
- •Too Full of Adventure to Be Briefly Described
- •A Connecticut Yankee
- •In King Arthur's Court
- •The lost worlds of 2001 Abyss
- •The Crystal Egg
- •Fellowship of the ring
- •Alice’s adventures in wonderland
- •How the leopard got nis spots
- •The pavilion on the links
- •Treasure island
- •Israel Hands
- •10. "Военная"тематика в поэзии и прозе.Антимилитаризм в поэзии у.Оуэна и романе и.Шоу"Молодые львы").
- •A horseman in the sky
- •Harlot' s house
- •Inside,above the din and fray,
- •The rime of the ancient mariner
- •Into that silent sea.
- •The skylight room
- •Sun and moon
- •The house of mapuHl
- •Father brown stories
- •Dandelion wine
- •The white monkey
- •Venture
- •15,Метафора-символ в тексте.( на материале отрывков из романа г.Мелвилла Моби Дик)
- •Moby dick
- •The waterfall
- •The Picture of Dorian Gray
- •Break,Break,Break
- •The locust tree in flower
- •Is gray-gold,a cloud
- •It is your loneliness
- •19.Деталь в прозаическом контексте.С.Хилл,256
- •The albatross
- •Crome Yellow
- •An Occurrence at Owl Creek Station
The locust tree in flower
William Carlos Williams
Among
of green
stiff
old
Bright
broken
branch
came
white
sweet
May again
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
1.What stylistic effect is created by placing each word of the poem into a separate line?
2.Write the poem into one line.What kind of sentence does it make? What is its rhythm?
3.There are no rhymes in the poem.Are there any other sound combinations?
4.What semantic contrast is in the centre of the poem?Which oppositions build this contrast?
5.Is the poem connected only with the blooming trees ,or is it more symbolic?
18.Деталь в поэтическом контексте разных эпох.
Д.Левертов"Одинокий человек".
Lonely Man Denise Levertov
An open world
within its mountain ruin
trees on the plain lifting
their heads,fine strokes
of grass stretching themselves to breathe
the last of the light
Where a man
riding horseback raises dust
Under the eucalyptus trees,a long way off,
the dust
Is gray-gold,a cloud
of pollen.A field
Of cosmea turns
all its many faces
of wide-open flowers west,to the light,
It is your loneliness
your energy
baffled in the stillness
gives an edge in the shadows-
the great sweep of mountain shadow,
shadows of ants and leaves
the stones in the road each with its shadow
and you with your long shadow
closing your book and standing up
To stretch,your long shadow-arms stretching back of you,baffled.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
1.Find metaphors describing trees and herbs.What kinds of metaphors are they?
2. Comment on the use of the verb to stretch in the first and the final lines(with reference to herbs and human shadow)
3.What is the progress of time between the first and the final lines?Does the time progress slowly or fast?
4.Is the only man really so lonely in the world created by the textual imagery?
19.Деталь в прозаическом контексте.С.Хилл,256
Susan Hill
The albatross
The central character is Duncan Pike, a retarded boy,whom his invalid mother keeps close by herself. Since early childhood Duncan has been obsessed with one idea - to be like other boys. They mock at him, calling him a fool. But one of the boys, Ted Flint, tries to help him. For Duncan Ted Flint is an ideal. In one of the episodes of the novel Ted Flint offered Duncan to go fishing with him, but Duncan got scared and ran away. In the episode under study Duncan watches Ted returning, then the two boys talk..
At first, there was nothing, as far as he could see on the heaving, steely water. A fine rain had started, blowing into his face from off the sea. He stood by one of the stakes, screwing his eyes up to look ahead. Then, out of nowhere, the boat appeared coming in fast towards the shore and pitching, like a train on a switchback. Ted Flint was standing up, his bright yellow oilskin like a beacon against the sky.
Down at the water's edge, Davey Ward stood, waving his arms up and down to guide the boat in. It would have been all right, Duncan thought, he's here, he has come back. It would. I could have gone. He wanted to cry, and he wanted to go and hi de in the alleys, out of sight of Ted Flint's eyes, the jeers of the other men. But he did not move, he stayed, looking on, needing to be by the sea.
The boat came in on the swell of a wave, and there was the scrape of the wood grazing to a halt on sand and shingle. Duncan saw the water streaming down off Ted Flint's oilskins. His bare hands were purple as plums, laying down the planks to guide the boat up. Someone shouted from the huts and he shouted back, but the words were lost on the wind. Duncan thought, they are friends, they help him, men shouting like that to one another, asking questions and answering, knowing the right things to say. I could have gone, they would have been shouting down to me.
He pictured the inside of the huts, and himself, standing there, and drinking tea and rum, his own red hands around the steaming mug, being one of the others. There was nothing else he wanted.
The cut from the trowel throbbed across his bare knuckles. It was raining harder, his mother would be wanting tea. He thought suddenly of how much he left her alone. But he would have changed that, some way, if he could, and she had never let him. "Mrs. Ward might come," he had told her, in the weeks after her accident, "Mrs. Napp sent this... Mrs. Carr asked... Old Beattie would push you out... Mrs. Ward might come..."
But she would have none of them. Send them away, don't answer the door, don't take it, no, no, we don't need them, we can manage. And she had taught him to manage, the house and caring for her, and then his job at the Big House, after he left school.
"Blood's thicker than water... We keep ourselves to ourselves in this town... You're not my son for nothing, Duncan Pike."
Besides, he was too young and simple, she said, if anyone came and sat with her in his place, what good would that do, where would he go? "I bore you, I bred you, you'd not have managed anything without me."
So he should go back .to her now. He wondered what things went on inside his mother's head, as she sat an day in her wheelchair, doing the white crochet. He did not know what comparison there might be with others, or with himself, and his own muddled thoughts and feelings, he mended a hammock or dug over the Big House garden, he did not know anything about any other people. He should go back now. There was a fine cobweb of raindrops over his jersey, clinging to the hairs on the surface of the wool.
"You're a case, Duncan Pike! Daft beggar!"
Ted Flint had come out of the hut again, and down the beach towards him.
"You!"
But he spoke mildly enough. "That's only a bit choppy,"he said now, looking at the sea, "Nothing to hurt you."
Duncan looked up, rubbing his fingers anxiously about on the wooden stake. Ted Flint's expression was strange to him, sharp and mocking, but at the same time friendly, genial, as though none of it mattered.
"You'd be all right on the boat, you'd do, give yourself half a chance. I'd shape you."
He said nothing.
"That's getting up, though." The sky was darkening. "Want a fish for your tea then, our Duncan?"
His eyes were wide open, glinting with amusement. Duncan felt wary, remembering. But it was Ted Flint. "It's not... I can't. No. Wednesday's fish day, we buy our fish on Wednesdays."
"Not buy. I asked you if you wanted a fish, not buy it. I'm giving you one, aren't I?"
He walked off, back into the hut, and came out again a moment later, standing on the step and holding out a package. "Hey up, then!" Duncan hesitated, then made his way very slowly across the shingle. In two of the other huts, he could see lights on, the shadows of the men, knew that they watched him.
"Herring that is, make you grow up a big lad." After a moment, Duncan took the parcel. The paper was wet already from the fish inside. "Come out and catch it yourself," Ted Flint said, "next time." .
Duncan turned. His limbs felt queerly heavy, and his head light, his ears singing. He had to make an effort to lift his feet up and put them down again, to get himself over the shingle. He carried the newspaper parcel just as Ted Flint had given it to him flat across his outstretched hands. Next time, he had said, come and catch it for yourself next time. Next time, next time, next time. .
When he reached the cottage and stood beside the unfinished wall in the drizzle, he remembered that he had not thanked Ted Flint for the fish.
the cut from the trowel – Duncan cut himself with a trowel mending the brick wall near his cottage.
you’re a case – you’re mad
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
1.Find details which depict : a)the sea;b) the return of the boat;c)Ted Flint;d)the present he gave to Duncan(fish);What spheres of sense perception are these details connected with?
2. Do these details help you to imagine the described events? Analyze the following phrases :hands..purple as plums, a fine cobweb of raindrops over his jersey;wet already from the fish inside;
3 .Define the narrative types :author's narrative,direct speech,represented speech,inner monologue.Is direct speech here always punctuated?In what cases is there no punctuation?
4. When the character's inner world is described,emotions are hardly given directly,but mostly through details.How can we characterize this method of presentation and point of view?
5. Do you share Mrs.Pike's point of view upon Duncan(she considers her son to be absolutely helpless and inadequate) or do you think like Ted Flint(You'll be all right)?Motivate your viewpoint with the help of the text.
6. Can the story be connected only with inadequate) people like Duncan Pike or it can be interpreted more richly? Which way?
Anthony Trollope
HE KNEW HE WAS RIGHT
The etxract introduces the final episode of the novel where the author links all the plot lines together and gives ideas about the possible development of each of them. Many of them are not reflected in the text including those connected with the central character (Hugh Stanbury).
We must now go back to Exeter and look after Mr. Brooke Burgess and Miss Dorothy Stanbury. It is rather hard upon readers that they should be thus hurried from the completion of hymeneals in Florence to the preparations for other hymeneals in Devonshire; but it is the nature of a complex story to be entangled with many weddings towards its close. In this little history there are, we fear, three or four more to come. We will not anticipate by alluding prematurely to Hugh Stanbury's treachery, or death,- or the possibility that he after all may turn out to be the real descendant of the true Lord Peterborough and the actual inheritor of the title and estate of Monkhams, nor will we speak of Nora's certain fortitude under either of these emergencies. But the instructed reader must be aware that Camilla French ought to have a husband found for her; that Colonel Osborne should be caught in some matrimonial trap, ~ as, how otherwise should he be fitly punished? -:- and that something should be at least attempted for Priscilla Stanbury, who from the first has been intended to be the real heroine of these pages. That Martha should marry Giles Hickbody, and Barty Burgess run away with Mrs. Mac Hugh, is of course evident to the meanest novel-expounding capacity; but the fate of Brooke Burgess and of Dorothy will require to be evolved with some delicacy and much detail.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
1.How is the author's irony revealed in the description of Hugh Stanbury's future? (through which particular words).
2.How should you understand the phrase the instructed reader? What are the features of such a reader?
3.Do you think Colonel Osborne will be "caught in some matrimonial trap"?Comment on the cases of irony with reference to this character.
4.Which of the offered plot lines impress you as doubtful and why?
Слияние речевых планов и форм речи
Truman Capote
MASTER MISERY
Sylvia,a young girl, is almost lost in her struggle for existence.Lonely and hungry,she opens her window to face the winter cold and becomes unconscious.She is saved by Oreilly,another lost soul,who happens upon her and becomes her only intimate friend.In her delirium,she imagines Mr.Revercomb whom she calls Master Misery. He is a mysterious and sinister character,who buys dreams from people,thus destroying their inner world.Sylvia and Oreilly also used to earn by collecting dreams.
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For two days following Oreilly's arrest Sylvia did not leave her room: sun on the window, then dark. By the third day she had run out of cigarettes, so she ventured as far as the corner delicatessen. She bought a package of cup-cakes, a can of sardines, a newspaper and cigarettes. In all this time she'd not eaten and it was a light, delicious, sharpening sensation; but the climb back up the stairs, the relief of c1osing the door, these so exhausted her she could not quite make the daybed. She slid down to the floor and did not move until it was day again, she thought afterwards that she'd have been there about twenty minutes. Turning on the radio as loud as it would go, she dragged a chair up to the window and opened the newspaper on her lap: Lana Davies, Russia rejects, Miners Conciliate; of all things this was saddest, that life goes on: if one leaves one's lover, life should stop for him, and if one disappears from the world, then the world should stop, too; and it never did. And that was the real reason for most people getting up in the morning: not because it would matter but because it wouldn't. But if Mr. Revercomb succeeded finally in collecting all the dreams out of every head, perhaps - the idea slipped, became entangled with radio and newspaper. Falling temperatures. A snowstorm moving across Colorado, across the West, falling upon all the small towns, yellowing every light, filling every footfall, falling now and here; but how quickly it had come, the snowstorm: the roof, the vacant lot, the distance deep in white and deepening, like sheep. She looked at the paper and she looked at the snow. But it must have been snowing all day. It could not have just started. There was no sound of traffic; in the swirling wastes of the vacant lot children circled a bonfire; a car, buried at the kerb, winked its headlights: help! help! silent, like the heart's distress. She crumbled a cupcake and sprinkled it on the windowsill: north-birds would come to keep her company. And she left the window open for them; snow-wind scattered flakes that dissolved on the floor like April-fool jewels. Present Life Can Be Beautiful: turn down that radio! The witch of the woods was tapping at her door: Yes, Mrs. Halloran, she said, and turned off the radio altogether.
Snow-quiet, sleep-silent, only the bonfire far-away songsinging of children; and the room was blue with cold, colder than the cold of fairy-tales: lie down my heart among the igloo flowers of snow.
Mr. Revercomb, why do you wait upon the threshold? Ah, do come inside, it is so cold out there.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
1.Some parts of the text are italicized.What speech form do these quotations represent?
2.There are cases of direct speech in the text,though they are not properly punctuated.Find them and define whose speech it is.What stylistic effect is achieved by the absence of punctuation?
3.Despite the variety of speech forms in the text, there is only one point of view.Whose is it and how is it revealed?
4.Find cases of alliteration,assonance,rhythmically organized patterns and comment on them. 5.Comment on the following stylistic devices:a car...winked his headlights;help!help!silent,like the heart's distress;lie down my heart among the igloo flowers of snow.
6.Sylvia does not say what would happen if Mr.Revercomb collected all the dreams out of every head.How would she have finished her sentence?
7.How is the progress of time marked in the text?How does the author create the impression of suspense and shows the long period of time needed to open the door?
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The Open Cage Ronald Hall
p.246
The novel is a "warning"for the mankind.It speaks of the necessity of a union of man and nature.
The storm enveloped Cornwall,darkening the Ram peninsula and the sea around it.The wind grew in strength and coldness.All sea birds vanished from sight in the hut.A mile off shore a man was hurled about in a yellow life-jacket.Alec and Jacob sipped tea as he drowned.
Too far away to shed light on the hut a man became a screaming torch of flesh and napalm.
Scarcely beyond the sound of his agony children played carelessly,and sang songs and were beyond time.Beyond the storm,in fierce sun,men were destroying or maiming men and women and children and animals and birds and insects and fish and forests.
Beyond the storm men danced sensitively with women at weddings and feasts.Beyond and within the storm there was not one particle of person,creature or stone,river or continent that was not changing.
And they were thinking of the flux of time,the ceaseless change;sharing an identical mood without speaking of it and without knowing
they shared infinitely more than a pot of tea and shelter.
y and much detail.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
1. While reading the first paragraph,did you think that ALec and Jacob were watching the man drowning while they sipped their tea,or these events were only taking place simultaneously? What is the reason for their contrast ?
2.In the second paragraph you see the image of a victim of military actions.How can this image be connected with the possible place of action - a hut at the sea coast in Cornwall?
3.In the first paragraph all the actions are expressed by the Present Indefinite forms(no Continuous,though it would be more natural to see:...were sipping tea as he drowned.Similarly,there could be cases of Past Perfect:...all sea birds had vanished,a man had become...a torch.(but there are again Indefinite forms).How can you explain such a levelling of temporal planes?
4.Why do you think the verbs destroy and maim are used in the Continuous?(pay attention to the change of meaning with the Indefinite tense).
5.What stylistic effect is achieved by the Continuous forms in the final paragraph?
6.Analyze how the definite articles are used in the text.(e.g.,with the nouns the hut and the storm)?What other nouns with the definite articles can be referred to the same semantic sphere? What about the personal and geographical names?
7.What other grammatical,lexical or stylistic phenomena do you find in the text
Употребление артиклей и введение новых предметов и явлений в повествование
ALDOUS HUXLEY