Russian market reviews
Добавить в избранное
|A Hobby Makes Your Life Much More Interesting - Хобби делают нашу жизнь намного интереснее|
A Hobby Makes Your Life Much More Interesting - Хобби делают нашу жизнь намного интереснее
Our life would be hard without rest and recreation. People have quite different ideas of how to spend their free time. For some of them the only way to relax is watching TV or drinking beer. But other people use their spare time getting maximum benefit from it. If you enjoy doing some activity in your free time, than you have a hobby. A person's hobbies are not connected with his profession, but they are practiced for fun and enjoyment. A hobby gives one the opportunity of acquiring substantial skill, knowledge and experience. A hobby is a kind of self-expression and the way to understand other people and the whole world. A person's hobbies depend on his age, intelligence level, character and personal interests. What is interesting to one person can be trivial or boring to another. That's why some people prefer reading, cooking, knitting, collecting, playing a musical instrument, painting, photography, fishkeeping or playing computer games while others prefer dancing, travelling, camping or sports.
Collecting things is a very popular hobby and it may deal with almost any subject. Some people collect stamps, coins, badges, books, clocks or toys. Other people collect beer cans, key rings, stones, matchboxes, thimbles and all sorts of things. Once you've got a small collection you keep adding to it. Some people don't even remember how their collection started but now their house is crammed full of different knick-knacks which they can't use but keep for the sake of having them. But some people collect valuable and rare things as they consider it to be a good investment of their money.
If you are active and tired of town life, if you long for changes and want to get away from civilization, than camping is for you. It is a cheap way to rest, to improve your health, to train yourself physically and to enjoy nature. Some people prefer more extreme camping when they have to survive out-of-doors, orient themselves, obtain food from the wild, build shelters and adapt themselves to extremely cold weather. They learn to overcome any obstacles and become strong and self-reliant.
Ecotourism is becoming popular and fashionable all over the world, especially with people who try to damage the environment as little as possible. Tourists visit places of natural beauty and they usually travel on foot, by bicycle or boat so that there is no pollution. They stay in local houses or hotels and eat local food. Their aim is to enjoy nature, to experience the local culture and to get unforgettable impressions without polluting and wasting or destroying natural resources. They must keep places that they visit clean and safe. The principles of eco-tourism are 'Leave nothing behind you except footprints and take nothing away except photographs' and 'Take as much care of the places that you visit as you take of your own home'. If people remember these simple rules, we will be able to save our planet and to conserve the wildlife.
A hobby plays a very important educational, simulational and psychological role, makes you stronger physically and mentally, helps you escape from reality, improve your knowledge, broaden your mind, develop your skills and gain a better understanding of how the world works.
| Смотреть далее | 20.03.2016 | Отправить ссылку друзьям|
|Places of Interest in Russia - Достопримечательности России (рассказ)|
Places of Interest in Russia
Russia is the largest country in the world. It has a long and interesting history. The country is famous for its numerous places of interest.
The capital of Russia is Moscow, and it’s the biggest city in the country. Another big and famous city in Russia is Saint Petersburg. It has once been a capital of the country. These two cities have the majority of Russian sights. For example, the Kremlin, which is situated in the heart of Moscow, the Bolshoi Theater, which is also in Moscow and many others. Saint-Petersburg is famous by its magnificent architecture. Almost every building in the city looks like a rare masterpiece.
Many people take trips along some Russian cities, called Golden Ring. The Golden Ring of Russia includes such cities as Ivanovo, Vladimir, Suzdal, Yaroslavl and many others. These cities are famous for their rich history and ancient churches. Also, tourists can take part in some authentic festivals when visiting these cities.
Another famous sight in Russia is situated in the center of Asia. It’s called Altay. Many tourists want to see this amazing region, which is known for its crystal clear lakes, high mountains and other natural wonders. The deepest lake in the world, Baikal, is also situated in Russia, in the East Siberian region.
[ перевод на русский язык ]
Россия – самая большая страна в мире. Она имеет долгую и интересную историю. Страна славится своими многочисленными достопримечательностями.
Столицей России — Москва, и она же является самым большим городом страны. Еще один большой и знаменитый город в России - Санкт-Петербург. Он однажды являлся столицей страны. В этих двух городах расположена большая часть русских достопримечательностей. Например, Кремль, расположенный в самом сердце Москвы, Большой театр, который также находится в Москве и многие другие. Санкт-Петербург славится своей величественной архитектурой. Почти каждое здание в городе выглядит как редкий шедевр.
Многие люди едут путешествуют по российским городам, называемых Золотым кольцом. Золотое кольцо России включает такие города, как Иваново, Владимир, Суздаль, Ярославль и многие другие. Эти города знамениты своей богатой историей и старинными церквями. Также, туристы могут поучаствовать в некоторых оригинальных фестивалях, во время посещения этих городов.
Другая знаменитая достопримечательность России расположена в центре Азии. Она называется Алтай. Многие туристы хотят увидеть этот удивительный регион, который знаменит своими кристально-чистыми озерами, высокими горами и другими природными чудесами. Самое глубокое озеро в мире, Байкал, также расположено в России, в Восточно — Сибирском регионе.
| Смотреть далее | 16.03.2016 | Отправить ссылку друзьям|
|Письмо о любимом виде спорта - футбол|
Письмо о любимом виде спорта - футбол
I am in receipt of your letter today. You asked me to write you about my favorite sports game. My favorite game is football. This game is full of life. Whenever a broadcast football games, I just sit in front of the TV and watch the match from start to finish.
I am loyal fan of the team "Barcelona", the team with unparalleled spirit of winning. Cristiano Ronaldo is my favorite player.
Now I'm looking forward to the European Football Championship.
Convey my regards to your parents.
[ перевод на русский язык ]
Я получил твое письмо сегодня. Ты просишь меня написать о моей любимой спортивной игре. Моя любимая игра футбол. Эта игра полна жизни. Всякий раз, когда транслируют футбольные матчи, я просто сижу перед телевизором и смотрю матч от начала до конца.
Я верный поклонник команды "Барселона", команды с непревзойденным духом победы. Криштиану Роналду мой любимый игрок.
Сейчас я с нетерпением жду чемпионата Европы по футболу.
Передавай привет своим родителям.
С искренним уважением,
| Смотреть далее | 16.03.2016 | Отправить ссылку друзьям|
|Сказка The Wise Little Girl - Мудрая девочка|
Сказка The Wise Little Girl - Мудрая девочка
Once upon a time...in the immense Russian steppe, lay a little village where nearly all the inhabitants bred horses. It was the month of October, when a big livestock market was held yearly in the main town. Two brothers, one rich and the other one poor, set off for market. The rich man rode a stallion, and the poor brother a young mare.
At dusk, they stopped beside an empty hut and tethered their horses outside, before going to sleep themselves on two heaps of straw. Great was their surprise, when, next morning they saw three horses outside, instead of two. Well, to be exact the newcomer was not really a horse. It was a foal, to which the mare had given birth during the night. Soon it had the strength to struggle to its feet, and after a drink of its mother's milk, the foal staggered its first few steps. The stallion greeted it with a cheerful whinny, and when the two brothers set eyes on it for the first time, the foal was standing beside the stallion.
"It belongs to me!" exclaimed Dimitri, the rich brother, the minute he saw it. "It's my stallion's foal." Ivan, the poor brother, began to laugh.
"Whoever heard of a stallion having a foal? It was born to my mare!"
"No, that's not true! It was standing close to the stallion, so it's the stallion's foal. And therefore it's mine!" The brothers started to quarrel, then they decided to go to town and bring the matter before the judges. Still arguing, they head ed for the big square where the courtroom stood. But what they didn't know was that it was a special day, the day when, once a year, the Emperor himself administered the law. He himself received all who came seeking justice. The brothers were ushered into his presence, and they told him all about the dispute.
Of course, the Emperor knew perfectly well who was the owner of the foal. He was on the point of proclaiming in favor of the poor brother, when suddenly Ivan developed an unfortunate twitch in his eye. The Emperor was greatly annoyed by this familiarity b y a humble peasant, and decided to punish Ivan for his disrespect. After listening to both sides of the story, he declared it was difficult, indeed impossible, to say exactly who was the foal's rightful owner. And being in the mood for a spot of fun, and since he loved posing riddles and solving them as well, to the amusement of his counselors, he exclaimed:
"I can't judge which of you should have the foal, so it will be awarded to whichever of you solves the following four riddles: what is the fastest thing in the world? What is the fattest? What's the softest and what is the most precious? I command you to return to the palace in a week's time with your answers!" Dimitri started to puzzle over the answers as soon as he left the courtroom. When he reached home, however, he realized he had nobody to help him
"Well, I will just have to seek help, for if I can't solve these riddles, I will lose the foal!" Then he remembered a woman, one of his neighbors, to whom he had once lent a silver ducat. That had been some time ago, and with the interest, the neighbor now owed him three ducats. And since she had a reputation for being quick-witted, but also very astute, he decided to ask her advice, in exchange for canceling part of her debt. But the woman was not slow to show how clever she really was, and promptly demanded that the whole debt be wiped out in exchange for the answers.
"The fastest thing in the world is my husband's bay horse," she said. "Nothing can beat it! The fattest is our pig! Such a huge beast has never been seen! The softest is the quilt I made for the bed, using my own goose's feathers. It's the envy of all my friends. The most precious thing in the world is my three-month old nephew. There isn't a more handsome child. I wouldn't exchange him for all the gold on earth, and that makes him the most precious thing on earth!"
Dimitri was rather doubtful about the woman's answers being correct. On the other hand, he had to take some kind of solution back to the Emperor. And he guessed, quite rightly, that if he didn't, he would be punished.
In the meantime, Ivan, who was a widower, had gone back to the humble cottage where he lived with his small daughter. Only seven years old, the little girl was often left alone, and as a result, was thoughtful and very clever for her age. The poor man too k the little girl into his confidence, for like his brother, he knew he would never be able to find the answers by himself. The child sat in silence for a moment, then firmly said:
"Tell the Emperor that the fastest thing in the world is the cold north wind in winter. The fattest is the soil in our fields whose crops give life to men and animals alike, the softest thing is a child's caress and the most precious is honesty.";
The day came when the two brothers were to return before the Emperor. They were led into his presence. The Emperor was curious to hear what they had to say, but he roared with laughter at Dimitri's foolish answers. However, when it was Ivan's turn to spea k, a frown spread over the Emperor's face. The poor brother's wise replies made him squirm, especially the last one, about honesty, the most precious thing of all. The Emperor knew perfectly well that he had been dishonest in his dealings with the poor br other, for he had denied him justice. But he could not bear to admit it in front of his own counselors, so he angrily demanded:
"Who gave you these answers?" Ivan told the Emperor that it was his small daughter. Still annoyed, the great man said:
"You shall be rewarded for having such a wise and clever daughter. You shall be awarded the foal that your brother claimed, together with a hundred silver ducats. But...but..." and the Emperor winked at his counselors:
"You will come before me in seven days' time, bringing your daughter. And since she's so clever, she must appear before me neither naked nor dressed, neither on foot nor on horseback, neither bearing gifts nor empty-handed. And if she does this, you will have your reward. If not, you'll have your head chopped off for your impudence!"
The onlookers began to laugh, knowing that the poor man would never to able to fulfill the Emperor's conditions. Ivan went home in despair, his eyes brimming with tears. But when he had told his daughter what had happened, she calmly said:
"Tomorrow, go and catch a hare and a partridge. Both must be alive! You'll have the foal and the hundred silver ducats! Leave it to me!" Ivan did as his daughter said. He had no idea what the two creatures were for, but he trusted in his daughter's wisdom.
On the day of the audience with the Emperor, the palace was thronged with bystanders, waiting for Ivan and his small daughter to arrive. At last, the little girl appeared, draped in a fishing net, riding the hare and holding the partridge in her hand. She was neither naked nor dressed, on foot or on horseback. Scowling, the Emperor told her:
"I said neither bearing gifts nor empty-handed!" At these words, the little girl held out the partridge. The Emperor stretched out his hand to grasp it, but the bird fluttered into the air. The third condition had been fulfilled. In spite of him self, the Emperor could not help admiring the little girl who had so cleverly passed such a test, and in a gentler voice, he said:
"Is your father terribly poor, and does he desperately need the foal?"
"Oh, yes!" replied the little girl. "We live on the hares he catches in the rivers and the fish he picks from the trees!"
"Aha!" cried the Emperor triumphantly. "So you're not as clever as you seem to be! Whoever heard of hares in the river and fish in the trees!" To which the little girl swiftly replied:
"And whoever heard of a stallion having a foal?" At that, both Emperor and Court burst into peals of laughter. Ivan was immediately given his hundred silver ducats and the foal, and the Emperor proclaimed:
"Only in my kingdom could such a wise little girl be born!"
Emperor - император
precious - драгоценный
dusk - сумерки
fulfill - выполнять
counselor - консультант
partridge - куорпатка
foal - жеребенок
steppe - степь
stallion - жеребец
quarrel - ссора
tether - привязь
stagger - шатаются
judge - судья
twitch - дергаться
amusement - развлечение
ducat - монета, дукат
| Смотреть далее | 16.03.2016 | Отправить ссылку друзьям|
|Задаём вопросы на английском|
Who do you want? — Кого Вам нужно?
Allow me to help you? — Разрешите помочь Вам?
Who are you looking for? — Кого Вы ищете?
What do you want? — Что Вы хотите?
Who can I ask? — Кого я могу спросить?
Where can I find him? — Где я могу его найти?
Who told you that? — Кто Вам это сказал?
What's happened? — Что случилось?
What do you mean? — Что Вы имеете в виду?
What's the matter? — В чем дело?
Don't you like it? — Вам это не нравится?
Could you do me a favor? — Не могли бы Вы оказать мне услугу?
Can you tell me? — Не скажете мне...?
May I have your pen? — Не дадите мне Вашу ручку?
May I have a cigarette, please? — У Вас не найдется сигареты?
Do you smoke? — Вы курите?
Do you mind if I smoke? — Вы не против, если я закурю?
May I trouble you for a light? — Разрешите прикурить?
Would you, please, keep an eye on my baggage? — Вы не посмотрите за моим багажом?
| Смотреть далее | 06.03.2016 | Отправить ссылку друзьям|
|Сказка The Bottle Neck - Горлышко бутылки|
Сказка The Bottle Neck - Горлышко бутылки
Close to the corner of a street, among other abodes of poverty, stood an exceedingly tall, narrow house, which had been so knocked about by time that it seemed out of joint in every direction. This house was inhabited by poor people, but the deepest poverty was apparent in the garret lodging in the gable. In front of the little window, an old bent bird-cage hung in the sunshine, which had not even a proper water-glass, but instead of it the broken neck of a bottle, turned upside down, and a cork stuck in to make it hold the water with which it was filled. An old maid stood at the window; she had hung chickweed over the cage, and the little linnet which it contained hopped from perch to perch and sang and twittered merrily.
“Yes, it’s all very well for you to sing,” said the bottle neck: that is, he did not really speak the words as we do, for the neck of a bottle cannot speak; but he thought them to himself in his own mind, just as people sometimes talk quietly to themselves.
“Yes, you may sing very well, you have all your limbs uninjured; you should feel what it is like to lose your body, and only have a neck and a mouth left, with a cork stuck in it, as I have: you wouldn’t sing then, I know. After all, it is just as well that there are some who can be happy. I have no reason to sing, nor could I sing now if I were ever so happy; but when I was a whole bottle, and they rubbed me with a cork, didn’t I sing then? I used to be called a complete lark. I remember when I went out to a picnic with the furrier’s family, on the day his daughter was betrothed,—it seems as if it only happened yesterday. I have gone through a great deal in my time, when I come to recollect: I have been in the fire and in the water, I have been deep in the earth, and have mounted higher in the air than most other people, and now I am swinging here, outside a bird-cage, in the air and the sunshine. Oh, indeed, it would be worth while to hear my history; but I do not speak it aloud, for a good reason—because I cannot.”
Then the bottle neck related his history, which was really rather remarkable; he, in fact, related it to himself, or, at least, thought it in his own mind. The little bird sang his own song merrily; in the street below there was driving and running to and fro, every one thought of his own affairs, or perhaps of nothing at all; but the bottle neck thought deeply. He thought of the blazing furnace in the factory, where he had been blown into life; he remembered how hot it felt when he was placed in the heated oven, the home from which he sprang, and that he had a strong inclination to leap out again directly; but after a while it became cooler, and he found himself very comfortable. He had been placed in a row, with a whole regiment of his brothers and sisters all brought out of the same furnace; some of them had certainly been blown into champagne bottles, and others into beer bottles, which made a little difference between them. In the world it often happens that a beer bottle may contain the most precious wine, and a champagne bottle be filled with blacking, but even in decay it may always be seen whether a man has been well born. Nobility remains noble, as a champagne bottle remains the same, even with blacking in its interior. When the bottles were packed our bottle was packed amongst them; it little expected then to finish its career as a bottle neck, or to be used as a water-glass to a bird’s-cage, which is, after all, a place of honor, for it is to be of some use in the world. The bottle did not behold the light of day again, until it was unpacked with the rest in the wine merchant’s cellar, and, for the first time, rinsed with water, which caused some very curious sensations. There it lay empty, and without a cork, and it had a peculiar feeling, as if it wanted something it knew not what. At last it was filled with rich and costly wine, a cork was placed in it, and sealed down. Then it was labelled “first quality,” as if it had carried off the first prize at an examination; besides, the wine and the bottle were both good, and while we are young is the time for poetry. There were sounds of song within the bottle, of things it could not understand, of green sunny mountains, where the vines grow and where the merry vine-dressers laugh, sing, and are merry. “Ah, how beautiful is life.” All these tones of joy and song in the bottle were like the working of a young poet’s brain, who often knows not the meaning of the tones which are sounding within him. One morning the bottle found a purchaser in the furrier’s apprentice, who was told to bring one of the best bottles of wine. It was placed in the provision basket with ham and cheese and sausages. The sweetest fresh butter and the finest bread were put into the basket by the furrier’s daughter herself, for she packed it. She was young and pretty; her brown eyes laughed, and a smile lingered round her mouth as sweet as that in her eyes. She had delicate hands, beautifully white, and her neck was whiter still. It could easily be seen that she was a very lovely girl, and as yet she was not engaged. The provision basket lay in the lap of the young girl as the family drove out to the forest, and the neck of the bottle peeped out from between the folds of the white napkin. There was the red wax on the cork, and the bottle looked straight at the young girl’s face, and also at the face of the young sailor who sat near her. He was a young friend, the son of a portrait painter. He had lately passed his examination with honor, as mate, and the next morning he was to sail in his ship to a distant coast. There had been a great deal of talk on this subject while the basket was being packed, and during this conversation the eyes and the mouth of the furrier’s daughter did not wear a very joyful expression. The young people wandered away into the green wood, and talked together. What did they talk about? The bottle could not say, for he was in the provision basket. It remained there a long time; but when at last it was brought forth it appeared as if something pleasant had happened, for every one was laughing; the furrier’s daughter laughed too, but she said very little, and her cheeks were like two roses. Then her father took the bottle and the cork-screw into his hands. What a strange sensation it was to have the cork drawn for the first time! The bottle could never after that forget the performance of that moment; indeed there was quite a convulsion within him as the cork flew out, and a gurgling sound as the wine was poured forth into the glasses.
“Long life to the betrothed,” cried the papa, and every glass was emptied to the dregs, while the young sailor kissed his beautiful bride.
“Happiness and blessing to you both,” said the old people-father and mother, and the young man filled the glasses again.
“Safe return, and a wedding this day next year,” he cried; and when the glasses were empty he took the bottle, raised it on high, and said, “Thou hast been present here on the happiest day of my life; thou shalt never be used by others!” So saying, he hurled it high in the air.
The furrier’s daughter thought she should never see it again, but she was mistaken. It fell among the rushes on the borders of a little woodland lake. The bottle neck remembered well how long it lay there unseen. “I gave them wine, and they gave me muddy water,” he had said to himself, “but I suppose it was all well meant.” He could no longer see the betrothed couple, nor the cheerful old people; but for a long time he could hear them rejoicing and singing. At length there came by two peasant boys, who peeped in among the reeds and spied out the bottle. Then they took it up and carried it home with them, so that once more it was provided for. At home in their wooden cottage these boys had an elder brother, a sailor, who was about to start on a long voyage. He had been there the day before to say farewell, and his mother was now very busy packing up various things for him to take with him on his voyage. In the evening his father was going to carry the parcel to the town to see his son once more, and take him a farewell greeting from his mother. A small bottle had already been filled with herb tea, mixed with brandy, and wrapped in a parcel; but when the boys came in they brought with them a larger and stronger bottle, which they had found. This bottle would hold so much more than the little one, and they all said the brandy would be so good for complaints of the stomach, especially as it was mixed with medical herbs. The liquid which they now poured into the bottle was not like the red wine with which it had once been filled; these were bitter drops, but they are of great use sometimes-for the stomach. The new large bottle was to go, not the little one: so the bottle once more started on its travels. It was taken on board (for Peter Jensen was one of the crew) the very same ship in which the young mate was to sail. But the mate did not see the bottle: indeed, if he had he would not have known it, or supposed it was the one out of which they had drunk to the felicity of the betrothed and to the prospect of a marriage on his own happy return. Certainly the bottle no longer poured forth wine, but it contained something quite as good; and so it happened that whenever Peter Jensen brought it out, his messmates gave it the name of “the apothecary,” for it contained the best medicine to cure the stomach, and he gave it out quite willingly as long as a drop remained. Those were happy days, and the bottle would sing when rubbed with a cork, and it was called a “great lark,” “Peter Jensen’s lark.”
Long days and months rolled by, during which the bottle stood empty in a corner, when a storm arose—whether on the passage out or home it could not tell, for it had never been ashore. It was a terrible storm, great waves arose, darkly heaving and tossing the vessel to and fro. The main mast was split asunder, the ship sprang a leak, and the pumps became useless, while all around was black as night. At the last moment, when the ship was sinking, the young mate wrote on a piece of paper, “We are going down: God’s will be done.” Then he wrote the name of his betrothed, his own name, and that of the ship. Then he put the leaf in an empty bottle that happened to be at hand, corked it down tightly, and threw it into the foaming sea. He knew not that it was the very same bottle from which the goblet of joy and hope had once been filled for him, and now it was tossing on the waves with his last greeting, and a message from the dead. The ship sank, and the crew sank with her; but the bottle flew on like a bird, for it bore within it a loving letter from a loving heart. And as the sun rose and set, the bottle felt as at the time of its first existence, when in the heated glowing stove it had a longing to fly away. It outlived the storms and the calm, it struck against no rocks, was not devoured by sharks, but drifted on for more than a year, sometimes towards the north, sometimes towards the south, just as the current carried it. It was in all other ways its own master, but even of that one may get tired. The written leaf, the last farewell of the bridegroom to his bride, would only bring sorrow when once it reached her hands; but where were those hands, so soft and delicate, which had once spread the table-cloth on the fresh grass in the green wood, on the day of her betrothal? Ah, yes! where was the furrier’s daughter? and where was the land which might lie nearest to her home?
The bottle knew not, it travelled onward and onward, and at last all this wandering about became wearisome; at all events it was not its usual occupation. But it had to travel, till at length it reached land—a foreign country. Not a word spoken in this country could the bottle understand; it was a language it had never before heard, and it is a great loss not to be able to understand a language. The bottle was fished out of the water, and examined on all sides. The little letter contained within it was discovered, taken out, and turned and twisted in every direction; but the people could not understand what was written upon it. They could be quite sure that the bottle had been thrown overboard from a vessel, and that something about it was written on this paper: but what was written? that was the question,—so the paper was put back into the bottle, and then both were put away in a large cupboard of one of the great houses of the town. Whenever any strangers arrived, the paper was taken out and turned over and over, so that the address, which was only written in pencil, became almost illegible, and at last no one could distinguish any letters on it at all. For a whole year the bottle remained standing in the cupboard, and then it was taken up to the loft, where it soon became covered with dust and cobwebs. Ah! how often then it thought of those better days—of the times when in the fresh, green wood, it had poured forth rich wine; or, while rocked by the swelling waves, it had carried in its bosom a secret, a letter, a last parting sigh. For full twenty years it stood in the loft, and it might have stayed there longer but that the house was going to be rebuilt. The bottle was discovered when the roof was taken off; they talked about it, but the bottle did not understand what they said—a language is not to be learnt by living in a loft, even for twenty years. “If I had been down stairs in the room,” thought the bottle, “I might have learnt it.” It was now washed and rinsed, which process was really quite necessary, and afterwards it looked clean and transparent, and felt young again in its old age; but the paper which it had carried so faithfully was destroyed in the washing. They filled the bottle with seeds, though it scarcely knew what had been placed in it. Then they corked it down tightly, and carefully wrapped it up. There not even the light of a torch or lantern could reach it, much less the brightness of the sun or moon. “And yet,” thought the bottle, “men go on a journey that they may see as much as possible, and I can see nothing.” However, it did something quite as important; it travelled to the place of its destination, and was unpacked.
“What trouble they have taken with that bottle over yonder!” said one, “and very likely it is broken after all.” But the bottle was not broken, and, better still, it understood every word that was said: this language it had heard at the furnaces and at the wine merchant’s; in the forest and on the ship,—it was the only good old language it could understand. It had returned home, and the language was as a welcome greeting. For very joy, it felt ready to jump out of people’s hands, and scarcely noticed that its cork had been drawn, and its contents emptied out, till it found itself carried to a cellar, to be left there and forgotten. “There’s no place like home, even if it’s a cellar.” It never occurred to him to think that he might lie there for years, he felt so comfortable. For many long years he remained in the cellar, till at last some people came to carry away the bottles, and ours amongst the number.
Out in the garden there was a great festival. Brilliant lamps hung in festoons from tree to tree; and paper lanterns, through which the light shone till they looked like transparent tulips. It was a beautiful evening, and the weather mild and clear. The stars twinkled; and the new moon, in the form of a crescent, was surrounded by the shadowy disc of the whole moon, and looked like a gray globe with a golden rim: it was a beautiful sight for those who had good eyes. The illumination extended even to the most retired of the garden walks, at least not so retired that any one need lose himself there. In the borders were placed bottles, each containing a light, and among them the bottle with which we are acquainted, and whose fate it was, one day, to be only a bottle neck, and to serve as a water-glass to a bird’s-cage. Everything here appeared lovely to our bottle, for it was again in the green wood, amid joy and feasting; again it heard music and song, and the noise and murmur of a crowd, especially in that part of the garden where the lamps blazed, and the paper lanterns displayed their brilliant colors. It stood in a distant walk certainly, but a place pleasant for contemplation; and it carried a light; and was at once useful and ornamental. In such an hour it is easy to forget that one has spent twenty years in a loft, and a good thing it is to be able to do so. Close before the bottle passed a single pair, like the bridal pair—the mate and the furrier’s daughter—who had so long ago wandered in the wood. It seemed to the bottle as if he were living that time over again. Not only the guests but other people were walking in the garden, who were allowed to witness the splendor and the festivities. Among the latter came an old maid, who seemed to be quite alone in the world. She was thinking, like the bottle, of the green wood, and of a young betrothed pair, who were closely connected with herself; she was thinking of that hour, the happiest of her life, in which she had taken part, when she had herself been one of that betrothed pair; such hours are never to be forgotten, let a maiden be as old as she may. But she did not recognize the bottle, neither did the bottle notice the old maid. And so we often pass each other in the world when we meet, as did these two, even while together in the same town.
The bottle was taken from the garden, and again sent to a wine merchant, where it was once more filled with wine, and sold to an aeronaut, who was to make an ascent in his balloon on the following Sunday. A great crowd assembled to witness the sight; military music had been engaged, and many other preparations made. The bottle saw it all from the basket in which he lay close to a live rabbit. The rabbit was quite excited because he knew that he was to be taken up, and let down again in a parachute. The bottle, however, knew nothing of the “up,” or the “down;” he saw only that the balloon was swelling larger and larger till it could swell no more, and began to rise and be restless. Then the ropes which held it were cut through, and the aerial ship rose in the air with the aeronaut and the basket containing the bottle and the rabbit, while the music sounded and all the people shouted “Hurrah.”
“This is a wonderful journey up into the air,” thought the bottle; “it is a new way of sailing, and here, at least, there is no fear of striking against anything.”
Thousands of people gazed at the balloon, and the old maid who was in the garden saw it also; for she stood at the open window of the garret, by which hung the cage containing the linnet, who then had no water-glass, but was obliged to be contented with an old cup. In the window-sill stood a myrtle in a pot, and this had been pushed a little on one side, that it might not fall out; for the old maid was leaning out of the window, that she might see. And she did see distinctly the aeronaut in the balloon, and how he let down the rabbit in the parachute, and then drank to the health of all the spectators in the wine from the bottle. After doing this, he hurled it high into the air. How little she thought that this was the very same bottle which her friend had thrown aloft in her honor, on that happy day of rejoicing, in the green wood, in her youthful days. The bottle had no time to think, when raised so suddenly; and before it was aware, it reached the highest point it had ever attained in its life. Steeples and roofs lay far, far beneath it, and the people looked as tiny as possible. Then it began to descend much more rapidly than the rabbit had done, made somersaults in the air, and felt itself quite young and unfettered, although it was half full of wine. But this did not last long. What a journey it was! All the people could see the bottle; for the sun shone upon it. The balloon was already far away, and very soon the bottle was far away also; for it fell upon a roof, and broke in pieces. But the pieces had got such an impetus in them, that they could not stop themselves. They went jumping and rolling about, till at last they fell into the court-yard, and were broken into still smaller pieces; only the neck of the bottle managed to keep whole, and it was broken off as clean as if it had been cut with a diamond.
“That would make a capital bird’s glass,” said one of the cellar-men; but none of them had either a bird or a cage, and it was not to be expected they would provide one just because they had found a bottle neck that could be used as a glass. But the old maid who lived in the garret had a bird, and it really might be useful to her; so the bottle neck was provided with a cork, and taken up to her; and, as it often happens in life, the part that had been uppermost was now turned downwards, and it was filled with fresh water. Then they hung it in the cage of the little bird, who sang and twittered more merrily than ever.
“Ah, you have good reason to sing,” said the bottle neck, which was looked upon as something very remarkable, because it had been in a balloon; nothing further was known of its history. As it hung there in the bird’s-cage, it could hear the noise and murmur of the people in the street below, as well as the conversation of the old maid in the room within. An old friend had just come to visit her, and they talked, not about the bottle neck, but of the myrtle in the window.
“No, you must not spend a dollar for your daughter’s bridal bouquet,” said the old maid; “you shall have a beautiful little bunch for a nosegay, full of blossoms. Do you see how splendidly the tree has grown? It has been raised from only a little sprig of myrtle that you gave me on the day after my betrothal, and from which I was to make my own bridal bouquet when a year had passed: but that day never came; the eyes were closed which were to have been my light and joy through life. In the depths of the sea my beloved sleeps sweetly; the myrtle has become an old tree, and I am a still older woman. Before the sprig you gave me faded, I took a spray, and planted it in the earth; and now, as you see, it has become a large tree, and a bunch of the blossoms shall at last appear at a wedding festival, in the bouquet of your daughter.”
There were tears in the eyes of the old maid, as she spoke of the beloved of her youth, and of their betrothal in the wood. Many thoughts came into her mind; but the thought never came, that quite close to her, in that very window, was a remembrance of those olden times,—the neck of the bottle which had, as it were shouted for joy when the cork flew out with a bang on the betrothal day. But the bottle neck did not recognize the old maid; he had not been listening to what she had related, perhaps because he was thinking so much about her.
| Смотреть далее | 06.03.2016 | Отправить ссылку друзьям|
|25 цитат знаменитостей о женщинах на английском|
25 цитат знаменитостей о женщинах на английском
- An elegant woman is a woman who despises you and has no hair under her arms. - Элегантная женщина - это та, которая вас презирает, и у которой нет волос подмышками. Сальвадор Далиcc
- You educate a man; you educate a man. You educate a woman; you educate a generation. - Обучая мужчину, вы обучаете мужчину. Обучая женщину, вы обучаете поколение. Бригам Янг
- Can you imagine a world without men? No crime and lots of happy fat women. - Можете ли вы представить себе мир без мужчин? Никакой преступности и множество счастливых толстых женщин! Николь Холландер
- A woman's hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them. - Женские мечты сотканы из солнечных лучей. Тень уничтожает их. Джордж Эллиот
- A woman's whole life is a history of the affections. - Вся жизнь женщины - это история ее привязанностей. Вашингтон Ирвинг
- Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal. - Женщина говорит на двух языках. Один из них - словесный. Уильям Шекспир
- After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside the Garden with her than inside it without her. - Спустя годы я понимаю, что ошибался в Еве. На самом деле, лучше жить вне Рая с ней, чем в Раю - без нее. Марк Твен
- If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody. - Если девушка приходит на свидание красивая - кто будет расстраиваться, что она опоздала? Да никто. Дж. Д. Сэлинджер
- A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is a man who hopes they are. - Пессимист - это тот, кто считает, что все женщины плохие. Оптимист - это тот, кто на это надеется. Чонси Митчелл Депью
- When God makes a beautiful woman, the devil opens a new register. - Когда Господь создает красивую женщину, дьявол заводит новую учетную запись. Амброз Бирс
- Modern paintings are like women, you'll never enjoy them if you try to understand them? - Современная живопись - прямо как женщины: ей никогда не насладишься, если попробуешь ее понять. Фредди Меркьюри
- Women are wiser than men because they know less and understand more. - Женщины мудрее мужчин, потому что знают они меньше, а понимают - больше. Джеймс Тарбер
- I believe a b woman may be ber than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible. - Я уверен, что сильная женщина может быть сильнее мужчины, особенно если в ее сердце живет любовь. Думаю, любящая женщина непобедима. Джон Стейнбек
- The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analyzed, women ... merely adored. - Женская сила не объяснима психологией. Мужчину можно разобрать - женщиной же возможно лишь восхищаться. Оскар Уайлд
- There are three things men can do with women: love them, suffer for them, or turn them into literature. - Существует три вещи, которые мужчины могут делать с женщинами: любить их, страдать из-за них и обращать их в литературу. Стивен Стиллз
- A man chases a woman until she catches him. - Мужчина преследует женщину до тех пор, пока она его не поймает. Американская пословица
- There is no such thing as an ugly woman. - Не существует такого понятия, как некрасивая женщина. Винсент Ван Гог
- A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how b she is until she gets into hot water. - Женщина - как чайный пакетик. Никогда не узнаешь, насколько крепкой она может оказаться, пока она не окажется в кипятке. Элеонор Рузвельт
- Nature has given women so much power that the law has very wisely given them little. - Природа наделила женщин столь мощной властью, что закон очень мудро обделил ей их. Самюэль Джонсон
- If thou makest a statement concerning women, lo, she shall immediately try to disprove it straightway. She goeth by contraries. - Если ты делаешь утверждение относительно женщины, то берегись: она немедленно попытается его опровергнуть. Они все делают наоборот. Джеллетт Берджесс
- My further advice on your relations to women is based upon that other motto of chivalry, "Serve all, love one" - Дальнейший мой совет по отношениям с женщинами основан на рыцарском девизе: "Служи всем - люби одну". Оноре де Бальзак
- Woman is the only creature in nature that hunts down its hunters and devours the prey alive. - Женщина - единственное создание в природе, которое преследует собственных охотников и пожирает жертв заживо. Абрахам Миллер
- The less you notice them the more they chase after you. There's something perverse about women ... they're all masochists at heart. - Чем меньше ты их замечаешь, тем сильнее они тебя преследуют. В женщинах есть что-то извращенное. В глубине души они все - мазохистки. Генри Миллер
- Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult. - Что бы не делала женщина, ей приходится делать вдвое больше, чем мужчины, чтобы о ее делах думали хотя бы половину того, что они заслуживают. К счастью, это не сложно. Шарлотт Уиттон
- People may talk about the equality of the sexes! They are not equal. The silent smile of a sensible, loving woman will vanquish ten men. - Как только люди могут говорить о равенстве полов! Они не равны. Молчаливая улыбка чувственной любящей женщины одолеет десяток мужчин. Генри Уорд Бичер
| Смотреть далее | 05.03.2016 | Отправить ссылку друзьям|
|Разговорные фразы на английском на все случаи жизни|
Разговорные фразы на английском на все случаи жизни
- Thank you very much. – Большое спасибо.
- Excuse me for being late. – Извините за опоздание.
- Look here. – Послушайте.
- I congratulate you. – Поздравляю Вас.
- By the way... – Кстати...
- Happy birthday to you. – Поздравляю с днем рождения.
- Allow me to introduce (to present). – Разрешите представить.
- May I present... – Позвольте представить...
- Goodbye. – До свидания.
- See you later. – Пока.
- I must be going. – Мне нужно идти.
- I have been thinking. – Я думаю.
- Forgive me, please, I meant well. – Извините, пожалуйста, я хотел как лучше.
- It was very kind of you to do it. – Очень мило с Вашей стороны (что сделали это).
- I must apologize to you. – Я должен извиниться перед Вами.
- Have a good time. – Желаю хорошо провести время.
- Let me introduce... – Разрешите представить...
- You are getting away from the subject. – Вы отклоняетесь от темы.
- Keep to the point. – Придерживайтесь темы.
- In short... – Короче говоря...
- Skip the details. – Опустите детали.
- That’s all there is to it. – Вот и все, что можно об этом сказать.
- But enough of it. – Ну, хватит об этом.
- I see. – Понял.
- Say it again, please. – Повторите, пожалуйста.
- It stands to reason. – Логично.
- All right, I give in, you win. – Хорошо, я сдаюсь, ты прав.
- It does not make sense. – Это не имеет смысла.
- What has it got to do with the problem? – Какое это имеет отношение к данной проблеме?
- You are carrying it too far. – Вы слишком далеко зашли.
- Is that the point? – В этом смысл?
- It does not prove a thing. – Это ничего не доказывает.
- That is not exactly what I mean. – Это не совсем то, что я имею в виду.
- Let us clear it up. – Давай выясним.
- In other words. – Другими словами.
- I mean it. – Именно это я имею в виду.
- I am coming to that. – Я подхожу к этому.
- Let us stick to facts. – Будем придерживаться фактов.
- It is not true to facts. – Это не соответствует фактам.
- That makes all the difference. – В этом-то и вся разница.
- That is quite a different thing. – Это совершенно разные вещи.
- On the one hand. – С одной стороны.
- On the other hand. – С другой стороны.
- As to... / As for... (As far as...is concerned) – Что касается...
- Is he? – Да?
- Really? – Неужели?
- Nevertheless. – Тем не менее.
- Of course. Certainly. – Конечно.
- Exactly. – Совершенно верно.
- I agree with you. – Я согласен с Вами.
- That’s right. – Правильно.
- I don’t agree with you at all. – Я совершенно с Вами не согласен.
- I don’t think so. – Думаю, что нет.
- Far from it. – Далеко от этого.
- I am afraid you are wrong. – Боюсь, что вы ошибаетесь.
- I think so. – Думаю, что да.
- I am afraid so. – Боюсь, что да.
- I am sure of it. – Я в этом уверен.
- I am not sure of it. – Я не уверен в этом.
- I can’t say. – Не могу знать.
- I doubt it. – Я сомневаюсь в этом.
- I don’t know. – Я не знаю.
- Well, it is a surprise. – Да, это сюрприз.
- You look wonderful today. – Вы прекрасно выглядите сегодня.
- It does you credit. – Это делает Вам честь.
- Who would have expected that? – Кто бы мог это ожидать?
| Смотреть далее | 05.03.2016 | Отправить ссылку друзьям|
|Правила образования и чтения -ed форм в английском языке|
Правила образования и чтения -ed форм в английском языке
1) Основной случай: прибавление к инфинитиву окончания –ed
cook [ku:k] готовить – cooked [ku:kt] готовил; приготовленный
talk [tɔ:k] говорить – talked [tɔ:kt] разговаривал
answer ['ɑːnsə] отвечать – answered ['ɑːnsəd] ответил
2) Если инфинитив оканчивается на немое –e или –ee, то прибавляется только –d
type [taıp] печатать - typed [taıpt] печатал; напечатанный
live [lıv] жить - lived [lıvd] жил
agree [ə'grı:] соглашаться – agreed [ə'grı:d] согласился; согласный
explore [ıks'plɔ:] изучать - explored [ıks'plɔ:d] изучал; изученный
1) Оканчивается на одиночную согласную с предшествующим ударным кратким гласным звуком.
Конечная согласная удваивается (для сохранения графической закрытости слога).
stop [stɔp] останавливать - stopped [stɔpt] остановил; остановленный
nod [nɔd] кивать головой – nodded ['nɔdid] кивнул
permit [pə'mıt] позволять - permitted [pə'mıtıd] позволил; разрешенный
Примечание: конечная x не удваивается, т.к. она передает два звука [ks или gz], и слог все равно останется закрытым.
mix [mıks] смешивать – mixed [mıkst] смешал; смешанный
relax [rı'læks] расслаблять(ся) – relaxed [rı'lækst] расслабился; расслабленный
Примечание: а вот примеры с предшествующим безударным гласным (из раздела – основной случай):
open ['oup(ə)n] открывать – opened ['oup(ə)nd] открыл
order ['ɔ:də] приказывать – ordered ['ɔ:dəd] приказал; заказал
1-а) Оканчивается на - r, последний слог ударный и не имеет дифтонга
Конечная r удваивается
prefer предпочитать – preferred предпочитал; предпочитаемый
occur случаться – occurred случилось, произошло
1-б) Оканчивается на - l с предшествующим кратким гласным.
Конечная l удваивается независимо от того, падает ударение на последний слог, или нет.
Этот пункт относится к правилам британской орфографии, а по американской – удваивается, только если ударение падает на последний слог, т.е. как в пункте 1.
Реально, в романах и сценариях встречается и так, и этак, чаще не удваивается после безударной гласной.
signal ['sıgnl] сигнализировать – signalled ['sıgnld] (брит.); и signaled (амер.)
travel ['trævl] путешествовать – travelled ['trævld] (брит.); и traveled (амер.)
Примечание: после ударного гласного удваивается в любом случае (как в п. 1)
compel [kəm'pel] принуждать – compelled [kəm'peld]
Примечание: после долгого гласного или диграфа естественно не удваивается (из разряда – основной случай)
cool [ku:l] охлаждать – cooled ['ku:ld] охладил; охлажденный
2) Оканчивается -y с предшествующей согласной:
Заменяется y на i (гласная сохраняет свое чтение как [aı] - в ударном слоге и [ı] - в безударном)
marry ['mærı] жениться - married ['mærıd] женился; женатый
dry [draı] сушить - dried [draıd] сушил; высушенный
study ['stʌdı] изучать – studied ['stʌdıd] изучал; изученный
Примечание: если перед y стоит гласная, то y сохраняется:
play [pleı] играть - played [pleıd] играл; сыгранный
1) [ d ] – после звонких согласных (кроме [d]) и гласных звуков [b, g, v, ð, ʒ, dʒ, Z, G, m, n, ŋ, l, j, w, r + гласные]:
follow сопровождать - followed сопровождал; сопровождаемый
inform [ın'fɔ:m] сообщать - informed [ın'fɔ:md] сообщил; информированный
2) [ t ] – после глухих согласных (кроме [t]) звуков [p, k, f, θ, s, ʃ, h, tʃ]:
place [pleıs] помещать – placed [pleıst] поместил; помещенный
ask [ɑːsk] спрашивать – asked [ɑːskt] спросил; спрошенный
3) [ ıd ] – после звуков [d] и [t]:
invite [ın'vaıt] приглашать –invited [ın'vaıtıd] пригласил; приглашенный
end [end] заканчивать – ended ['endıd] закончил; законченный
Употребление -ed форм
Правильные глаголы образуют:
путем прибавления окончания –ed к инфинитиву (словарной форме). То есть у правильных глаголов ıı и ııı формы совпадают, а у неправильных – "Таблица неправильных глаголов"
II форму (прошедшее время; переводится прошедшим временем совершенного или несовершенного вида, напр.: читал, прочитал) и
III форму (причастие прошедшего времени или причастие ıı; от переходных глаголов переводится причастием страдательного залога прошедшего времени, напр.: прочитанный, спрошенный)
| Смотреть далее | 04.03.2016 | Отправить ссылку друзьям|
Начальная страница < Предудыщая страница 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 Следующая страница >
Англо-русский словарь онлайнПопулярные:
Synopsis of the films about artificial intelligence - Краткое содержание фильмов об искусственном интеллекте
The Russian Federation - Российская Федерация
Learn English 66 - Fears
Learn English 16 - Food - Еда
Топик Russian Cuisine - Русская кухня
Топик Government in Moscow - Правительство в Москве
Disney's Magic English - Hello
Will It Blend? - iPad