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• Джоан Роулинг
• Стефани Майер
• Уилбур Смит
• Брем Стокер

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• и др.

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The First Kiss

It was a beautiful starry night. They were walking down the silent street. The city was sleeping. They could hear only their own steps and voices. They were young. They were beautiful . They were in love. They seemed to be happy and they really were.

They were dating for about a week. She met him six days ago. He was handsome, strong and very smart. She fell in love from the first glance at his face. He looked like a man of her dream. She was happy and a little afraid of him. She was afraid of losing him. He seemed to be so perfect and so strong. He was self-confident and there was nothing in the whole world he could be afraid of. But she was an ordinary girl, nice but not very beautiful, slim but not very attractive. "Why has he chosen me?" - she asked herself.

He liked her. She was a pretty girl, a little naive, a little clumsy, sometimes - funny, sometimes - silly. But she loved him. He knew this. He was older and more experienced. He was a good pretender. He told her that he loved her, but his feelings were not strong. She was just a new sweet toy for him.

This night he had a special plan. It was a night of their fir st kiss. He wasn"t in a hurry - he had planned everything. And now he was ready He looked at her. She was telling about her favourite book. Her eyes were shining, her voice was trembling. He stopped. He turned to her. He took her both hands. He looked in her eyes. He whispered - "Come closer". She did. She closed her eyes. She felt his breathing. His lips were somewhere near here. They touched hers...

It was a sweet kiss. It was a long kiss. It was their first kiss.

It was the last kiss for him.

Five minutes later he was lying on the ground breathless.

Good bye, my sweet handsome boy, I loved you so much - said she, wiping off his tasty warm blood from her lips.

Black Vodka

(story for adults)

One man liked to drink vodka. He drank vodka every evening. His wife didn"t like it. She didn"t know how to make him quit it. She tried a lot of things, but he drank again and again. Nothing could stop it. But she didn"t want him to drink and was ready to do everything for this.

After a plenty of failures she went to a famous woman for help. This woman was some kind of sorcerer. The sorcerer asked what exactly this woman wanted from her husband.

I want him to stop drinking vodka. I want him to love me every night. And I want to have a baby.

I see. You should do three things, they can seem strange, but don"t mix anything. Your husband will change. Will you admit it? Do you really want him to change?

Yes, I do! I will love him if he is changed.

He can be VERY changed.

I"m sure he"ll be better without vodka, and he"ll be happy to love me and to have children.

All right. Let"s get started. To stop him to continue drinking you must make the evening vodka black - put black ink into it, you must put a fat cockroach into the bottle. And if you want him to love you much - add one drop of your blood inside.

The woman rushed home, she did everything as she had been told.

When the husband was back home, he was surprised to get vodka from his own wife. Without asking he drank it and didn"t feel anything strange.

After 10 minutes he was sleeping deeply. She went to sleep too, expecting a happy life ahead.

She was awaken at night. Somebody was above her breathing hard.

She switched on a night lamp to see her husband.

Then there was a loud scream and she fainted.

Her husband was really changed.

He was ...

A huge cockroach.

THE STUPID MORAL OF THIS STORY IS LET THE MEN DRINK.

A hamster

Once we bought a hamster.

When we bought him, the seller said: "This hamster has a wonderful habit. He knows where he lives. While you are alive he will find you anywhere. You are his new master. And never change his sleeping box - he won"t like it."

He was so nice creature. He was small and funny. I liked to play with him very much. I liked him. He liked me. He could find his cage from any part of our big house. It was amazing. And he liked to sleep in the little dark sleeping box. It looked like a little coffin.

I often took him in my arms. He was so cute and fragile.

Once he bit me a little. It was nothing. I was bleeding for a second, it was one tiny drop of blood.

I didn"t pay any attention to this.

Next day he bit me again. Harder. Then - again. It happened every day. He was beating everyone. We decided to go to a vet with him, with our ex-nice hamster.

The vet told us: "Don"t worry. I"ll watch him and give him medicine. Come tomorrow. Everything will be all right."

We came next day.

The veterinary station seemed to be empty. We went to the room where we left our pet yesterday.

There was a piece of paper with a note: "It"s strange. The hamster must be a vampire. Need to be careful."

Then we heard a noise ahead. We looked into the folding screen and we saw ... the vet. Dead. In the pool of blood.

In shock we rushed home. We closed all doors and windows. We were scared and didn"t know what to do.

We needed to be in a safe peaceful place.

Then I remembered: "While you are alive he will find you anywhere."

Ждите новых историй

Я хочу рассказать жуткую историю. Однажды ночью мне показалось что в моей комнате есть кто-то кроме меня. Я открыл глаза и увидел у окна тень. Она была очень высокая, худая и протягивала ко мне руки. Мне стало страшно и я закричал так громко как только мог. Я сидел на кровати и кричал. Вдруг в комнату вбежали мои родители. Они были очень напуганы. Папа включил свет, и я перестал кричать. Оказывается, днем мама принесла из зала в мою комнату огромную пальму в большом горшке и поставила ее за штору. Ночью была полная луна и мне показалось, что это женщина... Мне никогда не было так страшно как в ту ночь......

I would like to tell you a horrible story. One night it seemed to me that there was someone besides me in my room. I opened my eyes and saw a woman"s shade at the window . She was very tall, thin and she stretched out her arms to me. I was scared and I screamed so loud as I could. I was sitting on the bed and crying. Suddenly my parents ran into my room. They were very frightened. Dad turned on the light, and I stopped screaming. It turned out that in the afternoon, my mother brought a huge palm tree in a large pot from the hall into my room and she put it behind the curtains. That night there was full moon, and it seemed to me that it was a woman... I have never been so bad as that night......

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Cрочно нужен перевод этого текста!The symbol of England is a red rose, and English people are crazy about gardening. A lot of families have pets. English

football is famous, of course, but there is another national sport too, cricket. Scotland is very famous for its beautiful scenery and the lakes called lochs. An important symbol of Scotland is a special kind of material called tartan. Another symbol of Scotland is the thistle. Another symbol of Wales is a vegetable called the leek. People wear them on their coats on St. David’s Day, the Welsh national holiday. Welsh people are famous for their singing and their musical festivals. The most famous symbol of Ireland is shamrock. In Ireland you may see different shades and tones of green. The Irish are famous for their playing, singing and dancing. Everyone who was born in Britain is British. People from England are the English. They are Scottish or the Scots; the Welsh and the Irish. People from Scotland and Wales don’t like when they are called the English. Everyone in Britain speaks English. But in some parts of Scotland and Wales people speak different languages as well. The Welsh are especially proud of their language. Everyone in the UK speaks English but they all speak it differently.

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THE OTHER MAN/ By Jan Carew

I was a writer. I wrote books. I write now, but nobody knows. Nobody can see me now. Something strange has happened to me. I will tell you about it.

In January I wanted to write a very long book. So I left my home and I found a little room.

‘This is a good room for a writer,’ I thought. ‘I’ll write my book here.’

It was a little room, but I liked it. It was very quiet. I began to work on my book and I was happy.

Then things began to happen - strange things.

One day I was at my desk with my pen in my hand. Suddenly I thought, ‘I want a coffee and I haven’t got any. I’ll have to go to the shop.’

I put my pen on the table and went out.

When I came back, I looked for the pen. It wasn’t on the table. I looked on the floor, on my chair and then on the table again. It wasn’t there!

‘I don’t understand it,’ I thought.

That night another strange thing happened. I was in bed and the room was very quiet. Suddenly, I opened my eyes,

‘What was that?’ I wondered.

Then I heard a voice – a man’s voice.

‘Who’s there?’ I cried.

There was no answer and there was nobody in the room! I couldn’t understand it, and I was afraid.

‘What can I do?’ I thought. ‘What was that?’

After that, strange things happened every day. But I had to finish my book, so I stayed there.

The room was very small. There were not many things in it; only a bed, a table and a chair. And there was a mirror on the wall. It was a very old mirror and I liked it. And then, one day, I looked in the mirror and – I saw him! The other man! It wasn’t me. This man had a beard, but I didn’t!

I shut my eyes and looked again. This time, I saw my face in the mirror.

‘That didn’t happen,’ I thought, ‘I was wrong. There wasn’t another man.’

I went for a walk that day, and I didn’t work on my book. I didn’t want to be in the room. I didn’t want to see or hear strange things.

At night, I went home again. The room was very quiet. I looked in the mirror and saw my face. But I wasn’t happy. I went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep.

‘I’ll leave here tomorrow,’ I thought. And after that, I slept.

But then another strange thing happened. The other man stood by my bed and spoke to me.

‘You will never leave here,’ he said. ‘You will stay with me.’

And then I opened my eyes. I was very cold and afraid. ‘I’ll leave now,’ I thought. ‘I can’t stay here for one more minute.’

Quickly, I put my things in a case. I wanted to go – now. I couldn’t forget the man, so I was afraid. But afraid of what? I didn’t know.

When my clothes were in the case, I thought, ‘I’ll leave the room now.’

I looked round the room, and I also looked in the mirror again. And then I suddenly felt colder and more afraid. I couldn’t see the other man in the mirror. Why? Because he wasn’t there. But I couldn’t see my face in the mirror! There was no face. Why not?

I tried to shout, but no sound came. I had no voice.

And then I saw him. I saw the other man - the man with the beard. But he wasn’t in the mirror. He was at the table, with my pen in his hand. He wrote my book with my pen! I was angry and I tried to speak. But I couldn’t, because I had no voice.

The other man didn’t speak. He smiled and wrote.

Suddenly, there was a sound at the door, and I heard a friend’s voice.

Are you there?’ my friend called. ‘I want to see you.’

I was very happy then. ‘My friend will help me,’ I thought. But I couldn’t move. The other man went to the door and opened it.

‘Come in,’ he said to my friend. ‘Come and see my room. I’m writing my book.’

My friend came into the room, but he didn’t see me. He smiled at the other man.

My friend said, ‘Oh, you have a beard now!’

Again and again, I tried to speak but I couldn’t. My friend couldn’t see me; he couldn’t hear me. He only saw the other man.

That is my story. The other man has my room. And he also has my face and my voice. He will finish my book, too.

But the other man doesn’t know one thing. I can write - I can tell my story. And I’m telling it to you!

Другой

Я был писателем. Писал книги. Я и сейчас пишу, но никто об этом не знает и не видит меня. Однажды со мной случилось что-то странное, слушайте.

В январе я решил написать внушительную книгу, поэтому покинул дом и поселился в небольшой комнатке.

"Хорошее место для писателя" - я подумал. "Здесь я и напишу книгу".

Комнатка была миниатюрной, но симпатичной, очень тихой. Я приступил к работе и был весьма счастлив.

Затем начало происходить что-то странное. Однажды я сидел за столом с ручкой в ладони и решил попить кофе. "Кофе нет, придется идти в магазин..." - промелькнула мысль.

Оставив ручку на столе, я вышел, а когда вернулся, то пришлось искать ее - на столе ручки не было. Я осмотрел пол, кресло, снова взглянул на стол - пусто.

"Ничего не понимаю!" - опять промелькнула мысль.

Ночью снова случилось нечто странное. Я лежал в кровати, слушая тишину. Вдруг что-то заставило меня открыть глаза.

"Что такое?" - удивлению не было предела. Затем прозвучал мужской голос.

Кто там? - закричал я.

Ответа не было, комната казалась пустой. Ничего не понимая, я дрожал от страха.

"Что же делать? Что это?" - в голове пробегали мысли.

После этого странности начали происходить ежедневно, но книгу необходимо было дописывать, поэтому я остался в каморке.

В маленькой комнатке вещей было немного: кровать, стол да кресло. А еще имелось зеркало на стене. Оно было весьма древним. Однажды, когда я взглянул в него, то увидел силуэт. Там был другой человек, не я. У отражения была борода.

Я закрыл глаза и снова открыл их - на этот раз передо мной предстал мой обычный лик.

"Этого не было, нет. Это ошибка. Никакого другого человека в зеркале не было!" - оставалось лишь утешать себя.

В тот день я пошел на прогулку и не работал над книгой. В комнате сидеть не хотелось - слишком велик был страх снова увидеть или услышать странности.

Лишь ночью я вернулся. Комната встретила тишиной. Я взглянул в зеркало - там было отражение моего лица, но тревога осталась. Когда я прилег в кровать, то заснуть не мог.

"Завтра же уеду отсюда!" - пришла мысль. После этого навалился сон.

Но вновь произошло необъяснимое. Тот, другой человек, стоял у кровати, обращаясь ко мне.

Ты никуда отсюда не уйдешь. Ты останешься здесь. Навсегда.

Я открыл глаза, ощущая страх и холод. "Хватит. Сейчас же ухожу!" - пришло решение. "Ни минуты здесь не останусь".

Вещи были упакованы быстро - уйти очень хотелось. Образ мужчины не выходил из головы, а страх сковывал. Чего именно я боялся? Не знаю.

Когда вещи были собраны, я дал себе команду - ухожу.

Я оглядел каморку и вновь глянул в зеркало. Снова страх и холод проникли в душу. Нет, другого человека там не было. Но и моего отражения тоже не было видно!

Я попытался закричать, но безрезультатно - голос словно испарился. А затем я увидел его, другого мужчину с бородой. Только он был не в зеркале, а за столом, держа в ладони мою ручку. Ею он писал мою книгу! Я страшно обозлился и вновь попытался заговорить, но не мог.

Мужчина тоже не говорил, он лишь писал и улыбался. Вдруг за дверью раздался шум, и я услышал голос своего приятеля.

Ты там? Надо увидеться!

В душе забрезжил луч надежды. "Конечно, друг поможет!". Но я даже двигаться не мог! Тот, другой мужчина подошел к двери и распахнул ее.

Заходи, - обратился он к приятелю. - Заходи, посмотришь комнату, где я работаю над книгой.

Приятель шагнул внутрь, но меня не заметил. Он улыбнулся.

О, да у тебя теперь борода!

Снова и снова я пытался заговорить, но тщетно: друг не видел и не слышал, перед ним был лишь другой мужчина.

Такова моя история. В моей каморке теперь живет тот, другой. У него мое лицо и мой голос. И мою книгу теперь пишет он.

Но чужак не знает кое-что. Я могу написать свою историю. И вот она, перед вами!

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Немного словарного запаса для рассказа историй на английском.

Здравствуйте всем! Вы когда-нибудь пытались рассказывать какую-нибудь историю на английском? Ставлю на то, что да! Когда Вы просто разговариваете со своим другом например, конечно же Вы хотите рассказать ему о том, что случилось с Вами и что нового в Вашей жизни. Это вполне естественно, и мы делаем это каждый раз, когда говорим с людьми.

В этой статье я бы хотел рассказать Вам небольшую историю, просто выдумать что-нибудь для Вас. И потом мы вместе посмотрим на некоторые интересные моменты и фразы, которые я буду использовать.

История на английском языке.

Итак, вот эта история:

«Other day I went to the cinema. I had plenty of time till the next train home. So I made up my mind to watch that new movie by Quentin Tarantino which was called «Django Unchained». To be honest , I’m not a big fan of westerns, but I’m crazy about all the Tarantino’s movies! So I just couldn’t miss it! What’s more , I had so much free time that I could watch even two movies!

When I came to the cinema it turned out they didn’t have the tickets for «Django Unchained». I was really upset. But it was not a surprise, because the cinema was so crowed and it was the premiere, so all the tickets had been bought away very quickly. So the only thing I could do was just to seat and wait for my train. I went to the nearest fast foodand had a bite there.

For some reason I decided to come back to the cinema and ask them one more time about tickets for «Django Unchained». Believe it or not , but they said that they really had the last ticket! The point was somebody had just returned his ticket, because he couldn’t watch the movie in that time. I was so glad! So that day I managed to watch «Django Unchained»! The movie was great, I liked that! After it finished I came back to the Railway Station and went home!

I was lucky that day for sure !»

«На днях я ходил в кинотеатр. У меня была масса времени до следующего поезда домой. Так что я решил посмотреть новое кино от Квентина Тарантино, которое называлось «Джанго Освобожденный». Честно говоря, я не большой фанат вестернов, но я без ума от фильмов Тарантино! Так что я просто не мог пропустить этого! Более того, у меня было столько времени, что я мог посмотреть даже два фильма.

Когда я пришел в кинотеатр, оказалось, что у них нет билетов на «Джанго Освобожденный». Я был реально расстроен. Но это было не удивительно, потому что кинотеатр был наполнен людьми, и это была премьера, так что все билеты были раскуплены очень быстро. Таким образом, единственное, что я мог сделать было просто сидеть и ждать свой поезд. Я пошел в ближайший фаст фуд и перекусил.

По какой-то причине, я решил вернуться в кинотеатр и еще раз спросить их про билеты. Хотите верьте, хотите нет, но у них действительно был один билет! Дело в том, что кто-то только что вернул свой билет, потому что не мог пойти на тот сеанс! Я был очень рад! Таким образом, мне удалось посмотреть «Джанго Освобожденный» в тот день! Фильм отличный, мне понравился! После того, как он закончился, я вернулся на вокзал и поехал домой!

Несомненно, в тот день мне повезло!»

Разговорные фразы из текста.

Не смотря на то, что из перевода и так уже понятен смысл выделенных фраз, я все же приведу еще несколько примеров с ними ниже:

Первая фраза — «other day» . Это означает «совсем недавно, один или два дня назад, на днях». Например:

Other day I passed the exam.

(На днях я сдал экзамен)

Other day I went to the bank.

(Недавно я ходил в банк)

«Plenty of time» . Это означает «иметь много времени». И не только времени. Например:

I had plenty of time to do that.

(У меня была масса времени)

I had plenty of opportunities.

(У меня была масса возможностей)

I have plenty of books.

(У меня очень много книг)

«I made up my mind» . Это означает «Я решил».

to make up smb mind — решать, принимать решение.

I made up my mind to go to University.

(Я принял решение поехать в университет)

I made up my mind to stay home.

(Я решил остаться дома)

«To be honest». Фраза означает «Сказать по правде, честно говоря». Например:

To be honest, I don’t like you.

(Честно говоря, ты мне не нравишься)

To be honest, I don’t know where to go.

(Честно говоря, я не знаю куда идти)

«I’m crazy about».

«To be crazy about something» означает сходить с ума по чему-то, реально обожать.

I’m crazy about English.

(Я без ума от английского языка)

«What’s more». Фраза означает «более того, там более»:

What’s more, I like swimming!

(Более того, я люблю плавать!)

What’s more, he is our friend!

(Более того, он наш друг!)

«It turned out». Классная фраза, означает «Оказалось…»:

It turned out, we are lazy.

(Оказалось, что мы ленивые)

It turned out, he was wrong.

(Оказалось, он был не прав)

«had a bite».

«To have a bite» означает «перекусить». Простая и хорошая фраза:

Yesterday I had a bite at the cafe.

(Вчера я перекусил в кафе)

Let’s have a bite!

(Давай перекусим!)

«For some reason». Это означает «по какой-то причине, почему-то». Например:

For some reason, I’ve done it.

(По какой-то причине, я это сделал)

For some reason, I didn’t ask him about it.

(Почему-то, я не спросил его об этом)

For some reason, I don’t like this song.

(Мне почему-то не нравится эта песня)

«Believe it or not» — хотите верьте, хотите нет.

Believe it or not, but I know what I saw!

(Хотите верьте, хотите нет, но я знаю, что я видел!)»The point is…» — дел в том, что…

The point is I like you!

(Дело в том, что ты мне нравишься!)

The point is you should learn English hard!

(Дело в том, что тебе следует учить английский усердно)

«I managed to…». Классная фраза, означает «мне удалось, у меня получилось»:

I managed to visit that museum.

(Мне удалось посетить тот музей)

I managed to buy the best seats.

(У меня получилось купить лучшие места)

«For sure» — несомненно:

I like this game for sure.

(Несомненно, мне нравится эта игра)

For sure I’ll be there.

(Я несомненно там буду)

Вот так вот, друзья. Надеюсь, что Вы будете использовать эти фразы в своей и развивать свой английский.

Продолжайте и берегите себя!

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An Ugly Doll.

There was a boy named Peter. He had a sister who had a lot of dolls. Most her dolls were nice and beautiful but one of them was strange and ugly. The girl was frightened of this doll and was frightened even to throw it out. Peter decided to help his sister, he said:

Don"t worry, I"ll throw it out, relax, it"s just a silly doll, nothing more.

Ok, - said his little sister - but you must destroy it, burn it, please. I"m so scared of this doll.

He only laughed at her little sister.

What was said was done. But Peter didn"t want to spend his time on burning the doll, he just dropped it into the river and said good bye to it. He came home late and went to sleep at once.

At night he woke up. Somebody was breathing near him. Somebody was climbing up his sheet. He couldn"t see anything - it was a very dark starless night and he was terrified. Then he felt something wet on his legs. He moved to the very corner of the bed, hoping it was a nightmare. It wasn"t.

Some minutes passed and then he could recognize in that heavily breathing and slowly creeping thing the ugly doll which he had sent to a floating trip. Peter couldn"t speak or do anything. The doll now was not only ugly, it was the ugliest creature he had ever seen or could have even imagined something like that.

Hello, darling - said the Doll in a deep dry voice. - I don"t like good byes. You know, I wasn"t going to leave this family. I love this family. I want to be here and to live in this house forever. And now you will help me.

But... how... sorry... I was... I thought... - Peter tried to explain - You are just a doll... How can you... ?

Oh, shut up, just a boy. I"m not a doll now. Now I"m you.

And the doll tore off Peter"s legs and put them on. Then it tore off Peter"s arms and put them on. Then it tore Peter"s head off and put it on too. And the Doll turned into Peter. And Peter became the ugly doll.

When next day Peter"s sister saw the ugly doll on the same place on the shelf, she was so angry at Peter, she took the doll and dropped it into the fire in the fireplace. The doll wanted to cry but couldn"t. The doll was destroyed - her real brother was burnt, but she didn"t know about it.

Peter, why you didn"t burn that doll? - she asked Peter (the real Doll), when she saw him.

You should know, now I love dolls, my darling, but more than dolls I love you - said Peter in a strange dry voice.

Nobody saw that little girl anymore.

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