Не знаю то или не то ну вот Contents The Reader of Books Mr Wormwood, the Great Car Dealer The Hat and the Superglue The Ghost Arithmetic The Platinum-Blond Man Miss Honey The Trunchbull The Parents Throwing the Hammer Bruce Bogtrotter and the Cake Lavender The Weekly Test The First Miracle The Second Miracle Miss Honey’s Cottage Miss Honey’s Story The Names The Practice The Third Miracle A New HomeThe Reader of Books It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful. Some parents go further. They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves their child has qualities of genius. Well, there is nothing very wrong with all this. It’s the way of the world. It is only when the parents begin telling us about the brilliance of their own revolting offspring, that we start shouting, "Bring us a basin! We’re going to be sick!" School teachers suffer a good deal from having to listen to this sort of twaddle from proud parents, but they usually get their own back when the time comes to write the end-of-term reports. If I were a teacher I would cook up some real scorchers for the children of doting parents. "Your son Maximilian", I would write, "is a total wash- out. I hope you have a family business you can push him into when he leaves school because he sure as heck won’t get a job anywhere else." Or if I were feeling lyrical that day, I might write, "It is a curious truth that grasshoppers have their hearing-organs in the sides of the abdomen. Your daughter Vanessa, judging by what she’s learnt this term, has no hearing-organs at all." I might even delve deeper into natural history and say, "The periodical cicada spends six years as a grub underground, and no more than six days as a free creature of sunlight and air. Your son Wilfred has spent six years as a grub in this school and we are still waiting for him to emerge from the chrysalis." A particularly poisonous little girl might sting me into saying, "Fiona has the same glacial beauty as an iceberg, but unlike the iceberg she has absolutely nothing below the surface." I think I might enjoy writing end-of-term reports for the stinkers in my class. But enough of that. We have to get on. Occasionally one comes across parents who take the opposite line, who show no interest at all in their children, and these of course are far worse than the doting ones. Mr and Mrs Wormwood were two such parents. They had a son called Michael and a daughter called Matilda, and the parents looked upon Matilda in particular as nothing more than a scab. A scab is something you have to put up with until the time comes when you can pick it off and flick it away. Mr and Mrs Wormwood looked forward enormously to the time when they could pick their little daughter off and flick her away, preferably into the next county or even further than that. It is bad enough when parents treat ordinary children as though they were scabs and bunions, but it becomes somehow a lot worse when the child in question is extraordinary, and by that I mean sensitive and brilliant. Matilda was both of these things, but above all she was brilliant. Her mind was so nimble and she was so quick to learn that her ability should have been obvious even to the most half-witted of parents. But Mr and Mrs Wormwood were both so gormless and so wrapped up in their own silly little lives that they failed to notice anything unusual about their daughter.
Russia is a beautiful and truly great country that I can called my homeland because I was born and raised in Saint Petersburg. I love my country how can I not? Россия — это замечательная, по-настоящему великая страна, которую я имею полное право называть своей родиной, поскольку я родился и вырос в Санкт-Петербурге. Я очень люблю свою страну, да и разве можно ее не любить?
The most understanding and kind people live here, they are always there to help in case you have a problem. My parents and I travel abroad sometimes and I have never met anyone so responsive and kindhearted. Только здесь живут самые добрые и понимающие люди, которые всегда готовы прийти на окружающим в трудную минуту. Бывая с родителями за границей, я нигде не встречал такого по-настоящему душевного отношения и отзывчивости.
And of course, the nature is so beautiful in Russia. All these endless fields, coniferous forests, deep rivers, clear lakes, valleys and mountains that were depicted in various books. I especially love the Ural mountains. We went camping there with my parents when we visited my grandparents and went kayaking in the Chusovoy river. Еще, конечно же, в России потрясающая природа. Это бескрайние поля, густые хвойные леса, полноводные реки, чистые озера, равнины и горы, к описанию которых не раз обращались многие русские литературные деятели. Особенно моему сердцу близки Уральские горы. Туда мы не раз всей семьей ходили в поход, приезжая в гости к бабушке, а также сплавлялись на байдарках по реке Чусовой.
I like the fact that our country is so big and it feels like the whole life time is not enough to visit every corner of it. I’ve been to Moscow, Ekaterinburg, Rostov-on-Don and even in Noviy Urengoy and Russia is different everywhere. People who live in the South are very different from the people living in the North. Moscow and Saint Petersburg residents are totally different story. I think it’s the main secret and peculiarity of our country. Мне нравится, что наша страна очень большая и, кажется, целой жизни не хватит, чтобы объехать каждый ее уголок. Я был уже и в Москве, и в Екатеринбурге, и в Ростове-на-Дону, и даже в Новом Уренгое, и везде Россия такая разная. Люди, живущие на юге, сильно отличаются от людей, живущих на севере, а москвичи и петербуржцы — это, вообще, отдельная категория россиян. И в этом, как мне кажется, заключается одна из главных загадок и особенностей нашей страна.
I don’t just love Russia, I’m proud of it because a lot of famous scientists, researchers and artists were born here. For example, my favorite writer Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, people across the world are reading his book up till now. Я не просто люблю Россию, но еще и очень горжусь ей, ведь именно здесь родилось множество известных ученых, исследователей и деятелей искусства. В частности, мой самый любимый писатель Антон Павлович Чехов, произведения которого до сих пор люди с удовольствием читают во всем мире.
A lot of people I know are not happy with Russia and some of them even want to leave the country and find a better place. I understand them but I don’t support it. I think wherever you go your heart will always be connected to your home and your soul will always want to go back to your homeland. Многие мои знакомые ругают Россию, а некоторые даже хотят уехать из нее в поисках лучшей жизни. Я могу понять их стремление, но не разделяю его. Мне кажется, что куда бы ни уехал человек, сердцем он всегда будет привязан к дому, и душа его будет неизменно стремиться туда, где его родина.
Contents
The Reader of Books Mr Wormwood, the Great Car Dealer
The Hat and the Superglue
The Ghost Arithmetic The Platinum-Blond Man Miss Honey
The Trunchbull The Parents Throwing the Hammer
Bruce Bogtrotter and the Cake
Lavender The Weekly Test
The First Miracle The Second Miracle Miss Honey’s Cottage
Miss Honey’s Story
The Names The Practice
The Third Miracle A New HomeThe Reader of Books
It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.
Some parents go further. They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves their child has qualities of genius.
Well, there is nothing very wrong with all this. It’s the way of the world. It is only when the parents begin telling us about the brilliance of their own revolting offspring, that we start shouting, "Bring us a basin! We’re going to be sick!"
School teachers suffer a good deal from having to listen to this sort of twaddle from proud parents, but they usually get their
own back when the time comes to write the end-of-term reports. If I were a teacher I would cook up some real scorchers for the children of doting parents. "Your son Maximilian", I would write, "is a total wash- out. I hope you have a family business you can push him into when he leaves school because he sure as heck won’t get a job anywhere else." Or if I were feeling lyrical that day, I might write, "It is a curious truth that grasshoppers have their hearing-organs in the sides of the abdomen. Your daughter Vanessa, judging by what she’s learnt this term, has no hearing-organs at all."
I might even delve deeper into natural history and say, "The periodical cicada spends six years as a grub underground, and no more than six days as a free creature of
sunlight and air. Your son Wilfred has spent six years as a grub in this school and we are still waiting for him to emerge from the chrysalis." A particularly poisonous little girl might sting me into saying, "Fiona has the same glacial beauty as an iceberg, but unlike the iceberg she has absolutely nothing below the surface." I
think I might enjoy writing end-of-term reports for the stinkers in my class. But enough of that. We have to get on.
Occasionally one comes across parents who take the opposite line, who show no interest at all in their children, and these of course are far worse than the doting ones. Mr and Mrs Wormwood were two such parents. They had a son called Michael and a daughter called Matilda, and the parents
looked upon Matilda in particular as nothing more than a scab. A scab is something you have to put up with until the time comes when you can pick it off and flick it away. Mr and Mrs Wormwood looked forward enormously to the time when they could pick their little daughter off and flick her away, preferably into the next county or even further than that.
It is bad enough when parents treat ordinary children as though they were scabs and bunions, but it becomes somehow a lot worse when the child in question is extraordinary, and by that I mean sensitive and brilliant. Matilda was both of these things, but above all she was brilliant. Her mind was so nimble and she was so quick to learn that her ability should have been obvious even to the most half-witted of
parents. But Mr and Mrs Wormwood were both so gormless and so wrapped up in their own silly little lives that they failed to notice anything unusual about their daughter.
Russia is a beautiful and truly great country that I can called my homeland because I was born and raised in Saint Petersburg. I love my country how can I not? Россия — это замечательная, по-настоящему великая страна, которую я имею полное право называть своей родиной, поскольку я родился и вырос в Санкт-Петербурге. Я очень люблю свою страну, да и разве можно ее не любить?
The most understanding and kind people live here, they are always there to help in case you have a problem. My parents and I travel abroad sometimes and I have never met anyone so responsive and kindhearted. Только здесь живут самые добрые и понимающие люди, которые всегда готовы прийти на окружающим в трудную минуту. Бывая с родителями за границей, я нигде не встречал такого по-настоящему душевного отношения и отзывчивости.
And of course, the nature is so beautiful in Russia. All these endless fields, coniferous forests, deep rivers, clear lakes, valleys and mountains that were depicted in various books. I especially love the Ural mountains. We went camping there with my parents when we visited my grandparents and went kayaking in the Chusovoy river. Еще, конечно же, в России потрясающая природа. Это бескрайние поля, густые хвойные леса, полноводные реки, чистые озера, равнины и горы, к описанию которых не раз обращались многие русские литературные деятели. Особенно моему сердцу близки Уральские горы. Туда мы не раз всей семьей ходили в поход, приезжая в гости к бабушке, а также сплавлялись на байдарках по реке Чусовой.
I like the fact that our country is so big and it feels like the whole life time is not enough to visit every corner of it. I’ve been to Moscow, Ekaterinburg, Rostov-on-Don and even in Noviy Urengoy and Russia is different everywhere. People who live in the South are very different from the people living in the North. Moscow and Saint Petersburg residents are totally different story. I think it’s the main secret and peculiarity of our country. Мне нравится, что наша страна очень большая и, кажется, целой жизни не хватит, чтобы объехать каждый ее уголок. Я был уже и в Москве, и в Екатеринбурге, и в Ростове-на-Дону, и даже в Новом Уренгое, и везде Россия такая разная. Люди, живущие на юге, сильно отличаются от людей, живущих на севере, а москвичи и петербуржцы — это, вообще, отдельная категория россиян. И в этом, как мне кажется, заключается одна из главных загадок и особенностей нашей страна.
I don’t just love Russia, I’m proud of it because a lot of famous scientists, researchers and artists were born here. For example, my favorite writer Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, people across the world are reading his book up till now. Я не просто люблю Россию, но еще и очень горжусь ей, ведь именно здесь родилось множество известных ученых, исследователей и деятелей искусства. В частности, мой самый любимый писатель Антон Павлович Чехов, произведения которого до сих пор люди с удовольствием читают во всем мире.
A lot of people I know are not happy with Russia and some of them even want to leave the country and find a better place. I understand them but I don’t support it. I think wherever you go your heart will always be connected to your home and your soul will always want to go back to your homeland. Многие мои знакомые ругают Россию, а некоторые даже хотят уехать из нее в поисках лучшей жизни. Я могу понять их стремление, но не разделяю его. Мне кажется, что куда бы ни уехал человек, сердцем он всегда будет привязан к дому, и душа его будет неизменно стремиться туда, где его родина.
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