1. Read the following text and translate the word combinations given below each point of the outline. Retell the text following the points:


"You don't look your usual self this morning," said my wife at breakfast.

"No, I'm not feeling up. to much," I said. "I don't know what I've got, but I hardly slept a wink all night, and new I've got a splitting headache."

"Poor old thing," she said, feeling my forehead. "It feels as if you'd got a bit of temperature."


"Nonsense,. dear," I said, trying to be brave. "It's probabty •nathing more than a hang-over after last night's party. I j.ust ought not to drink gin, that's all. It's time I realized it doesn't agree with me."

At work, I felt ghastly all morning. My head was now throbbing violently and there were moments when it felt as if the whole office was going round. At eleven o'clock I took a couple of aspirins with my coffee, but they didn't seem to do any good. By lunchtime I had to admit that I was running a temperature: I felt hot and shivery at the same time.

I called my secretary in. "Look, Pam," I said, "I'm not feeling too well. I'm going to take the rest of the day off. You might as well do the same when you've finished the letters. Perhaps you would ring up Fraser and let him know."

"Yes, of course, Mr. Carter. You do look poorly. I hope you haven't caught this nasty 'flu' that's around."

Feeling rather sorry for myself, I put on my overcoat and wrapped a scarf round my neck."

When I got home I went straight to bed and my wife gave me a hot-water bottle. I certainly felt better lying down.

"I'll bring you some lunch in a minute," said my wife.

"No, thank you," I said. "I couldn't eat a thing. All I want is a glass of water. Then I think I'll sleep for a bit." .. "Don't you think I'd better call the doctor?" she said. "I shouldn't be surprised if you've got this 'flu', like Mrs. Higgins."

Mrs. Higgins was our daily help, and she'd been off work ftr the last few days.

Then I must have dozed off, for I woke up, sweating all over, to hear the doctor coming up the stairs. "Quite an epidemic of it." I heard him say to my wife. I sat up, feeling stiff and uncomfortable; my pyjamas were sticking to me.

"Now then," said the doctor, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Let's have a good look at you." He opened his bag and stuck a thermometer in my mouth. While he was waiting he took my pulse, then he took out the thermometer and looked at it. "Just over a hundred and two," he mumbled. He put a stethoscope to his ears and listened to my chest. "Now the throat. Say 'Ah'. Silence. Looks a bit sore. Does' it hurt when you swallow?".

"It's flu all right. The throat's nothing serious." He looked for his pen. "Lcok here, I'm going to keep you in bed for a day or two. Keep taking plenty of aspirin to bring your temperature down, and I'll give you some pills to help you to sleep at night. You should stay away from work for the rest of the week and take it easy. It's much better to shake it off in one go if you can. Otherwise, if you go back to work too soon,, it might drag on indefinitely."

For two days I was terribly weak. Whenever I had to get out of bed, I felt giddy and was glad to lie down again. Moreover, I couldn't face eating anything; all I wanted was lots of drink and plenty of sleep. I didn't even feel like reading.


Then, suddenly, I felt much better. My temperature was almost back to normal, my appetite came back, and I felt I wanted to do something useful. Now my wife had to struggle to keep me in bed. "You're not to overdo it," she said. "Flu takes it out of you more than you think." So I spent the time propped up with lots of pillows, catching up with my reading. In fact, it was now all rather pleasant, and I was very touched to receive a get-well card from Pam.

(From "Mozaika", No. 1, 1966)


1. In the morning I have a splitting headache and look poorly (you don't look your usual self; I'm not feeling up to much; I hardly slept a wink; I've got a splitting headache; I've got a bit of temperature; it's time I realized ...; it does not agree with me).

2. In the office I can hardly do any work and leave early (to feel ghastly all morning; to throb violently; to go round; to do no good; to run a temperature; to feel hot and shivery; to take the rest of the day off; "You might as well do the same, Pam"; to catch flu).

3. At home I go straight to bed and my wife calls a doctor (to go straight to bed; a hot-water bottle; I couldn't eat a thing; to doze off; to sweat all over).

4. The doctor examines me and says I have flu (to stick a thermometer in one's mouth; to take one's pulse; to listen to one's chest; "Your throat's a bit sore"; to keep smb'in bed for a day or two; to bring one's temperature down; to stay away from work; "Take it easy"; to shake it off in one go; to go back to work; to make a prescription; to feel rotten; "I'll drop in again"; to keep smb well-covered up).

5. I am much better on the third day (to get out of bed; to feel giddy; to feel like reading; to be back to normal; to come back; to be propped up with pillows; to catch up with one's reading; to receive a get-well card).

II. Read the text and retell it in the form of a story. Enlarge on the story making use of the words and word combinations from the previous text "Being HI";


Jim Is lying down on a settee by the sitting-room fire. He is not very ill but is very irritable.

Maggie: How are you feeling, Jim? Any better?

Jim: No, I'm afraid the cold's getting worse, Maggie. I think you'd better ring Aunt Emily and tell her we won't be able to make it tomorrow.

Maggie: I wonder how it is you always manage to be ill when it comes to visiting relatives.

Jim; That's quite unfair, Maggie. I haven't had a cold for ages.

Maggie: The last time you had one was when we were invited to Uncle Gilbert's. I remember quite well.

Jim: I really am feeling rotten. Have you bought me any lemons?

Maggie: No, I couldn't get any. But I brought you some grapes instead. Here you are, try some.


Jim: Mm ... The ones you bought last week were much sweeter. They were purple. You know I like those better.

Maggie: Well, I'll buy you some purple ones this afternoon. In the meantime you'll have to make do with those green ones. Or perhaps you'd like an orange instead?

Jim: I ate the last one while you were out.

Maggie: You don't seem to have lost your appetite, Jim. Oh, but look here. You haven't had any of your medicine today. You'd better take some right away.

Jim: I had a spoonful this morning and it doesn't seem to have done. me any good.

Maggie: Well, you'd better have another one now. It says one spoonful every three hours. Here you are. (She pours out a spoonful andhands it to him. He spills it.) Oh, dear, you've spilt it all over the pillow-case. Now I'll have to get you another one and I don't think the clean ones have come back from the laundry yet. What a trial you are, Jim.

Jim: Well, just stop fussing, Maggie. I'd be quite all right if I just had some peace. You go into the kitchen and get me some lunch.

Maggie: All right. Jim: (calls out) Maggie!

Maggie: What is it?

Jim: Did you bring any books from the library?

Maggie: Just some detective stories for myself. Here they are.

Jim: Oh, I've read that one and that one as well. You'd better just give me the newspaper.

Maggie: (Maggie hands him the newspaper.) Well, I'll be getting back to the kitchen now.

Jim: (calls out again) Maggie, Maggie!

Maggie: What is it this time?

Jim: Can you get me some more pillows from the bedroom? This one isn't really high enough. (Telephone rings.) Well, go and answer it and see who it is ... who is it, Maggie? If it's Dickson ask him to come round for a game of chess.

Maggie: No, it wasn't Dickson. It was Aunt Emily. She's just bought a television set and she wanted me to tell you they were televising the cup-final tomorrow afternoon. Of course, I said you had a bad cold and that you should really stay in bed...

Jim: What! Ring her up again right away and tell her I'm much better. In fact, I think I'll get up for lunch. I'm sure I'll be quite all right by tomorrow.

(From "Say it with us" by H. Andrews)

III. Read the text and write down the words and word combinations connected will; dentistry giving their Russian equivalents. Retell the text in brief;


There are certain humiliating moments in the lives of the greatest of men. It has been said that no man is a hero to his valet. To that


may be added that few men are heroes to themselves at the moment of visiting their dentist.

Hercule Poirot was morbidly conscious of that fact.

He was a man who was accustomed to have a good opinion of himself. He was Hercule Poirot, superior in most ways to other men. But in this moment he was unable to feel superior in any way whatever. His morale was down to zero. He was just that ordinary, craven figure, a man afraid of the dentist's chair.

Mr. Morley had finished washing his hands and was now speaking in his encouraging professional manner.

"Hardly as warm as it should be, is it, for the time of year?"

Gently he led the way to the appointed spot - to the chairl Deftly he played with its head rest, running it up and down.

Hercule Poirot took a deep breath, stepped up, sat down and relaxed his head to Mr. Morley's professional fiddlings.

"There," said Mr. Morley with hideous cheerfulness, "that quite comfortable? Sure?"

In sepulchral tones Poirot said that it was comfortable.

Mr. Morley swung his little table nearer, picked up his mirror, seized an instrument and prepared to get on with the job.

Hercule Poirot grasped the arms of the chair, shut his eyes and opened his mouth.

"Any special trouble?" Mr. Morley inquired.

Slightly indistinctly, owing to the difficulty of forming consonants while keeping the mouth open, Hercule Poirot was understood to say that there was no special trouble. This was, indeed, the twice yearly overhaul that his sense of order and neatness demanded. It was, of course, possible that there might be nothing to do... Mr. Morley might, perhaps, overlook that second the tooth from the back from which those twinges had come... He might - but it was unlikely - for Mr. Morley was a very good dentist.

Mr. Morley passed slowly from tooth to tooth, tapping and probing, murmuring little comments as he did so.

"That filling is wearing down a little - nothing serious, though. Gums are in pretty good condition, I'm glad to see." A pause at a suspect, a twist of the probe- no, on again, false alarm. He passed to the lower side. One, two - on to three? No. "The dog," Hercule Poirot thought in confused idiom, "has seen the rabbit!"

"A little trouble here. Not been giving you any pain? Hm, I'm surprised." The probe went on.

Finally Mr. Morley drew back, satisfied.

"Nothing very serious. Just a couple of fillings - and a trace of decay on that upper molar. We can get it all done, I think, this morning."

He turned on a switch and there was a hum. Mr. Morley unhooked the drill and fitted a needle to it with loving care.

"Guide me," he said briefly, and started the dread work.

It was not necessary for Poirot to avail himself of this permission, to raise a hand, to wince, or even to yell. At exactly the right moment,


Mr, Morley stopped the drill, gave the brief command "Rinse", applied a little dressing, selected a new needle and continued. The ordeal of the drill was terror rather than pain.

(A few minutes later.)

"Well, I think that seems all right. Just another rinse, please."

The rinse accomplished, Mr. Morley peered critically into his patient's mouth.

"Quite comfortable? Just close - very gently - You don't feel the filling at all? Open again, please. Now that seems quite all right."

The table swung back, 1h: chair swung round.

Hercule descended, a free man.

"Well, good-bye, Mr. Poirot. Not detected any criminals in my house, I hope?"

"Before I came up every one looked to me like a criminal! Now, perhaps, it will be different!"

"Ah, yes, a great deal of difference between before and after! All the same, we dentists aren't such devils now as we used to be! Shall I ring for the lift for you?"

"No, no, I will walk down."

"As you like - the lift is just by the stairs." .. Poirot went put. He heard the taps start to run as he closed the door .behind him.

(From "One, Two, Buckle my Shoe" by Agatha Christie)

Suggested Topics for Oral and Written Composition

(Make use of the words and word combinations included in Units One, Two, Three.)

1. A story or an episode connected with a visit to a doctor.

2. Your visit to a dentist or another specialist (a dialogue).

3. The first steps of a young specialist (a teacher, a doctor, etc) - his emotions, his successes and failures; his devotion to his profession.

4. A dialogue between two young specialists.

Read the poem and try your hand at translating it into Russian. Give a description of a winter day in prose Using some of the words from the poem;


By T. Hood (1799-1845)

Summer is gone on swallows' wings,
And Earth has buried all her flowers;
No more the lark, the linnet, sings,
But Silence sits in faded bowers,
There is a shadow on the plain
Of Winter ere he comes again -
There is in woods a solemn sound
Of hallowed warnings whispered round,


As Echo in her deep recess
For once had turned a prophetess.
Shuddering Autumn stops to list,
And breathes his fears in sudden sighs,
With clouded face, and hazel eyes
That quench themselves, and hide in mist.


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