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Use one of the words below in the following sentences instead of “said”.

Suggested, insisted, shouted, agreed, whispered, claimed, muttered, boasted, objected, exclaimed, admitted, protested.

1. “I can speak six languages,” he said.

2. “Let’s go to the cinema this evening,” he said.

3. “Stop that noise in the classroom,” said the teacher.

4. “That car you are driving is my property,” the man said.

5. “Yes, I broke the windows with my catapult,” the boy said.

6. “You can take me to prison. I know my rights,” the man said.

7. I shall always love you,” said her fiancé.

8. “We don’t have enough money to carry out the plan,” said the treasurer.

9. “Well, it is a surprise to meet you here today,” she said.

10. “This teacher doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” said the student.

11. “Well, yes; if the weather is bad, we can’t go,” he said.

12. “If you can’t come today, you simply must come tomorrow,” she said.


12. Fill in prepositions:

Mrs Leaf had been with his family ... many years. He asked her... the key to the old schoolroom.

'The old schoolroom, Mr Dorian?' she cried. 'But it is full ... dust! I must clean it first.'

'Well, sir, you'll be covered ... dust if you go into it. It hasn't been open ... nearly five years, not ... your grandfather died.'

He frowned ... this reminder of his grandfather.

'Here is the key, sir,' said the old lady. 'But you are not going to live ... there, are you, sir?'

He had not entered the room ... he was a child. It was a large room built by his grandfather to keep him ...  a distance. Every moment of his lonely childhood came ... to him as he looked....

It was a room full ...  terrible memories, but it was safe.

He went ... to the library and found a note from Lord Henry. In it was a report ... the newspaper ... Sibyl Vane.

He frowned, and tore the paper ... two. Then he walked across the room and threw the pieces ...

 Even those who had heard terrible rumours ... him, could not believe them when they met him.

Many people suspected that there was something very wrong ... Dorian's life, but only he knew about the portrait.

Holding a mirror in his hand, he would stand ... front ... the picture Basil Hallward had painted. He would look first ... the horrible, old face in the picture, and then...t the handsome young face that laughed ... at him from the mirror. He fell more and more ... love ... his own beauty. And more and more interested ... the corruption of his own soul.

It was ... the ninth of November, the day before his thirty-eighth birthday.

... the corner of Grosvenor Square and South Audley Street, a man passed him in the fog. He was walking very fast, and had the collar of his coat turned....  A strange fear made Dorian walk ... quickly ...the direction of his own house.

Dorian heard him hurrying ... him. ... a few moments his hand was ...his arm.

I have been waiting ... you in your library ever ... nine o'clock. I am going to Paris ... the midnight train, and I wanted to see you before I left. I thought it was you, or ... least your coat, as I passed you.

I believe my house is somewhere ... here, but I don't feel ... all certain about it. I am sorry you are going ..., as I have not seen you ... such a long time. But I suppose you will be ... soon?'

'No, I am going to be ... of England ... six months. Here we are ... your door. Let me come ... ... a moment.

But won't you miss your train?' said Dorian Gray, as he went ... the steps and opened the door ...  his key.

'I have plenty ... time,' he answered. 'The train doesn't go ... twelve-fifteen, and it is only just eleven. All I have with me is this bag, and I can easily get ... Victoria Station ... twenty minutes.'

'No thanks, I won't have anything more,' said the painter, taking his hat and coat ....

'What is it all about?' cried Dorian, throwing himself ... ... the sofa. 'I hope it is not ...myself. I am tired ... myself tonight.

'It is about yourself,' answered Hallward, ... his deep voice, 'and I must say it to you.'

'Every gentleman is interested ... his good name, Dorian.

But I don't believe these rumours ... all. ... least I can't believe them when I see you.

I know England is bad, but that's the reason I want you to be a good influence ... your friends.

You have filled those poor young men ... a madness for pleasure.'

You have a wonderful influence. Let it be ... good.

'To see my soul!' cried Dorian Gray. He jumped ... from the sofa, turning almost white ... fear.

The painter would suffer ... the rest of his life ... the memory of what he had done.

'I am waiting, Basil,' said the young man,  ... a hard, clear voice.

He turned.... 'What I have to say is this,' he cried. 'You must give me some answer to the horrible things people are saying ...  you. Can't you see what I am going...? My God!

 'I keep a diary of my life ... day ... day. I will show it to you if you come ... ... me.'


13. Read this conversation. Underline all the question tags:

Kay: Hi, Tom. It's a nice day, isn't it?

Tom: It certainly is. Not a cloud in the sky. How are you doing?

Kay: Fine, thanks. You don't know of any flats to rent, do you? My son is looking for one.

Tom: Is he? I thought he was staying with you.

Kay: Well, he really wants a place of his own. Do you know of anything.

Tom: As a matter of fact, I do. You know the Simpsons, don't you? Well, I've just found out that they're moving to Cheltenham next month.

Kay: Are they? What kind of flat have they got?

Tom: It's a one bedroom flat.

Kay: It's not furnished, is it?

Tom: No, why? He doesn't need a furnished flat, does he?

Kay: Well, he hasn't got any furniture. But I suppose he can always buy some, can't he?

Tom: Why don't you give your son my number and I'll gibe him some more information?

Kay: Will you? Thanks, Tom.


14. Read this part of a film script. Find and correct seven mistakes in the use of question tags:


Ben: It's been a long time, Joe, haven't it?

Joe: That depends on what you mean by a long time, doesn't that?

Ben: What are you doing round here, anyway? It's dangerous.

Joe: I can take care of myself. I'm still alive, amn't I?

Ben: Yes, but you're still wanted by the police, are you?

Joe: Look, I need a place to stay. You've got a place, haven't you? Just for one night.

Ben: I have to think of my wife and kids. You can find somewhere else, can you?

Joe: No, you've got to help me!

Ben: I've already helped you enough. I went to prison for you, haven't I?

Joe: Yeah, OK, Ben. You remember what happened last June, do you?

Ben: OK, OK. I can make a phone call.


Comprehension Task

15. Answer the questions:

1. What did Dorian ask Mrs Leaf for?

2. Why was she surprised?

3. Why did he frown at the reminder of his grandfather?

4. Who arrived an hour later?

5. Why did his grandfather build this room? What was it full of for Dorian?

6. What did he decide to hide there? Why?

7. What did he find when he went back to the library? What was in the letter?

8. Was he afraid that perhaps the servants had read the report, and had begun to suspect something?

9. Did Dorian's beauty still stayed with him though many years passed?

10. Did people believe terrible rumours against him when they met him? Why?

11. What did people suspect?

12. What did he enter some nights? What did he do there? Whom did he fall in love more and more?

13. What happened the day before his thirty-eight birthday? Where did it happen?

14. Did Dorian recognize Basil Hallward in the fog?

15. Where was Basil going? For how long?

16. Why had Basil been waiting Dorian in his library since nine o'clock?

17. What or who did he want to talk seriously about with Dorian? Why was he so concerned?

18. Did he believe all these rumours about Dorian?

19. Did Dorian wish to speak to Basil? What did he say about England and people in it?

20. Did Basil want to save Dorian's soul? In what way? In what way did Dorian decide to show it to him?

21. Why did Dorian feel delight that the painter would share his secret?

Comment on:

Corruption is a thing that writes itself across a man's face.


Chapter seven

Basil Sees the Portrait

The Problem of the Body

He passed out of the room and began climbing the stairs. Basil Hallward followed close behind. They walked softly, as people always do at night. The lamp made strange shadows on the wall and stairs.

When they reached the top, Dorian put the lamp down on the floor. He took the key out of his pocket and turned it in the lock.

'You really want to know, Basil?' he asked in a low voice.


'I am delighted,' he answered, smiling. Then he added, 'In fact you are the one man in the world I want to know everything about me. You have influenced my life more than you think.' Taking up the lamp, he opened the door and went in. Cold air passed between them. 'Shut the door behind you,' he whispered, as he placed the lamp on the table.

Hallward looked around the room in surprise. The room had clearly not been lived in for years. The whole place was covered with dust, and there were holes in the carpet. A mouse ran across the floor.

'So you think that it is only God who sees the soul, Basil. Take the cover off the portrait, and you will see mine.'

The voice that spoke was cold and cruel.

'You are mad, Dorian,' said Hallward, frowning.

'You won't take the cover off? Then I will do it myself,' said the young man, throwing the old purple curtain to the ground.

A cry of fear came from the painter's lips when he saw the face in the portrait. It was Dorian Gray's face he was looking at, and it still had some of that wonderful beauty. But now there were terrible signs of age and corruption. But who had done it? He held the lamp up to the picture. In the left hand corner was his name, painted in red.

What had happened? He had never done that. Still, it was his own picture. He knew it, and it made his blood turn to ice. His own picture! What did it mean? Why had it changed? He turned, and looked at Dorian Gray with the eyes of a sick man.

The young man was standing near the wall, watching him. He had taken the flower out of his coat, and out of the habit smelled it.

'What does this mean?' cried Hallward, at last. His own voice sounded high and strange.

'Years ago, when I was a boy,' said Dorian Gray, closing his hand on the flower, 'you met me and flattered me. You taught me to love my beauty. One day you introduced me to a friend of yours. He explained to me how wonderful it was to be young. You finished a portrait of me that showed me how wonderful it was to be beautiful. In a mad moment I made a wish -'

'I remember it! Oh, how well I remember it! No! The thing is impossible. There must be something wrong with the paint. I tell you the thing is impossible.'

'Is anything really impossible?' said the young man, going over to the window.

'You told me you had destroyed it.'

'I was wrong. It has destroyed me.'

'I don't believe it is my picture. There was nothing bad in it, nothing shameful. You were perfect to me. This is a face from hell.'

'It is the face of my soul. Each of us has Heaven and Hell in him, Basil,' cried Dorian wildly.

Hallward turned again to the portrait, and stared at it. 'My God! Is this true?' he cried. 'Is this what you have done with your life? You must be even worse than people say!'

Hallward threw himself into the chair by the table and buried his face in his hands. The lamp fell to the floor and went out.

'Good God, Dorian! What an awful lesson! What an awful lesson!' There was no answer, but he could hear the young man crying at the window. 'We must ask God for forgiveness. I worshipped you too much. I am punished for it. You worshipped yourself too much. We are both punished.'

Dorian Gray turned slowly around and looked at him. There were tears in his eyes. 'It is too late, Basil,' he said.

'But don't you see that hellish thing staring at us?'

His words touched Dorian Gray on the raw. He looked at the picture. Suddenly he felt that he hated Basil Hallward. He hated the man sitting at the table more than he hated anything in his life.

He looked wildly around. Something shone on top of the painted cupboard that faced him. It was a knife he had left there some days before. He moved slowly towards it, passing Hallward as he did so. He took the knife in his hand and turned around. Hallward moved in his chair. He rushed at him, and stuck the knife into his neck again and again.

He threw the knife down on the table and stood back. He could hear nothing but the sound of blood falling on to the carpet. He opened the door and went out on to the stairs. The house was completely quiet. No one was there.

How quickly it had all been done! Feeling strangely calm, he walked over to the window and opened it. The wind had blown the fog away and the sky was clear. He looked down and saw a policeman walking down the street. He was shining a lamp in all the houses.

Closing the window, he went back into the room. He did not look at the murdered man. He felt that the secret of the whole thing was not to think about it at all. The friend who had painted the terrible portrait had entirely gone out of his life. That was enough.

He picked up the lamp and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. As he walked down the stairs he thought that he heard what sounded like cries of pain. He stopped several times, and waited. No, everything was still.

When he reached the library, he saw the bag and coat in the corner. They must be hidden away somewhere. He unlocked a secret cupboard and threw them in. He could easily burn them later. Then he pulled out his watch. It was twenty minutes to two.

He sat down and began to think. Basil Hallward had left the house at eleven. No one had seen him come in again. The servants were in bed. Paris! Yes. It was to Paris that Basil had gone. And by the midnight train as he had planned. It would be months before anyone suspected anything. Months! He could destroy everything long before then.

Suddenly he had a thought. He put on his coat and hat and went into the front room. From the window he could see the policeman passing the house. He waited, and held his breath.

After a few moments he went out of the house, shutting the door very gently behind him. Then he began ringing the bell. In about five minutes a servant appeared. He was half dressed and looked very sleepy.

'I am sorry I had to wake you up, Francis,' he said, stepping in. 'But I have forgotten my key. What time is it?'

'Ten minutes past two, sir,' answered the man, looking at a clock.

'Ten minutes past two? How horribly late! You must wake me at nine tomorrow. I have some work to do.'

'All right, sir.'

'Did anyone call this evening?'

'Mr Hallward, sir. He stayed here until eleven, and then he went away to catch his train.'

'Oh! I am sorry I didn't see him. Did he leave any message?'

'No, sir. He said he would write to you from Paris.'

'That is all, Francis. Don't forget to call me at nine tomorrow.'

'No, sir.'

The man went off to his bedroom.

Dorian Gray threw his hat and coat upon the table and passed into the library. For a quarter of an hour he walked up and down the room, biting his lip and thinking. Then he took down a book from one of the cupboards, and began to turn the pages. 'Alan Campbell, 152 Hertford Street, Mayfair.' Yes, that was the man he wanted.

At nine o'clock the next morning his servant came in with a cup of chocolate, and opened the curtains. Dorian was sleeping quite peacefully, lying with one hand under his cheek.

As he opened his eyes a smile passed across his lips. He turned round, and began to drink his chocolate. The November sun came into the room, and the sky was bright. It was almost like a morning in May.

Slowly he remembered what had happened the night before. The dead man was still sitting there, and in the sunlight now. How horrible that was! Such terrible things were for the thick darkness, not the day.

After he had drunk his cup of chocolate, he went over to the table and wrote two letters. One he put in his pocket, and the other he handed to his servant.

'Take this round to 152 Hertford Street, Francis. If Mr Campbell is out of town, get his address.'

When the servant had gone, he lit a cigarette, and out of the habit began drawing on a piece of paper. First he drew flowers, then houses, then human faces. Suddenly he realized that every face he drew looked like Basil Hallward. He frowned and went over to lie on the sofa.

An hour went past very slowly. Every second he kept looking up at the clock. He understood that he was out of time. As the minutes went by he became horribly worried. He got up and walked around the room. His hands were strangely cold.

At last the door opened, and his servant entered.

'Mr Campbell, sir,' said the man.

The colour came back to his cheeks.

'Ask him to come in at once, Francis.' He felt himself again. His fear had gone away.

In a few moments Alan Campbell walked in. He looked very angry and rather worried.

'Alan! This is kind of you. I thank you for coming.'

'I hoped never to enter your house again, Gray. But you said it was a question of vital importance.' His voice was hard and cold, and he kept his hands in the pockets of his coat.

'Yes, it is a question of life and death, Alan. And to more than one person. Sit down.'

Campbell didn't feel like staying at this house more than a minute. He knew that what he was going to do was terrible. But he took a chair by the table, and Dorian sat opposite him. The two men's eyes met. In Dorian's there was great sadness.

After a moment of silence, Dorian said very quietly, 'Alan, in a locked room at the top of the house, a dead man is sitting at a table. He has been dead for ten hours now. Don't stir, and don't look at me like that. You don't need to know who this man is. You don't need to know how or why he died. What you have to do is this -'

'Stop, Gray. I don't want to know anything more. I don't care if what you tell me is true or not true. I don't want any part in your life. Keep your horrible secrets to yourself. They don't interest me any more.'

'Alan, they will have to interest you. I am awfully sorry for you, Alan. But I can't help sharing it with you. You are the one man who can save me. Alan, you are a scientist. You know about chemistry, and things of that kind. What you have got to do is to destroy the thing that is upstairs.'

'You are mad, Dorian. I will have nothing to do with this.'

'He killed himself, Alan.'

'I am glad of that. But who made him do it? You, I suppose.'

'Do you still refuse to do this for me?'

'Of course I refuse. You have come to the wrong man. Go to some of your friends. Don't come to me.'

'Alan, it was murder. I killed him. You don't know what he made me suffer.'

'Murder! Good God, Dorian, is that what you have come to? I will have nothing to do with it.'

'You must have something to do with it. Don't ask any more questions. I have told you too much already. But you must do this. We were friends once, Alan.'

'Don't speak of those days, Dorian. They are dead.'

'They will hang me for this, Alan. Don't you understand? They will kill me for what I have done.'

Campbell got up to leave. 'I will not have anything to do with this.'

'You refuse?'


The same look of sadness came into Dorian Gray's eyes. Then he took a piece of paper and wrote something on it. He read it over and pushed it across the table. Then he got up and went over to the window.

Campbell looked at him in surprise and picked up the paper. As he read it, his face went white, and he fell back in his chair.

After two or three minutes without speaking, Dorian came and stood next to him.

'I am very sorry to blackmail you, Alan,' he said, putting his hand on his shoulder. 'But there is no other way. I have a letter written already. Here it is. You see the address. If you don't help me, I will send it. You know what will happen. But you are going to help me. It is impossible for you to refuse now.'

Campbell buried his face in his hands. What a mess!

'The thing is quite simple, Alan. It has to be done. Face it, and do it.'

A terrible sound came from Campbell's lips.

'Come, Alan, you must come to decision right now.'

Alan paused for a moment. Eventually he gave in: 'Is there a fire in the room upstairs?'

'Yes, there is a gas fire.'

'I must go home and get some... things.'

'No, Alan, you must not leave the house. Write out what you want, and my servant will get the things for you.'

It was nearly two o'clock when the servant returned with an enormous wooden box filled with the things Campbell had asked for.

'You can have the rest of the day to yourself, Francis.'

'Thank you, sir.'

When the servant had left, the two men carried the box up the stairs. Dorian took out the key and turned it in the lock. Then he stopped and Campbell saw that his eyes were full of tears. 'I don't think I can go in, Alan,' he said.

'I don't need you,' said Campbell coldly.

Dorian half opened the door. As he did so, he saw the face of the portrait staring in the sunlight. He remembered that the night before he had forgotten to cover the picture. He was about to rush forward when he saw something that made him jump back.

There was blood on one of the hands in the portrait. How horrible it was! His first wish was to rub it out. But now it was all the same to him.

He hurried into the room, trying not to look at the dead man. Picking the curtain off the floor he threw it over the picture. Then he rushed out of the room and down the stairs.

It was long after seven when Campbell came back into the library. He was quiet and white in the face, but very calm. 'I have done what you asked me to do,' he said. 'And now goodbye. Let us never see each other again.'

'You have saved me, Alan. I cannot forget that,' said Dorian, simply.

When Campbell had left he went upstairs. There was a horrible smell in the room. But the thing that had been sitting at the table was gone.



Phonetic exercises

1. a) Transcribe the next words from the chapter:

Sign; blood; destroy; wildly; bury; forgiveness; knife; rush; carpet; murdered; biting; curtains; stir; scientist; chemistry; refuse, enormous.

b) Read them aloud

Speech patterns:

a. It made his blood turn to ice. (it made ...

b. It was a question (matter) of life and death.

c. But I can't help sharing it with you. (I can't help doing ...)

d. But there is no other way.

Work on vocabulary

2. Find in the chapter the English for:

Причудливые тени; дыры в ковре; отметки возраста; по привычке; кровь застыла; льстил; загадал желание; уничтожил; рай; закрыл лицо руками; лампа погасла; боготворил; наказан; задеть за живое; воткнул в шею; ветер разогнал туман; затаил дыхание; кусая губу;  мало времени; жизненно важный; был не настроен; не шевелись; мне всё равно; оставь при себе; отказываться; до чего ты дошёл; меня повесят;  шантажировать, какая неприятность; стереть.

3. Use one of the words or word-combinations from the box in an appropriate form to fill each gap:

to refuse         to punish            cruel      a carpet(2)         a curtain(2)          worse   to draw   to hang         a pain        to bury         to influence    to smell   to bite   to turn pages           to burn       to rush       to introduce             to worship   to catch one's train        to stir         forgiveness             to add       a sign       to stick   to blackmail           to destroy                  to rush(2)                can't help doing smth. 


1. 'I am delighted,' he answered, smiling. Then he __________, 'You are the one man in the world I want to know everything about me.

2. You have __________my life more than you think.'

3. The whole place was covered with dust, and there were holes in the __________.

4. The voice that spoke was cold and __________.

5. Then I will do it myself,' said the young man, throwing the old purple _________to the ground.

6. But now there were terrible _______of age and corruption.

7. He had taken the flower out of his coat, and was __________it.

8. One day you ___________me to a friend of yours.

9. You must be even ____________than people say!'

10. Hallward threw himself into the chair by the table and ________his face in his hands.

11. 'We must ask God for ____________.

12. I ___________you too much. I am ________for it. You _________ yourself too much. We are both __________.'

13. He _________at him, and _________the knife into his neck again and again.

14. He could hear nothing but the sound of blood falling on to the __________.

15. As he walked down the stairs he thought that he heard what sounded like cries of _________.

16. He could easily ________them later.

17. 'Mr Hallward, sir. He stayed here until eleven, and then he went away__________.'

18. For a quarter of an hour he walked up and down the room, __________his lip and thinking.

19. Then he took down a book from one of the cupboards, and began__________.

20. At nine o'clock the next morning his servant came in with a cup of chocolate, and opened the _________.

21. When the servant had gone, he lit a cigarette, and began ______on a piece of paper.

22. Don't_________, and don't look at me like that. You don't need to know who this man is.

23. I am awfully sorry for you, Alan. But I _________sharing it with you.

24. What you have got to do is _________the thing that is upstairs.'

25. 'They will _________me for this, Alan. Don't you understand?

26. You know what will happen. But you are going to help me. It is impossible for you __________now.'

27. 'I am very sorry _________you, Alan,' he said, putting his hand on his shoulder. 'But there is no other way.

28. He was about _________ forward when he saw something that made him jump back.


4. Match the words and word-combinations on the left with their antonyms on the right:

1. Worse

2. To refuse

3. To worship

4. to influence

5. to rush

6. enormous

7. to destroy

8. to punish

9. cruel

10. hell

11. to add

a. subtract

b. better

c. to make no effect

d. paradise

e. tiny

f. kind

g. to slow

h. to agree

i. to build

j. to praise

k. to despise

5. Choose the right word:

1.. The door was then carefully locked and its key _______in the mother’s bedroom. She gave me the impression that she was ________something. She _______her face in the pillow. (conceal, hide, bury)

2. The doctor insisted his patient should … smoking. He is not the type to …. He shouldn’t have … his original project. She … a job. (give in – give up)

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