Match each phrase or clause with the best ending:

1. You can stick the telephone number bill

2. I hurt my arm on the stone that sticks

3. How does your hat stick

4. If you stick your head

5. He thanked everybody who stuck

6. He wouldn't stick

7. His feet stuck

A. with him in the times of trouble.

B. at cheating to get what he wanted.

C. out from the wall.

D. up in the air as he fell over backwards.

E. down between your knees, it helps to stop you fainting.

F. on in this high wind.

G. down as a business cost.

11. Put these words into the appropriate category – those that collocate with come to and those that collocate with come into.

a conclusion           a decision           an end          existence          a fortune   money           one’s sense           operation            a standstill       use         view

Come to a standstill ____________________________________________________

 

Come into ____________________________________________________________

 

Fill in prepositions:

He passed ...of the room and began climbing the stairs.

He took the key ... of his pocket and turned it in the lock.

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

Hallward looked around the room ... surprise.

The whole place was covered ... dust, and there were holes in the carpet.

A mouse ran ... the floor.

Take the cover ... the portrait, and you will see mine.'

In the left hand corner was his name, painted ... red.

He knew it, and it made his blood turn ... ice.

He had taken the flower ... of his coat, and ... of the habit smelled it.

One day you introduced me ...  a friend of yours.

There must be something wrong ...the paint.

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

'We must ask God ... forgiveness.

His words touched Dorian Gray ...the raw.

He rushed ...him, and stuck the knife ... his neck again and again.

The wind had blown the fog ... and the sky was clear.

Closing the window, he went ... into the room.

He picked ... the lamp and walked ... of the room, locking the door ...  him.

And ... the midnight train as he had planned. It would be months ... anyone suspected anything.

 He put ... his coat and hat and went into the front room.

...  a few moments he went ... of the house, shutting the door very gently behind him.

... about five minutes a servant appeared.

'I am sorry I had to wake you ..., Francis,' he said, stepping in. 'Ten minutes past two, sir,' answered the man, looking at a clock.

... a quarter of an hour he walked ...and ...the room, biting his lip and thinking.

... nine o'clock the next morning his servant came ... ...  a cup of chocolate, and opened the curtains.

When the servant had gone, he lit a cigarette, and ... ... the habit began drawing on a piece of paper.

He understood that he was ... ... time. As the minutes went ...  he became horribly worried.

...  last the door opened, and his servant entered.

The colour came ...to his cheeks. He felt himself again. His fear had gone ....

... a few moments Alan Campbell walked in.

... a moment of silence, Dorian said very quietly, 'Alan, in a locked room ... the top of the house, a dead man is sitting ... a table. He has been dead ... ten hours now.

Keep your horrible secrets ...  yourself. They don't interest me any more.'

I am awfully sorry ...  you, Alan. But I can't help sharing it with you.

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

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

Campbell looked at him ...  surprise and picked ... the paper.

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

Then he stopped and Campbell saw that his eyes were full ...  tears. 'I don't think I can go...n, Alan,' he said.

He was ... to rush forward when he saw something that made him jump back.

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

He was quiet and white ... the face, but very calm.

Grammar

Conversion

Явление перехода слова из одной части речи в другую называется конверсией. Например, attack может быть существительным и глаголом, round – существительным, глаголом, наречием, предлогом. При переводе таких слов нужно определить их функцию в предложении, затем найти в словаре под обозначением соответствующей части речи.

 

11. Translate the following sentences paying attention to the italicized words:

 1. He headed for the market, a place he despised for its impossible location. The guard

always eyes people from head to foot before he hands them the keys.

2. Finally he wheeled into a vacant space. He gripped the wheel with both hands.

3. The man stood with his back to the car. She was sure that her parents backed her.

4. She wonders what her mother will say when she learns this news. Do you know that

Machu Picchu in Peru is the real wonder of the world?

5. Nora couldn’t see her daughter’s face as she turned away. The young people will have  

to face many difficulties working in the jungles.

 6. Don’t trouble trouble until trouble troubles you.

7. Mary clutched her daughter’s hand, she wanted to mother her.

 

12. Translate into English using expressions neither … nor; either … or; both … and:

1. И старики, и дети защищали свой родной город. 2. Мне сказали, что ни Анны, ни её мужа нет сейчас дома. 3. Я думаю, что наши друзья приедут в Москву либо завтра, либо послезавтра. 4. Мой сын не умел ни читать, ни писать, когда пошёл в школу. 5. И ваш сын, и ваша дочь добились больших успехов в последнее время. 6. И студенты, и преподаватели заинтересованы в обсуждении этого вопроса. 7. Ни ветер, ни дождь не смогли остановить моряков. 8. Мой сын и я видели этот фильм. 9. Мне не понравились ни слова, ни мелодия этой песни. 10. Вы говорите так быстро, что ни я, ни мистер Эрроу не успеваем вникнуть в то, о чём вы говорите. 11. Спектакль не понравился ни мне, ни моим друзьям. 12. В этой школе преподают как французский, так и испанский. 13. Неужели эта новость не удивила ни вашу сестру, ни вас? 14. Либо вам, либо вашему другу придётся завтра дежурить.

Comprehension Task

15. Answer the questions :

1. Where did Dorian Gray go? Who followed him?

2. Why did Hallward look around the room in surprise?

3. Was Dorian's voice cold and cruel or did he speak in excited voice? What did he ask Basil to do? Why?

4. What came from the painter's lips when he saw the face in the portrait? Why?

5. Whose name, painted in red, was in the left hand corner?

6. What made his blood turn to ice?

7. Where was Dorian standing at that moment? What was he smelling?

8. How did Dorian try to explain the change about the portrait? What did he remind Basil of? What wish did he make then?

9. Why didn't the artist want to believe him?

10. Did Dorian destroy the picture?

11. Who said that it was a face from the hell? And who said it was the face of his soul?

12. Did Basil think that they both were punished? What did the artist persuade Dorian to ask God for? Was it late in Dorian's opinion?

13. What words touched Dorian Gray on the raw? What did he suddenly feel towards Basil Hallward?

14. What shone on top of the painted cupboard that faced Dorian? What did he do with it?

15. Where did he throw the knife? What only sounds could he hear? Was he excited or was he calm?

16. Who did he see looking down the street?

17. What did he hear locking the door behind him?

18. What did he see when he reached the library? How did he decide to get rid of it later?

19. What time was it then?

20. What was he thinking about when he sat down in a quiet room?

21. What idea suddenly struck him? How did he carry it out? Did the man guess anything?

22. What time did he ask the servant to wake him up in the morning? What questions did he ask him?

23. Why didn't Dorian go to bed at once? What did he looking for?

24. Did he sleep well that night? What was the weather like the next morning?  Who came in with a cup of chocolate, and opened the curtains?

25. What did he do after he had drunk his cup of chocolate?

26. What did he ask his servant to do with one of the letters?

27. What did he begin to do just out of habit when the servant had gone? What did he realize doing it?

28. Why did he become horribly worried?

29. Who came at last? Did he look angry? Was Dorian glad to see him?

30. How did Dorian urge him to come?

31. Did Campbell feel like staying at this house more than a minute? Did he know that what he was going to do was terrible? Did he though stay?

32. What did Dorian tell him first about the dead man upstairs?

33. Did Alan want to listen to him any more? Why did he ask Dorian to keep his secrets to himself?

34. Why couldn't Dorian help sharing this secret with Campbell? Why was Campbell the only man who could save him? What was Alan?

35. Did he still refuse to help Dorian when he got known that Dorian had killed him?

36. Was Dorian afraid that they would hang him for murder?

37. How did Dorian manage to stop Campbell when he was about leaving? Why did his face go white when he read the paper? Was it blackmail?

38. Did Campbell finally give in?

39. Did Dorian let Campbell leave his house to fetch necessary things?

40. What time was it when the servant returned with an enormous wooden box filled with the things Campbell had asked for?

41. Did Dorian have courage to come into the room? What did he see when he half opened the door? What made him jump back?

42. What was his first wish after that?

43. When did Campbell come back into the library? Was he calm?

44. How did they depart?

 

Comment on:

'You are the one man in the world I want to know everything about me.

Chapter eight

'Why Do You Look so Young?'

'To Kill the Past'

'Don't tell me that you are going to be good,' cried Lord Henry. 'You're quite perfect. Don't change.'

Dorian Gray shook his head. 'No, Harry, I have done too many terrible things in my life. I am not going to do any more. But tell me, what is happening here in London? I have been out of the country for more than a month.'

'People are still discussing poor Basil's disappearance.'

'Are they not bored with that yet?' said Dorian, pouring out some wine and frowning.

'My dear boy, they have only been talking about it for six weeks.

The British only need one subject of conversation every three months. They have been very lucky recently, though. First there was the scandal of my wife leaving me, and then Alan Campbell killed himself. Now there is the mysterious disappearance of an artist. The British police are saying that Basil did take the midnight train on the ninth of November, but the French police are sure that he never arrived in Paris at all.'

'What do you think has happened to Basil?' asked Dorian, holding up his wine against the light.

'I have no idea. If Basil wants to hide himself, it is no business of mine. If he is dead, I don't want to think about him. In fact death is the only thing that ever frightens me. I hate it.'

'Why?' said the younger man, in a tired voice.

'Needless to say,' said Lord Henry, 'it is the only thing that is final. Let us have our coffee in the music room, Dorian. You must play Chopin to me. The man who ran away with my wife played Chopin beautifully. Poor Victoria! I was very fond of her. The house is quite lonely without her.'

Dorian said nothing, but went into the next room and sat at the piano. After the coffee had been brought in, he stopped playing.

'Harry,' he said, looking over at Lord Henry. 'Do you think Basil was murdered?'

Lord Henry yawned. 'Everyone liked Basil. Who would want to murder him? He was not clever enough to have enemies. Of course he was a wonderful painter. But a man can paint like Velasquez and yet still be rather boring. All in all Basil was really rather boring. The only thing that interested me about him was that he worshipped you.'

'I was very fond of Basil,' said Dorian sadly. 'But don't people say he was murdered?'

'Oh, some newspapers do. But I don't think it is likely. I know there are awful places in Paris, but Basil was not the sort of man to go to them.'

'What would you say, Harry, if I told you that I had murdered Basil?' said the younger man. He watched him carefully after he had spoken.

'No, Dorian, you would not murder anyone. It is ordinary people who murder. It is their way of finding the extraordinary pleasure that art gives us.'

'A way of finding the extraordinary pleasure? Do you think that a man who has murdered could do it again. Don't tell me that.'

'Oh! Anything becomes a pleasure if you do it too often,' cried Lord Henry, laughing. 'That is one of the most important secrets of life. I believe, though, that murder is always a mistake. One should never do anything one cannot talk about after dinner. But let us pass from poor Basil. I wish I could believe that in the end he has died some romantic death, but I can't. He probably fell into the Seine off a bus. I can see him now lying on his back in the dirty green water. During the last ten years he had not been painting well.'

Lord Henry walked across the room and touched the head of a strange grey bird that he kept in the music room. Then he turned to face Dorian.

'Yes,' he continued, taking his handkerchief out of his pocket, 'his painting seemed to me to have lost something. When you and he stopped being great friends, he stopped being a great artist. What was it that separated you? I suppose he bored you. If so, he never forgave you. By the way, what happened to that wonderful portrait he did of you? I don't think I have ever seen it since he finished it.'

'I told you years ago that it was stolen.'

'Oh! I remember. You never got it back? What a shame! It really was wonderful. I remember I wanted to buy it. I wish I had it now.'

'I never really liked it,' said Dorian. 'I am sorry I sat for it. The memory of the thing is hateful to me.'

'How sad you look! Don't be so serious. Play me some music, Dorian. And, as you play, tell me in a low voice why you still look so young. I am only ten years older than you are, and I have grey hair and yellow skin. You are really wonderful, Dorian.'

'Harry, please -'

'You have never looked more charming than you do tonight. You remind me of the day I first saw you. You were very shy, and absolutely extraordinary. You have changed, of course, but not in appearance. You are still the same.'

'I am not the same, Harry.'

'Yes, you are the same. I wish I could change places with you, Dorian. The world has cried out against us both, but it has always worshipped you. It always will worship you. Life has been your art.'

Dorian got up from the piano, and passed his hand through his hair. 'Yes, life has been beautiful,' he said, quietly, 'but I am not going to have the same life, Harry. And you must not say these things to me. You don't know everything about me. I think that if you did, even you would turn away from me. You laugh. Don't laugh.'

'Why have you stopped playing, Dorian? Let us go to the club. It has been a charming evening, and we must end it charmingly. There is someone I want to introduce to you - young Lord Poole. He has already copied your ties and he very much wants to meet you. He is quite charming and he reminds me of you.'

'I hope not,' said Dorian, with a sad look in his eyes. 'But I am tired tonight, Harry. I won't go to the club. It is nearly eleven, and I want to go to bed early.'

'Please stay. You have never played so well as tonight.'

'It is because I am going to be good,' he answered, smiling. 'I am a little changed already.'

'You can't change to me, Dorian,' said Lord Henry. 'You and I will always be friends. Come round tomorrow. We shall go to lunch.'

'Do you really want me to come, Harry?'

'Certainly. The park is quite lovely now. I don't think there have been such flowers since the year I met you.'

'Very well. I shall be here at eleven,' said Dorian. 'Good-night, Harry.'

It was a lovely night. He walked home, with his coat on his arm, smoking his cigarette. Two young men in evening dress passed him. He heard one of them whisper to the other, 'That is Dorian Gray'. He remembered how pleased he used to be when he was stared at, or talked about. He was tired of hearing his own name now.

When he reached home, he found his servant waiting up for him. He sent him to bed, and threw himself down on the sofa in the library. He began to think about some of the things that Lord Henry had said to him.

Was it really true that one could never change? There had been a time when he had been good and innocent. He had corrupted himself, and become a terrible influence on others. He had even got pleasure from this corruption. Yet his soul had once been the purest of all. Was all that gone? Was there no hope for him?

In one terrible moment of passion, he had asked to stay young for all time. All his failure had been because of that. He had not been punished, but perhaps punishment was what he had needed. Punishment cleaned the soul.

The mirror that Lord Henry had given to him, so many years ago now, was standing on the table. He picked it up, remembering that horrible night when he had first noticed the change in the picture. Once, someone who had loved him passionately had written him a mad letter. It had ended with these words: 'The world is changed because you are made of gold.' He repeated them to himself and suddenly realized that he hated his own beauty. Throwing the mirror on the floor, he broke the glass into little pieces with his foot. It was his beauty that had spoiled him.

It was better not to think of the past. Nothing could change that. He had to think of his future. Alan Campbell had shot himself one night, and his terrible secret had died with him. The interest in Basil Hallward's disappearance would soon pass away. He was perfectly safe there.

What worried him was the death of his own soul. Basil had painted the portrait that had destroyed his life. He could not forgive him that. It was the portrait that had done everything. The murder had just been the madness of the moment. As for Alan Campbell, he had killed himself. It was nothing to do with Dorian Gray.

A new life! That was what he wanted in the future. That was what he was waiting for. Perhaps it had begun already. He would never again spoil innocence. He would be good.

He began to wonder if the portrait in the locked room had changed. Was it still as horrible as it had been? Perhaps if his life became pure, the face in the portrait would become beautiful again. He would go and look.

He took the lamp from the table and went upstairs. As he opened the door, a smile of happiness passed across his young face. Yes, he would be good, and the ugly thing he had locked away would not frighten him any more. He felt happier already.

He went in quietly, locking the door behind him. Walking straight over to the portrait, he took off the purple curtain that was covering it. An angry cry of pain came from him. He could see no change. The thing was still hateful - more hateful, even, than before. The red mark on the hand seemed brighter and more like new blood. And why was the red mark larger than it had been? It was all over the fingers now. There was blood on the painted feet, and blood on the hand that had not held the knife.

What did it all mean? That he should go to the police? That he should tell the whole story, and be put to death? He laughed. He felt the idea was absurd. If he did tell them now, who would believe him? There was nothing left of the murdered man anywhere. He had destroyed everything belonging to Basil Hallward. He himself had burned the bag and the coat. They would simply say he was mad.

Was this murder to follow him all his life? Was he always going to suffer because of his past? Yet what could he do? Go to the police? Never.

There was only one thing they could use against him and that was the picture itself. He would destroy it. Why had he kept it so long? Once it had given him pleasure to watch it changing and growing old. Recently he had felt no such pleasure. It had kept him awake at night. When he had been away, he had been frightened that another person would see it. Just the memory of it spoiled many moments of happiness. He would destroy it.

He looked around and saw the knife that had killed Basil Hallward. He had cleaned it many times until there was no mark left on it. It was bright, and it shone. It had killed the painter. Now it would kill the painter's work, and all that it meant. It would kill the past. When that was dead he would be free. He picked up the knife and pushed it into the picture.

There was a cry, and a crash. The cry was so horrible that frightened servants woke and came out of their rooms. Two gentlemen, who were passing in the Square below, stopped, and looked up at the great house. They hurried on until they met a policeman, and brought him back. The policeman rang the bell several times, but there was no answer. Except for a light in one of the top windows, the house was all dark. After a time, he went away and stood in the garden of the next house and watched.

'Whose house is that?' asked the older of the two gentlemen.

'Mr Dorian Gray's, sir,' answered the policeman.

They looked at each other as they walked away, and laughed cruelly. They knew who Dorian Gray was.

Inside the house the servants were talking in low whispers to each other. Old Mrs Leaf was crying. Francis was as white as death.

After about a quarter of an hour, they went fearfully upstairs. They knocked, but there was no reply. They called out. Everything was still. They tried the door. It was locked. Finally, they got on the roof and came into the room through the window.

When they entered the room they found a portrait hanging on the wall. It showed Mr Dorian Gray as they had last seen him, young and beautiful. Lying on the floor was a dead man in evening dress. He had a knife in his heart. He was old and horribly ugly. It was not until they saw his rings that they recognized to their horror who the man was.

 

- THE END -

Phonetic exercises

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

Disappearance; pour; recently; mysterious; Chopin; yawn; Seine; handkerchief; laugh; failure.

b) Read them aloud

Speech patterns:

a. It's no business of mine.

b. By the way...

c. I don't think it is likely.

Work on vocabulary

2. Find in the chapter the English for:

Наливать; тема для разговора; недавно; таинственное исчезновение; не моё дело; усталым голосом; излишне; зевать; разделять; позировать; вопиёт против; разбить на мелкие осколки; приговорит к смертной казни.

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

by the way            to spoil                 to yawn              to be bored               innocent   to steel       to mean               failure          to frighten     to remind   needless              straight

 

 

1. '___________ they not ________ with that yet?' said Dorian, pouring out some wine and frowning.

2. In fact death is the only thing that ever _____________me. I hate it.'

3. '____________ to say,' said Lord Henry, 'it is the only thing that is final.

4. 'Harry,' he said, looking over at Lord Henry. 'Do you think Basil was murdered?' Lord Henry______________.

5. _________, what happened to that wonderful portrait he did of you? 'I told you years ago that it was___________.'

6. 'You have never looked more charming than you do tonight. You ______________me of the day I first saw you.

7. Was it really true that one could never change? There had been a time when he had been good and ______________.

8. In one terrible moment of passion, he had asked to stay young for all time. All his __________had been because of that.

9. Perhaps it had begun already. He would never again ____________innocence. He would be good.

10. Walking _________over to the portrait, he took off the purple curtain that was covering it.

11. Now it would kill the painter's work, and all that it__________ mean. It would kill the past.

 

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