ответь на вопросы по тексту. 1. Who are the characters of the story?
2. Where and when did the events take place?
3. What was the room like?
4. Why did the American make everyone play at sitting still without telling them why?
5. During the dinner party what made cobra came out?
6. How did Mrs. Wynnes know that a cobra was in the room?
“The Dinner Party” by Mona Gardner.
The country is India. A colonial official and his wife are giving a large dinner party. The guests are army officers, and government attaches with their wives, and a visiting American naturalist. The dining room is spacious. It has a bare marble floor, open rafters, and wide glassdoors opening onto a veranda.*
A spirited discussion springs up between a young girl and a colonel. She insists that women have outgrown the jumping-on-a-chair-at-the-sight-of-a-mouse era, but the colonel says that they haven’t.
“A woman’s unfailing reaction in any crisis,” the colonel says, “is to scream”.
The American does not join in the argument but watches the other guests. As he looks, he sees a strange expression come over the face of the hostess. She is staring straight ahead, her muscles contracting slightly. With a slight gesture, she summons the native boy standing behind her chair and whispers to him. The boy’s eyes widen, and he quickly leaves the room.
Of the guests, none except the American notices this or sees the boy place a bowl of milk on the veranda just outside the open doors.
The American comes to with a start. In India, milk in a bowl means only one thing—bait for a snake. He realizes there must be a cobra in the room. He looks up at the rafters —the likeliest place —but they are bare. Three corners of the room are empty, and in the fourth the servants are waiting to serve the next course. There is only one place left —under the table.
His first impulse is to jump back and warn the others, but he knows the commotion would frighten the cobra into striking. He speaks quickly, the tone of his voice so arresting that it sobers everyone.
“I want to know just what control everyone at this table has. I will count to three hundred
— that’s five minutes —and not one of you is to move a muscle. Those who move will forfeit fifty rupees. Ready!”
The twenty people sit like stone images while he counts. He is saying “two hundred and eighty” when he sees the cobra. It emerges and crawls to the bowl of milk. Screams ring out as he jumps to slam the veranda doors safely shut.
“You were right, Colonel!” the host exclaims. “A man has just shown us an example of perfect control.”
“Just a minute,” the American says, turning to his hostess. “Mrs. Wynnes, how did you know the cobra was in the room?”
A faint smile lights up the woman’s face as she replies. “Because it was crawling across my foot.”
*During the time this story takes place, India was a British colony. The colonial official works for the British government in India. The government attachés work for another country’s embassy in India.
2. Will cross-cultural aspects of teaching a foreign language be explained at the next lecture?
3. Are the results of the TOEFL test still being discussed in my group?
4. Is the new Longman textbook catalogue much spoken about?
5. Was the message of the painting explained to the audience by I. Glazunov himself?
6. Is Spanish widely spoken in South America?
7. Are the tourists invited to a bus tour of Moscow?
8. Was Latin extensively studied at schools in the Middle Ages?
9. Is knowledge of literature fostered in the UK by schools, colleges and universities?
10. Was this play admirably performed at the Moscow Art Theatre?
Насколько я помню, меня всегда интересовали киты.Когда я был совсем маленьким, мой дед часто напевал песню, которая начиналась словами: "В Северном море жил Кит, широкий в кости и длинный." Далее в песне излагалось, как этот Кит был хозяином своего мира до тех пор, пока он не встретил чужака, большую блестящую серебряную рыбу, которая отказалась признать господство кита. Кит рассердился и ударил незнакомца хвостом. Это было роковой ошибкой, потому что странная торпеда (электрический скат) Мораль песни была: "не стоит быть хулиганом". Я никогда не воспринимал это буквально, я сочувствовал киту-жертве, как мне казалось, очень грязного трюка. С возрастом Кит стал символом величайших тайн, которые еще нам не раскрыты. Всякий раз, когда что-то выходило о китах, я читал, но единственное, что я понял из всего мною прочитанного - это то, что киты были обречены исчезнуть и нести свои секреты с собой.