V. Read the following sentences paying carefuJ attention to the words and word combinations in bold type. Suggest their Russian equivalents:

1. She wanted to get home quickly and change and be ready to break the news to Rosa. 2. The man looked out of the carriage window. The train was just coming into the station, where he had to change. 3. The man in seat 6 was a noisy fellow, and Poirot asked the girl in a low voice if she would like to change seats with him. 4. Luke nodded thoughtfully and changed the subject. "Did you know a small boy, Tommy Pierce?" "Of course I did. Always up to mischief." 5. Bridget said, "Will you just wait, Luke, while I change my shoes?" 6. "You can see for yourself how the old order is changing. These ladies travel unescorted, and work side by side with men." 7. Lucian moulded the mass of clay into the shape he wanted. The clay could be altered, remoulded and shaped until at last he had the model to his satisfaction. 8. I had lost all my family and it had not changed me into a different person. 9. After breakfast I changed into a shirt and breeches and went out to the stables. 10. Annette had taken it into her head at an early age to collect unset precious stones. She did not keep her whole collection exposed, but only a section from it which she altered from time to time. 11. "I have not in the past entertained a very high opinion of the modern young man, but you have caused me to alter it," Aunt Agatha said. 12. She looked at him (her nephew) critically. "You have certainly changed a lot since I saw you last, though you haven't got much more hair."

VI. Make up short dialogues using the following structural patterns:

a) to need/want doing; should have smth done; this ... of yours; to have the advantage of being (doing); I'd rather...

b) might have done; to have no intention of doing; I wish ...

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VII. Read the story and retell it following the outline given below. Make a list of the words and word combinations in the text which you could use to develop each point:

THE PENDULUM

After O'Henry

John was walking slowly home, because there are no surprises awaiting a man who has been married two years and lives in a flat. As he walked John Perkins thought of his home coming. Kate would meet hini at the door with a kiss. He would remove his coat, sit down upon the sofa and read the evening paper. For dinner there would be roast, salad and a bottle of beer. After dinner Kate would spread newspapers over the furniture to catch the pieces of plastering that fell when the fat man in the flat overhead began to do his physical exercises. Exactly at eight o'clock their neighbour across the hall would get out his flute and the evening routine of their house would be under way.

John Perkins knew that those things would happen and he knew that at a quarter past eight he would reach for his hat and his wife would say: "Now, where are you going, I'd like to know, John Perkins?" "Thought I'd drop in to McCloskey's," he would answer, "and play a game or two of pool with the fellows."

Of late such had been John Perkins's habit. At ten or eleven he would return. Sometimes Kate would be asleep, sometimes waiting up.

But today when John Perkins reached the door, no Kate was there with her affectionate kiss. The three rooms seemed in disorder, all about lay her things in confusion; shoes in the middle of the floor, curling tongs, hair bows, kimonos, powder box, jumbled together on the dresser and chairs. This was not Kate's way. Some unusual hurry and perturbation must have possessed her. And hanging to the lamp by a string was a folded paper, John seized it. It ran thus:

"Dear John,

I just had a telegram saying Mother is sick. I am going to take the 4.30 train. There is cold mutton in the ice-box and your good socks in the top drawer. I shall write tomorrow.

Hastily, Kate."

Never during their two years of married life had he and Kate been separated. John read the note over and over in a dumbfounded way. Here was the break in the routine that had never varied, and it left him dazed.

There on the back of a chair, pathetically empty and formless, was the red wrapper with black dots that she always wore while getting the meals. Her week-day clothes had been tossed here and there in her haste. A little paper bag of her favourite butterscotch lay with its strings yet unwound. Everything in the room spoke of a loss, of an essence gone, of its soul and life departed. John Perkins

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stood among the dead remains with a queer feeling of desolation in his heart.

He began to set the room tidy as well as he could. He had never thought what existence would be without Kate who had become so thoroughly necessary to his life that she was like the air he breathed - necessary, but scarcely noticed. Now, without warning she was gone, although it would be only for a few days, or at most a week or two, it seemed to him as if the very hand of death had pointed a finger at his secure and uneventful home.

John Perkins was not accustomed to analyzing his emotions. But as he sat in his Kate-bereft parlor he hit unerringly upon the keynote of his discomfort. He knew now that Kate was necessary to his happiness. His feeling for her, lulled into unconsciousness by the dull routine of every day life, had been sharply stirred by the loss of her presence.

John dragged the cold mutton from the ice-box, made coffee and sat down to a lonely meal. After eating he sat at a front window. He did not care to smoke. Outside, the city roared to him to come and join in its pleasures. The night was his. He might go forth unquestioned. But John Perkins sat on and thought. . "It's a shame the way I've been treating Kate. Off every night playing pool with the boys instead of staying home with her. I'm going to make it up to her and take her out and let her have some amusements. And from this minute I'll never go to McCloskey's again."

Near John Perkins stood a chair with Kate's blouse on it. John looked at the blouse and tears - yes, tears - came into his eyes. When she came back, things would be different. What was life without Kate?

The door opened. Kate walked in, carrying a little hand satchel. He stared at her stupidly.

"My! I'm glad to be back," said Kate. "Mother was very sick but she got much better after they telegraphed ... So I took the next train back. I'm dying for a cup of coffee."

Then John Perkins looked at the clock. Jt was a quarter past .eight. He searched for his hat and walked to the door.

"Now, where are you going, I'd like to know, John Perkins?" asked Kate.

"Thought I'd drop in to McCloskey's," said John, "and play a game or two with the fellows."

Outline

1. John Perkins is in no hurry to get home to the evening routine.

2. John Perkins comes home to find his ;wife gone, and their rooms in disorder.

3. John Perkins feels remorse and accuses himself of having neg-glected his wife.

4. Kate comes home and the routine returns to normal.

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