A. When I came back they said the boy had refused to let anyone into the room. "You can't come in," he said. "You mustn't get what I have."
I went to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced,
looking at the foot of the bed. I took his temperature.
"What is it?"
"Something like a hundred," I said. It was one hundred and two and four tenths.
"It was a hundred and two," he said.
"Who said so?"
"The doctor."
"Your temperature is all right," I said. "It's nothing to worry about."
"I don't worry," he said, "but I can't keep from thinking."
"Don't think," I said. "Just take it easy."
"I'm taking it easy,” he said, and looked straight ahead. He was holding on to
himself about something.
I sat down and opened the Pirate Book. But I could see he was not following, so
I stopped.
"About what time do you think I'm going to die?” he asked.
"You aren't going to die. What's the matter with you?”
B. Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different coloured
sules with instructions for giving them.
Back in the room I wrote the boy's temperature down and made a note of the
time to give the various capsules.
"Do you want me to read to you?”
"If you want to," said the boy. His face was very white and there were dark
what was going on.
I read from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates; but I could see he was not follow-
ing what I was reading.
"How do you feel, Schatz?" I asked him.
"Just the same," he said but he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very
strangely.
"Why don't you try to go to sleep? I'll wake you up for the medicine."
"I'd rather stay awake."
A minute later he said to me, "You don't have to stay in here with me, Papa,
if it bothers you."
"It doesn't bother me."
"No, I mean you don't have to stay if it's going to bother you."
I thought perhaps he was a little lightheaded and after giving him the prescribed
capsules at eleven o'clock I went out for a few minutes.
C. "What's the matter, Schatz?”
"I've got a headache."
"You better go back to bed."
"No. I'm all right."
But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very
sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead
I knew he was running a temperature.
"You go to bed," I said, "you're sick."
When the doctor came he took the boy's temperature.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"One hundred and two."
"Oh, yes, I am. I heard him say a hundred and two.”
"People don't die with a temperature of one hundred and two. That's a silly way
to talk.”
"I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you can't live with forty-
four degrees. I've got a hundred and two.”
He had been waiting to die all day, since nine o'clock in the morning.
"You poor Schatz,” I said. "It's like miles and kilometers. You aren't going to
die. That's a different thermometer. On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal.
On this kind it's ninety-eight.”
"Oh,” he said and he relaxed slowly.
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Для меня Олимпийские игры - это нечто интересное и захватывающе. Мы с моей семьей часто проводим время, наблюдая за интересными событиями. Спорт, занимающий большое место в моей жизни, - основа для развития моих личностных качеств. Спортсмены преодолевают множество препятствий для достижения спортивных целей.
Я горд за свою страну и надеюсь, что наблюдающие за спортом люди обязательно посмотрят, хотя бы по телевизору, это интереснейшее мероприятие!
Мой день обычно начинается с пробежки. Я просыпаюсь на полчаса раньше, чем мне нужно было бы, если бы я утром не спешил на спортплощадку. Одеваю легкую курточку и кроссовки и выбегаю на улицу! Мчусь по стадионной дорожке, кручусь на турниках, хожу как воздушный акробат узкой трубой спортивного "лабиринта". А потом мчусь домой со всех ног! Надо еще успеть принять короткий душ, чтобы освежиться после физзарядки.
Затем я аккуратно надеваю школьную форму, быстренько причесываюсь. Пока я занимался зарядкой, мама с папой уже ушли на работу. Завтрак они оставляют мне в холодильнике. Я разогреваю его, завтракаю, завариваю себе кружку.
А потом меня ждет день школьных занятий. Школа моя находится недалеко от дома, я иду туда пешком. Учусь я хорошо, но без фанатизма, как говорят учителя. Ранее отец уговаривал меня учиться лучше, говорил, что я могу быть отличником. Но я не справился с таким большим и серьезным заданием. Теперь отец меня не агитирует стремиться к золотой медали.
Мой любимый урок в школе - физра. Сегодня его, увы, нет. Еще я люблю физику, химию, то есть науки о природе. Мне интереснее учиться не идеально, но активно заниматься внешкольным творчеством.
Мое хобби фотографии и завтра я пойду в фотосекцию в нашем местном Доме Культуры. Там мы будем учиться снимать на фотоаппараты и камеры, профессионально печатать фотографии, делать своими руками красивые рамки для фото.
Вечер я провожу дома, и играю за компютером, разговариваю с родителями за ужином. А потом ложусь спать!
My day usually begins with a run. I wake up half an hour earlier than I would need if I hadn’t hurried to the sports ground in the morning. I put on a light jacket and sneakers and run out into the street! I rush along the stadium track, spinning on the horizontal bars, walk like an air acrobat with a narrow tube of a sporty “maze”. And then rush home with all legs! You still have to take a short shower to refresh yourself after exercising.
Then I gently put on my school uniform, quickly comb my hair. While I was doing exercises, mom and dad had already gone to work. They leave breakfast in my fridge. I warm it up, have breakfast, make myself a mug.
And then I will have a school day. My school is not far from home, I go there on foot. I study well, but without fanaticism, as teachers say. Earlier, my father persuaded me to study better, saying that I could be an excellent student. But I did not cope with such a large and serious task. Now my father does not agitate to strive for a gold medal.
My favorite school lesson is fizra. Today, alas, it is not. I also love physics, chemistry, that is, the science of nature. It is more interesting for me to study not perfectly, but to be actively engaged in extracurricular creativity.
My hobby is photography and tomorrow I will go to a photo session at our local House of Culture. There we will learn to shoot with cameras and cameras, professionally print photos, make beautiful photo frames with your own hands.
I spend the evening at home and play on my computer, talk to my parents at dinner. And then I go to bed!