When he came home and didn't bring anything again, his mother got very angry

«What a misfortune it is to have such a silly son!* she said. • Why didn't you carry it carefully in your hands?* «1*11 do so another time*, answered Jim.

Jim was tired of his work for the farmer, so on Friday he went to a baker. The baker didn't give him anything for his work but a big cat. Jim took the cat very careful­ ly in his hands and started on his way home. But the cat didn't want to go with Jim at all. In a short time it scratched him so badly that he had to let it go. When he came home, his mother was terribly angry again.

•Oh, what shall I do with you, you silly boy! Why couldn't you tie the cat with a string and pull it after you?* she said. •I'll do so another time*, said Jim.

On Saturday, Jim went to a butcher, who gave him a leg of mutton for his day's work. Jim tied the leg of mutton with a string and pulled it after him along the dirty road. You can imagine how it looked when he came home. Of course nobody could eat it. This time his mother was very sad.

«Oh, dear, oh, dear!* she cried. «I am the most un­ happy woman in the world! My sun can't do anything Properly. You big silly, why didn't you carry the leg of mutton on your shoulder?*

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«Г11 do so another time*, answered Jim. On Monday, Jim worked for a miller and the miller gave him — a donkey! It was rather difficult for Jim to lift the donkey on to his shoulders. He tried very hard. At last the donkey was on his shoulders and Jim was greatly pleased. He started on his way home and walked very slowly because the donkey was heavy.

On his way he passed the house of a rich man, who had a beautiful daughter. This man was very unhappy. His only daughter could neither hear nor speak. And the young girl never laughed in her life. When her father asked the doctors' advice, all the doctors said:

•She will neither hear nor speak till somebody makes her laugh*.

Now it happened that the poor girl was at her window when Jim went slowly by with the donkey on his shoul­ ders. He looked so strange, and so funny that the girl burst out laughing. From that moment she could hear and speak. She asked Jim to stop at her window for a moment because she wanted to thank him. Jim complained of his life.

«I am very unhappy*, he said, •because I can't do anything properly*.

The girl listened to him, and was very sorry for him. The young people liked each other at first sight. And the father of the beautiful girl was so delighted that he decided to marry his daughter to Jim. Jim's wife was not only beautiful, she was very kind too. She asked Jim's mother to live together with them, and the old woman did not have to work so hard any more. Jim's wife was not only beautiful and kind, she was very clever too. She gave Jim good advice and he learned to do everything properly. They lived happily for many, many long years, and nobody called Jim lazy any more.

Вводный фонетический курс

PICKWICK PAPERS

(After Charles Dickens)

On a sunny morning of the thirteenth of May, one thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven Mr. Samuel Pickwick rose from his bed, opened the window and looked out at the world before him. Goswell Street was at his feet, Goswell Street was on his right, Goswell Street was on his left, Goswell Street lay in front of him. Mr. Pickwick was not happy to see only Goswell Street. He wanted to see life in other places surrounding the street.

Soon after breakfast Mr. Pickwick with a bag in his hand, a telescope and a note-book in his pocket was ready to meet adventures. He took a cab and went to * Golden Cross*, an inn where his friends were waiting for him. On the way there Mr. Pickwick began his studies of London life.

•How old is that horse, my friend?* asked he. • Forty-two*, answered the cabman. «What!» said Mr. Pickwick laying his hand upon the note-book. The cabman repeated the answer and Mr. Pickwick wrote it down in his note­ book. *And how long do you keep him out at a time?*. •Two or three weeks*, answered the cabman. «Weeks!* said Mr. Pickwick in surprise and he took out his note­ book again. •We seldom take him out of the cab», said the cabman. •He is old, not very strong, and always falls down when we take him out of it. So we tie him to the cab, the cab runs after him and pushes him*. Mr. Pickwick wrote down every word told by the cabman in his note-book. He wanted to use the information at a club meeting.

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