Listen to an extract from a book and read along. The audio file is right after the text. Listen carefully and write down the title of the text. Use a capital letter to start a sentence. Don't use a full stop. You will hear the title at the beginning of the recording. Philippe was standing by his cousin’s newspaper stall when he noticed the thief. Philippe knew he was a thief because his picture was in the newspapers. In fact, his picture was in every one of the newspapers that his cousin was selling at this very moment.

The square was bustling on this hot afternoon. Several stalls were selling cold drinks and snacks. People were sitting in the shade of the trees around the edge. Cooing pigeons strutted hopefully around the benches.

Buses with dusty windows were cruising around the square. They wove their way through the never-ending flow of traffic. Now and again, one stopped under the trees. Its engine hummed noisily as the doors hissed open. Blue-grey fumes rose into the air. Their oily smell mixed with the scent of roses that drifted from the flower seller’s stall. Waiting passengers pushed their way onto the bus while others left it and hurried away across the square.

Nobody was taking any notice of the thief but Philippe did not stop watching him.

He was difficult to recognize. He did not look exactly like his pictures because he was in disguise, but Philippe knew it was him. The police were looking for this man all over the city and now, here he was, just a few metres from the newspaper stand.​

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Яне поняла суть вопроса, но вот 11 глава на . michael had nearly cried. "nobody wants me," he said, and of course the lady in the evening-dress could not stand that. "i do," she said, "i so want a third child." "boy or girl? " asked michael, not too hopefully. "boy." then he had leapt into her arms. such a little thing for mr. and mrs. darling and nana to recall now, but not so little if that was to be michael's last night in the nursery. they go on with their recollections. "it was then that i rushed in like a tornado, wasn't it? " mr. darling would say, scorning himself; and indeed he had been like a tornado. perhaps there was some excuse for him. he, too, had been dressing for the party, and all had gone well with him until he came to his tie. it is an astounding thing to have to tell, but this man, though he knew about stocks and shares, had no real mastery of his tie. sometimes the thing yielded to him without a contest, but there were occasions when it would have been better for the house if he had swallowed his pride and used a made-up tie. this was such an occasion. he came rushing into the nursery with the crumpled little brute of a tie in his hand. "why, what is the matter, father dear? " "matter! " he yelled; he really yelled. "this tie, it will not tie." he became dangerously sarcastic. "not round my neck! round the bed-post! oh yes, twenty times have i made it up round the bed-post, but round my neck, no! oh dear no! begs to be excused! " he thought mrs. darling was not sufficiently impressed, and he went on sternly, "i warn you of this, mother, that unless this tie is round my neck we don't go out to dinner to-night, and if i don't go out to dinner to-night, i never go to the office again, and if i don't go to the office again, you and i starve, and our children will be flung into the streets." even then mrs. darling was placid. "let me try, dear," she said, and indeed that was what he had come to ask her to do, and with her nice cool hands she tied his tie for him, while the children stood around to see their fate decided. some men would have resented her being able to do it so easily, but mr. darling had far too fine a nature for that;