood straight and walked quietly away.


















Indian ['indiən] -
индеец














































bless [bles] -
благославлять


























drown ['draʊn] -
тонуть





footstep - шаг


























stream [stri:m] -
ручей








officer ['ɒfisə(r)] -
офицер


































gift [gift] -
подарок























painkiller - болеутоляющее
mouthful - полный рот






















roll [rəʊl] -
катить
roll over - перекидаваться
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Lesson 4 from radio station "VOA"

In this English USA lesson, you will learn to ask other people to write something in English for you, for example, names and other useful words. You will hear Martin Learner on a picnic (['piknik] - пикник). Some of the people there know one another, but some are meeting for the first time. They are enjoying themselves beside a swimming pool ([pu:l] - бассейн) where the children are playing.

This is English USA on the Voice of America. Now, Lesson 4, Part 1.

Melanie: Martin! Good morning. How are you?

Martin: Hello. I'm fine thanks. How are you?

Melanie: Fine thanks. This is Dan Booth. Dan this is Martin Learner.

Martin: Hello.

Dan: Good morning. What do you do Martin?

Martin: I'm a reporter. What do you do?

Dan: I'm an engineer ([endʒi'niə(r)] - инженер).

Melanie: We're both engineers.

Martin: Wonderful.

Melanie: This is Yuzen Yang.

Martin: Yuzen?

Yuzen: Yuzen Yang.

Martin: Please write it for me. Oh. Yuzen Yang. Thank you.

Yuzen: What do you do Mr. Learner?

Martin: I'm a reporter. What do you do?

Yuzen: I'm a teacher.

Debbie: Hello Martin.

Martin: Good morning. How are you?

Debbie: Fine thanks. How are you?

Martin: Fine thanks.

Debbie: This is Peter.

Peter: We've met. I'm Peter Greer.

Martin: You're an accountant ([ə'kaʊntənt] - бухгалтер).

Peter: Yes. How are you?

Martin: Fine thanks.

Peter: This is Dr. Parmeggiani.

C.K.: C.K. Parmeggiani. C.K is fine.

Martin: I'm happy to meet you. Please write it for me.


You sometimes need to ask speakers to write their names for you in order to understand and remember them. Listen to some sentences again:

Yuzen: Yuzen Yang.

Martin: Please write it for me.

C.K.: C.K. Parmeggiani.

Martin: Please write it for me.


Now practice saying "Please write it for me":

Yuzen: Hello I'm Yuzen Yang.

You: (Please write it for me.)

C.K.: Hello I'm C.K. Parmeggiani.

You: (Please write it for me.)

Martin: Hello I'm Martin Learner.

You: (Please write it for me.)

Martin: Hi. I'm Martin Learner.

JOAN: Hi. I'm Joan Pearl.

Martin: How are you?

JOAN: Fine thanks. What do you do?

Martin: I'm a reporter. What do you do?

JOAN: I'm a teacher. And this is Dean Meganhardt.

Martin: I'm happy to meet you. Please write it for me. Thanks. What do you do?

DEAN: I'm a painter.


Can you ask some of the people at the picnic what they do?

DEAN: Hello I'm Dean Meganhardt.

You: (What do you do?)

DEAN: I'm a painter.

JOAN: Hi. I'm Joan Pearl.

You: (What do you do?)

JOAN: I'm a teacher.

Martin: Good morning I'm Martin Learner.

You: (What do you do?)

Martin: I'm a reporter.

Jim: Hi.

Martin: Hello Jim. How are you?

Jim: Fine thanks. How are you?

Martin: Fine thanks.

Jim: This is Patty.

Martin: Hi Patty. How are you?

Patty: Fine.

Martin: What do you do?

Patty: Nothing.


In the second part of the lesson, you will learn to ask people their names and practice asking people to write their names for you. Martin Learner is with friends on a picnic where he meets several new people.

This is English USA on the Voice of America. Now, Lesson 4, Part 2.

Martin: Jim this is Elizabeth Bliss. She's a doctor.

Elizabeth: We've met. How are you Mr. Learner? Hello Mr. O'Brien.

Jim: Hello. How are you?

Elizabeth: Fine thanks. You're a reporter?

Jim: Yes. Martin and I are reporters. This is Mrs. Kitayama.

Elizabeth: Hello. What do you do Mrs. Kitayama?

MRS. K: I'm a designer ([di'zainə(r)] - дизайнер).

Elizabeth: Wonderful!

Martin: Mrs. Kitayama?

MRS. K: Yes.

Martin: Please write it for me.


When people introduce themselves, can you ask them what they do? Try it:

MRS. K: Hello I'm Mrs. Kitayama.

You: (What do you do?)

Elizabeth: Hello I'm Dr. Bliss.

You: (What do you do?)

Jim: Hello I'm Jim O'Brien.

You: (What do you do?)


When there is no one to introduce another person, you can ask very simply in English "Who are you?" There are many ways to ask another person's name. Listen to this easy conversation.

Martin: Good morning I'm Martin Learner. Who are you?

Carolyn: I'm Carolyn Williams.

Martin: How are you?

Carolyn: Fine thanks. How are you?

Martin: Fine thanks. What do you do?

Carolyn: I'm a supervisor ('su:pə(r)vaizə(r)] - руководитель, контролер). What do you do?

Martin: I'm a reporter.

Martin: Hello. I'm Martin Learner. Who are you?

Jake: Hi. I'm Jake Bronson. How are you?

Martin: Fine thanks.

Jake: Who are you?

Martin: Martin Learner. What do you do?

Jake: I'm a mechanic ([mə'kænik] - механик).


Listen to some of this conversation again:

Martin: Who are you?

Jake: I'm Jake Bronson. Who are you?

Martin: I'm Martin Learner.


Can you ask someone who he is after he says hello?

Martin: Hello.

You: (Hi. Who are you?)

Martin: I'm Martin Learner.

Jake: Good morning.

You: (Hi. Who are you?)

Jake: I'm Jake Bronson.

Elizabeth: Hello.

You: (Hi. Who are you?)

Elizabeth: I'm Dr. Bliss.

Jim: Hi.

You: (Hi. Who are you?)

Jim: I'm Jim O'Brien.

MRS. K: Good morning. I'm Mrs. Kitayama. Who are you?

DEAN: I'm Dean Meganhardt.

MRS. K: Please write it for me.

DEAN: Hi. I'm Dean Meganhardt. Who are you?

Yuzen: I'm Yuzen Yang.

DEAN: Please write it for me?


Can you request someone to write their name for you?

MRS. K: Hello I'm Mrs. Kitayama.

You: (Please write it for me.)

DEAN: Hello I'm Dean Meganhardt.

You: (Please write it for me.)

Elizabeth: Hello I'm Elizabeth Bliss.

You: (Please write it for me.)

Elizabeth: Martin this is Mr. Brad Foster. He's a musician (['mju:'ziʃn] - музыкант).

Martin: Pardon?

Elizabeth: This is Mr. Brad Foster.

Martin: Hello. I'm Martin Learner. What do you do?

Brad: I'm a musician.

Martin: Pardon?

Brad: I'm a musician.

Martin: Pardon?

Brad: I'm a musician!

Martin: Please write it for me. Thanks.


Remember the words of the previous lesson:

pirate - пират (['pairət])
worth - ценность, стоимость ([wε:(r)θ])
object - объект (['ɒbdʒikt])
reporter - репортер ([ri'pɔ:(r)tə(r)])
devil - дьявол, черт (['devəl])
agreeable - согласный, приемлемый ([ə'gri:əbl])
bedside - место у кровати, прикроватный (['bedsaid])
evil - зло ([i:vl])
introduce - представлять, знакомить ([intrə'dju:s])
supply - поставка, снабжение, снабжать ([sə'plai])
notice - заметка, сообщение, замечать (['nəʊtis])

Repeat the words of this lesson:

graveyard - кладбище (['greivja:(r)d])
jail - тюрьма ([dʒeil])
contain - содержать ([kən'tein])
storm - шторм ([stɔ:(r)m])
unless - если не, пока не ([ən'les])
pour - налить, вылить ([pɔ:(r)])
fearful - напуганный, страшный (['fiə(r)fəl])
gate - ворота ([geit])
kindness - доброта (['kaindnəs])
strike - удар, забастовка, бить ([straik])
grave - могила ([greiv])
spirit - дух (['spirit])
yard - двор, ярд ([ja:(r)d])

The new verbs of this lesson are contain, pour and strike. If you are ready, you can start the next lesson.

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