БИЛЕТ № 1

Listen to the story about three men and answer the questions below.

1​ Where were three men spending their holidays?

2​ What floor did they live in a hotel?

3​ What sad story did Tom tell his friends?

Script

Three men were spending their holiday in New York. They were living in a hotel which had forty-five floors and their room was on the last floor.

Returning to the hotel late one night, they were told by the lift man: "I am very sorry, but the lifts in our hotel aren't running. They stop working at twelve o'clock. You must walk up to your room.”

"We are still young," one of the men said. "I suppose we can climb up to the forty-fifth floor." So the men took off their coats and put them in the coat-room. As they were walking past the tenth floor one of the men said, "I am becoming a little tired. I have an idea how lo make the climb easier. I shall tell happy or funny stories the next five floors then Bill will sing songs the next fifteen floors, and Tom will tell sad stories the last fifteen floors."

They continued climbing, and the first man told happy stories and jokes and the second sang happy songs. When they arrived at the thirtieth floor, the first man said: "Now, Tom, you can begin telling sad stories."

"Yes," Tom said, "I must tell you a very sad story. The key to our room is lying in my coat pocket, in the coat-room on the ground floor!"

Билет № 2

Listen to the story about Mr. Bell’s trick and answer the questions below.

1​ Where did the shopkeepers put their money on Friday evening?

2​ What happened to the night safe?

3​ Why did the shopkeepers put the money not into the night safe but into Mr. Bell’s box?

Script

It was Friday evening and shopkeepers in Grimsby came to the bank to put their money into the night safe. But later that evening the night safe disappeared and with it £4,000.

Every Friday evening the shopkeepers put the money they take during the week into the night safe. They don't want to leave it in their shops, but the bank closes early. The night safe is outside on the wall and the money they put into it goes into the bank. But on this Friday evening the people dropped them not into a night safe, but into a box that belonged to Mr. Michael Bell.

Mr. Bell, who makes radios and televisions, had the idea when he saw two men outside the bank one evening. When he came home from work, the two men, who were shopkeepers, were putting some money into the night safe. He made the box at home and painted it. When it was ready, he took it to the bank and hung it on the wall next to the night safe.

On the front of the night safe he painted the words: "Please use the new night safe. This one is out of order." Then he went round the corner and waited for the shopkeepers to arrive. He listened while they dropped their bags of money into the box. When it was full, he quickly took it down and went home with £4,000.

Mr. Bell is very clever and his idea was good, but not perfect. Now he has time to think of other ideas. He's in prison for stealing.

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Билет № 3

Listen to the story about an absent-minded writer and answer the questions below.

1​ Why did he begin writing in the train?

2​ Did the conductor believe that the writer had got a ticket somewhere in his pockets?

3​ Why was the writer looking for his ticket so persistently?

Script

A well-known author, who always insisted that a writer's success depended on his remembering facts and events, was once riding in a train. He did not like talking to people he didn't know, so he took paper and a pencil out of his bag and was soon busy writing a plan for his next book. He was interrupted by the conductor asking for his ticket, and he began looking for it in the pockets of his jacket and trousers, in his bag, even in his hat. But he failed to find the ticket anywhere, and he felt more uncomfortable every moment.

The conductor recognized the writer and waited patiently. At last he said, "I suppose you have put the ticket somewhere in your bag. Don't hurry. I'll come back for it when we get to the next station.”

But when they arrived at the next station, he writer was still looking for his ticket. When the conductor appeared, he looked up and began to defend himself. "I clearly remember buying a ticket," he insisted. "I simply can't imagine what has happened to it."

“Don't worry about it," the conductor repeated. "I suppose you have the ticket somewhere. I don't suppose a man in your position needs to save money by travelling without a ticket. Forget it."

"No, no!" the writer insisted. "There is a special reason why I can't forget it! The fact is, without the ticket I can't remember where I am going!"