пятница, 8 апреля 2011 г.

The sailor on the land
Martin took his yachting cap off as vanity. He just has left his durable ship. Martin stayed there among other vicious and depraved people and thought about his future. He moved his salient big chin and held his hands behind as if they had been pinned together with handcuffs. He wanted to become wealthy, so what should he do? Become a paperhanger? Or chose another nefarious occupation? Firstly he should attempt to prowl into his vault, his lonely home. He bought a dark lantern and gum shoes on his last money and set off. 
Before the leaving 5 years ago he swath all the furniture in his pure house in a dust protectors and now he found all the things on their places. He hadn’t been there for 5 years! And what did he possess? His haul was rather scant: stickpin, crumpled roll of bills, some salve and exorbitant sense of pain in his abdomen. Martin uttered a squeaky groan with a contortion of his lineaments. What’s the matter with his throat? It seemed that he had a flu. He suffered from an inflammatory process in his ears too. But flu couldn’t afflict the sailor, he glanced at a windowsill where he stored his plunder and found an opened bottle of old rum. He snapped “Cheers” and drank three gulps. Martin hoisted his hand claw and took a rattlesnake from the shelf as if they are old pals. Then he ate a buckeye to prevent a steady pain and experienced a relief. A high humidity and a lack of moistures constrainedly hypnotized Martin and he got into his duds and left the vault. 

Essay inspired by “Makes the whole world kin” by O’Henry
Good day, ladies and gentlemen. Do you like the story? This is the first question that I'll tell you about. My answer is: so, so. Pros are that the story has a number of funny moments. Cons are about the thing, that the story is quite forced and has no attitude towards the real life. But it still could happen. Anyway I like the moment when the citizen said: “I can tell when a streak of humidity the size of a table-cloth starts from Florida on its way to New York…” due to his rheumatism. It's funny, isn't it? I think that the author wanted to tell us about “a connecting power of the mutual hardship”. I mean that whether you are friends or not, if you have some common problems, you would be filled with the sense of mutual solidarity. So, I suppose it's the idea of the story. It's also reflected in the title. But as for me, I would change it for “The connecting power of the mutual hardship”.

вторник, 5 апреля 2011 г.

Work book, page 71, writing


I'm a winner!
“Good, morning, my friends! This is “The cabman” radio on the air. And we begin our broadcast from an announcement of our happiest lottery winner! This week it's John Townsend from Glasgow! He won… Gosh!!! What!??? My god! FIFTY MILLION pounds!!! Can you believe? Let me check one more time… Yes it is true! John, you are a really lucky man!”
That was the very beginning of Mr. Townsend's day – a taxi driver from Glasgow. Today he has known about his great luck while driving his cab. The thing is that today's winner has never played before! And last month he bought this lottery ticket only because that its six numbers were his mother and father's birthday. First of all he stopped his cab. He couldn't still believe in it. A passenger hurried a newly-made millionaire but John asked him to take another cab. He couldn't drive anymore. He had to come to his senses.
“I'm a winner!” said ex-taxi driver and left his car. At first he had to find his old friend Martin. They have planned far ahead, that in the future they would go to Africa to feed the hungry children. They couldn't be slow in it. There too many little and thin hands are waiting for them in Africa…