2 IV. Answer the questions:
1. What kind of family was Charles Dickens born in?
2. What was his first job?
3. How was he taken on the staff of a newspaper?
4. How did he become the most popular novelist?
5. What did he do after “Pickwick papers" were published?
6. What part does Dickens play in English literature?
7. Where was he buried?
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1. Artos and his family lived in one of the tribes in Britain.
2. His father looked worried because he knew, that one Saxon king was coming there with a great army.
3. The enemies of Artos and his tribe were Angles and Saxons.
4. Artos' tribe was going to leave their land forever.
5. Artos hated the Angles and the Saxons because they brought war to Britain and were slowly taking all of Britain.
6. At night Artos couldn't sleep, he was thinking about the horrible news of their enemies. While thinking he was playing with the main treasure of their tribe - his father's ring. Then Artos put the ring on his finger, fell asleep and had a very strange dream.

1. Артос и его семья жили на небольшой ферме в одном из племен Британии.
2. Отец выглядел обеспокоенно, потому что знал, что один саксонский король направлялся к ним с большим войском.
3.Враги Артоса и его племени - англы и саксы.
4. Племя Артоса собиралось навсегда покинуть родные места.
5. Артос ненавидел англов и саксов, потому что они принесли войну в Англию и медленно захватывали всю Британию.
6. Ночью Артос не мог спать, он думал об ужасной новости о надвигающихся врагах. Он играл с главным сокровищем своего племени - кольцом отца. Затем Артос надел кольцо на палец, заснул и увидел очень странный сон.

Bitard-man. Recently I started to like covering myself in stale feces and fapping. Almost every morning I walk around my neighborhood with a large black garbage bag and collect all the crap I see. It takes a whole day to get two bags full of shit. But it all pays off when I come home after a hard day, go to the bathroom, turn on the hot water and…mmm, pour all the crap into the bathtub. And then I masturbate, imagining that I’m being devoured by all the feces. All in all, I think, that poo has its own mind, each pile of shit has its own family, place, feelings, we shouldn’t just flush them down the toilet, we should take care of them, talk to them, pet them… And you know what, I had a wonderful dream while lying in the bathtub yesterday, I dived into the sea and it turned into shit, fish, seaweed, jellyfish, everything turned into poo, even the sky, Allah himself.