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Kl. IV

MATERIAŁY PRZYGOTOWAWCZE DLA KL. IV

Edycja wiosenna 2020

THE MYSTERY OF THE HOUSE

‘I can’t play with hens in the garden, and I can’t go to the forest,’ says Paul. ‘It’s boring today.’

Paul is a boy with dark hair, blue eyes and a nice smile.

He is on holiday at his grandparents’ house. Paul likes coming here every summer. But today he is bored. He looks out of the window. It is raining and it’s cold outside.

The house is old but very nice. It has a lot of rooms. Paul can go all over the house, but there is one room where he can’t go in. The door of the room is locked.

‘I’m bored,’ says Paul.

‘I can tell you a story,’ says his grandma.

‘OK,’ Paul answers.

‘So listen ….

Two children, Tom and his sister Milly come to their uncle Henry’s house for some time. They don’t want to stay there. But their parents move to a new house where there aren’t any beds.

When the children come to Uncle Henry’s gate, he opens the door. The man is old and he has got white hair and big eyebrows.

‘You’re late,’ he says. ‘Come in.’

‘Sorry,’ says Tom. ‘I‘m Tom. How do you do?’

The old man looks angry.

‘And I‘m Milly,‘ says Milly. ‘Your house is very big.‘

‘It is,’ says Uncle Henry. ‘You can explore, but there is one room where you can‘t go.‘

They walk along a corridor and see a living room with beautiful sofas, and pictures on the walls.

Then they come to a door.

‘This is the music room,’ says Uncle Henry. There is a sign on the door. It says ‘Do Not Enter‘.

‘In your house there is also one room where I can’t go,’ says Paul. ‘But there isn’t a sign on the door ‘Do Not Enter’.

Grandma smiles and says, ‘Keep listening.’

‘Why can‘t we go in there?‘ asks Milly. ‘I can play the piano, and I love music.‘

Uncle Henry shakes his head. ‘I can‘t tell you. But never open this door!‘

‘What a strange man,’ Tom says when they are in their bedroom. ‘Why can‘t we go into the music room?‘ (…)

Later, when they are having dinner in the dining room, Uncle Henry is very quiet.

Then he says, ‘There‘s a full moon tonight.‘

He gets up and looks out the window. ‘Lock your bedroom door,’ he says, ‘and don‘t open it.‘

And the children go to their bedroom.

‘I don‘t understand,’ Milly says to Tom. ‘Why does Uncle Henry look at the moon? Why can‘t we go into the music room? It‘s a mystery.’

Tom isn‘t listening. He‘s reading a book.

‘I want to explore,‘ Tom says suddenly.

‘We can‘t!‘ says Milly.

At midnight Milly wakes up. It’s dark in the bedroom and she can hear a noise.

‘Tom, Tom, get up!’ she says. ‘There’s a strange noise.’

Tom goes to the door and listens. ‘You‘re right,’ he says to Milly. ‘I can hear someone singing.’

‘Let’s see.‘ He opens the door.

‘No!‘ Milly says. ‘There‘s a full moon. We can‘t go out.‘

‘You can stay here, but I want to see who’s singing at midnight.‘

Tom opens the door and they run into the corridor.

‘Someone is singing in the music room,’ says Milly.

‘You‘re right,’ says Tom. ‘It‘s a man and he‘s singing a song about the sea.’

‘It’s beautiful,’ says Milly. ‘Is it Uncle Henry?’

Tom isn’t listening. He opens the door of the music room and goes in.

‘Don’t, Tom!’ says Milly. ‘We can‘t go into the music room!’

The music room is very big and Milly is afraid.

Tom turns on the light and the singing stops. In the room there’s a piano and there are lots of pictures on the wall. One picture is very big. There’s a ship and a man with long black hair and a black hat. He is a pirate.

The children look at the picture and they can see that the sea is moving.

Tom and Milly are afraid, but they can‘t move. The pirate looks at them and smiles. Suddenly he comes out of the picture and into the music room. The man is all white.

‘He’s a ghost,‘ shouts Milly. ‘Tom, let‘s go.‘ (…)

The pirate is near the door so they can‘t go.

‘Who’s in my music room?‘ the pirate shouts. ‘This is my room!‘

‘You‘re right,‘ says Tom. ‘This is your music room and we‘re going to bed.’

The pirate shakes his head. ‘Oh no you‘re not! Sit down. I‘m going to tell you my story.‘

‘My name is William Bones, but everyone calls me Billy,‘ says the pirate.

‘The ·year. is 1793. My men and I sail the seven seas in my ship’ The Pearl. We fight pirate ships and we sing songs about the sea. We are very happy because we have lots of treasure.’

‘Then one day I help an old woman and she paints a picture of my ship. “This picture’s magic,” she tells me. “Before you die, put it in a house near the sea. When you die and the moon is full, your ghost can sail your ship for one night.”

Then the old woman looks at me and she says, “Pirate Billy Bones, remember that the picture must be near the sea.‘”

‘Now it‘s 1850,’ Billy says. ‘When I‘m old, I die in my house by the sea. The old woman is right. When the moon is fuIl, my ghost can sail my ship for one night.‘

‘But then in 1910 someone brings the picture here to Manor Hall,’ the pirate says. ‘This house isn‘t near the sea, so I can’t sail my ship. When the moon is full, I sing songs about the sea, and the people in the house are afraid. They are afraid of the ghost. They put my picture in the music room and lock the door.‘

Suddenly the door of the music room opens.

Uncle Henry stands there. He looks at Billy Bones and then at Tom and Milly.

‘Oh dear,’ he says. ‘Now you know about the mystery!‘

‘Now I must tell you my story,’ says Uncle Henry.

‘The year is 1976. I buy this house from an old man. He tells me about the picture and the ghost in the music room. I‘m afraid of ghosts and I don‘t go into the music room. I lock the door.

Every month when there is a full moon, I hear a pirate singing songs about the sea,‘ says Uncle Henry. ‘I know that he is unhappy and I know that he wants to go back to the sea. But I‘m afraid and I can‘t help him.‘

‘I know!‘ says Tom. ‘Our new house is in a beautiful place near the sea,’ he says. ‘From my bedroom I can hear the seagulls and the waves. Come with us. We can put your picture in the breakfast room where you can see the sea.’

Uncle Henry begins to smile.

‘How wonderful,’ says Billy Bones.

‘l‘m happy that you want to go with Tom and Milly,‘ says Uncle Henry. ‘You can go, but you must be quiet. You must sing quietly in their new house.‘

‘All right,‘ says Billy Bones. ‘Are you afraid of ghosts now, Henry?’

Henry smiIes. ‘No, I‘m not, BiIly.’ (…)

The next day Milly and Tom’s mum comes. The children run out of the house.

‘Mum, we have something from Uncle Henry,‘ says Milly. ‘lt‘s for the new house.’

Mum Iooks at the picture. ‘A ship and a handsome pirate ... how lovely,‘ says Mum.

Tom and Milly say goodbye to Uncle Henry. They take the picture to their new house by the sea. Pirate Billy Bones stands on his ship and he looks at his new home. He can hear seagulls and he quietly sings a song about the sea.

One day when there is a full moon . . . his ship disappears.

‘This is the end of the story,’ says grandma.

‘Very exciting,’ Paul answers.

Suddenly the door of the room opens and grandpa stands there. ‘There’s a full moon tonight,’ he says.

Paul feels excited.

At midnight the boy wakes up. He can hear a noise from the kitchen. He opens the door and he can see …. a cat playing with mice.

Paul smiles and looks around. There is a big kitchen table, and on the table there is a key. Paul takes the key and goes to the locked room. He opens the door…. But there’s no pirate, no pictures, no singing. There’s just a huge mess.

‘Each house has its own mystery,’ thinks Paul and goes back to bed.

*** The end***

[Materiał własny; zawiera cytaty z The Mastery of Manor Hal; Jane Cammack,. Wyd. Oxford University Press (rozróżnione czcionką Calibri)]

Objaśnienia:

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mystery – tajemnica

I can’t play – nie mogę bawić się

with – z

hen – kura

forest – las

boring – nudne

It’s boring – jest nudno

bored – znudzony

smile – uśmiech

he likes coming – lubi przyjeżdżać

here – tutaj

bored – znudzony

look out of the window – wyglądać przez okno

It is raining – pada deszcz

outside – na zewnątrz

a lot of – dużo

all over the house – po całym domu

there is = there’s – jest, znajduje się

there are – są, znajdują się

locked – zamknięty na klucz

tell a story – opowiedzieć historyjkę

answer – odpowiedzieć

for some time – na pewien czas

they don’t want to … – nie chcą …

stay – przebywać

move to – przeprowadzać się do

gate – brama

eyebrows – brwi

you’re late – spóźniliście się

looks angry – wygląda na rozzłoszczonego

explore – zwiedzać, zgłębiać

sign – znak, szyld

Do not enter – zakaz wstępu, nie wchodzić

also – również

he shakes his head – on kręci głową

strange – dziwny

they are having dinner – oni jedzą obiad

full moon – pełnia księżyca

suddenly – nagle

at midnight – o północy

hear – słyszeć

let’s see – zobaczmy

she is afraid – ona boi się

turn on the light – włączyć światło

the singing stops – śpiewanie ustaje

lots of – mnóstwo

move – poruszać się

come out of – wyjść z

shout – krzyczeć

everyone – każdy, wszyscy

treasure – skarb

before you die – zanim umrzesz

remember – pamiętać

bring – przynieść

seagull – mewa

wave – fala

something – coś

handsome – przystojny

lovely – urocze

disappear – zniknąć

look around – rozglądać się

key – klucz

just – tylko, po prostu

huge – olbrzymi

mess – bałagan

each – każdy

own – własne

SENTENCJE W J. ANGIELSKIM DLA KL.IV

You will never win if you never begin – Nigdy nie wygrasz, jeśli nigdy nie zaczniesz.

Helen Rowland

The greatest gift is a passion for reading – Najwspanialszym darem jest pasja do czytania

Elizabeth Hardwick

A book is a dream that you hold in your hand – Książka jest marzeniem, które trzymasz w ręku.

Neil Gaiman

When you open a book, you open a new world – Kiedy otwierasz książkę, otwierasz nowy świat

G.L. Cromarty

Be better than you were yesterday – Bądź lepszy niż byłes wczoraj
Unknown

If you see someone without a smile give them one of yours – Jeśli widzisz kogoś bez uśmiechu, daj mu jeden ze swoich

Unknown

There is something beautiful in everyday. You just have to find it – Jest coś pięknego w codzienności, musisz to tylko odnaleźć.

Unknown

PIOSENKI DLA KL. IV

Podane linki odsyłają do nagrań wraz ze słowami piosenek oraz do ich tłumaczenia. Proszę zwrócić uwagę na to, że tłumaczenie na portalu tekstowo.pl jest amatorskie, więc mogą zdarzyć się pewne niedociągnięcia.

1. Hello Goodbye – The Popstar Band (Hits of The Beatles)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwZ4e0NgRN8

https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,the_beatles,hello_goodbye.html

2. John Lennon – Oh My Love

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nvpnjLVM6c

https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,john_lennon,oh_my_love.html

3. Beautiful Sunday – Daniel Boone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=631PLQd7y5s

https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,daniel_boone,beautiful_sunday.html

4. What a Wonderful World – Playing For Change

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RM1UF3qvL9g

https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,louis_armstrong,what_a_wonderful_world.html

MATERIAŁY PRZYGOTOWAWCZE DLA KL. V i VI

EDYCJA WIOSENNA 2020

TRY AGAIN

‘I give up!’ said Betty. ‘I can’t learn all the words. And grammar is horrible.’ I’ll never ever learn French.’

‘Calm down,’ said mum softly.

She sat near Betty, with a nice smile. ‘Many years ago, when I was at school I had some problems with maths. I thought the same: I’ll never ever learn maths. And you know what?’

‘What?’

‘My mum read me a book about a girl who wanted to learn skateboarding.’

‘Learning French is worse than skateboarding.’

‘Yes, I know. But skateboarding was also difficult for her,’ said mum. ‘Do you want to listen to the story?’

‘Yeah, it’s better than learning grammar,’ answered Betty.

Mum smiled again and said, ‘So listen…….

The book is about a girl called Hannah. She doesn’t like school very much, or getting up early. She is always late. Hannah is suddenly very interested in skateboarding because near her house there’s a new skatepark. She often goes there with her cousin Justin.

At first, Hannah hasn’t got a skateboard and she borrows it from Justin. But she isn’t good at skateboarding and she doesn’t want to fall off in front of everybody. So usually she watches the skateboarders. She admires one boy called Owen. He can do a lot of tricks. Hannah wants to jump and do tricks, too.

Then, she gets a skateboard for her birthday. She also gets a helmet from her older brother Evan.

‘Awesome!’ Hannah cries.

That weekend, Hannah takes her new skateboard to the skatepark with Justin. There aren’t many people there. Hannah is excited. (…)

‘ Maybe I can jump now,’ she thinks. She goes faster. Then she jumps – but she falls off her skateboard.

When Hannah is on the ground, somebody laughs.

‘Oh, no! They’re laughing at me! This is awful!’ she thinks. She gets up quickly.

‘I’m going,’ she tells Justin, and she leaves.

In fact, some young people are laughing at a funny picture on the phone, not at Hannah.

But she is far away now, and she doesn’t know about that.

‘No more skateboarding for me!’ she thinks.

The next day, Hannah goes alone to the skatepark. A lot of people are doing tricks. She watches Owen on his skateboard.

‘He’s awesome,’ Hannah thinks. ‘And I’m awful.’

She leaves the skatepark and walks home through the park. It is a beautiful sunny day. Hannah sits down on one of the park benches and closes her eyes.

When she opens her eyes again, she sees a young woman near her. She is sitting on the grass with her baby boy. The little boy is trying to stand.

‘Good boy, Michael,’ his mother says. ‘Stand up now. Yes, that’s right!’

Michael stands up slowly. He takes one little step and falls down.

‘Come on, now, Michael!’ his mother says. ‘Don’t cry. Try again.’

Michael stops crying (…) He takes his mother’s hand, and stands up again.

‘Good boy,’ his mother says.

Michael sits down suddenly. He laughs, and claps his hands happily.

It is a very important ‘life lesson’ for Hannah. She watches them for a while. Michael stands up and falls down, again and again. ‘He doesn’t stop falling. But it doesn’t matter,’ Hannah thinks. At the moment, she makes a very important decision.

Here, Betty’s mum stops telling the story for a moment.

‘Do you know, what decision Hannah makes?’ she asks.

‘Hmm, maybe she decides to practise more? Try again and again?’ says Betty.

‘Bingo!’ answers mum happily. And then she continues her story …

‘I need some more practice. But where can I go for that?’ Hannah thinks. (…) ‘The skatepark is no good. I want to do my practice alone.’

That evening she goes for a walk and discovers a car park in front of an office building. At half past five the car park is empty because everybody goes home. So she can do her practice here. First, she skateboards slowly. She skateboards most evenings, and soon she can go fast.

One evening she tries jumping. (…) Suddenly, she is on the ground.

A woman is going past on a bicycle. She sees Hannah on the ground, and smiles at her.

‘Bad luck,’ she calls. ‘Try again.’

So Hannah tries once more – and falls off her skateboard again. She laughs, gets up, and goes home.

Soon, she doesn’t fall off. At home one evening, her mother says, ‘You’re happy about something, honey! Tell me. What is it?’

‘Well …,’ Hannah begins, ‘don’t laugh.OK?’

‘OK.’

‘The practice is helping. I can do good skateboard jumps now. Uh … usually.’

‘That’s wonderful, honey!’

Just then, Evan comes in. (…)

‘Hey! How’s your new skateboard?’ he asks Hannah nicely.

‘Oh, it’s not bad,’ she answers, ‘and the helmet’s awesome, too. But I have a lot of bruises now. Look.’

Evan looks at the bruises all over her arms and legs.

‘Ouch!’ he says. ‘So do you skateboard at the skatepark now?’

‘No,’ Hannah answers. ‘There are always a lot of people there. But I want to go up the walls. I want to turn in the air, too.’

‘Well, I go past the skatepark every day when I go to work. There’s nobody there in the early morning,’ Evan says.

‘Evan! That’s an awesome idea!’ Hannah cries. ‘I can go there before school. Thanks.’

Next day, Hannah gets up at six o’clock. She skateboards for an hour before school.

’This is wonderful!’ her mother says a week later. ‘Hannah’s up early every morning these days. She’s never late for school now!’

‘At six o’clock! … every day! Horrible!’ cries Betty.

‘But it’s her choice to get up so early,’ says mum. ‘Keep listening ….

One Saturday afternoon, her cousin Justin calls her on the phone.

‘Hey, Hannah, are you coming tomorrow?’

‘Coming where? What’s tomorrow?’

‘It’s June 21^st – ‘Go Skateboarding Day’. People all around the world are skateboarding. I’m going to the skatepark with all my friends. Come with us.’

‘OK!’ Hannah says. ‘See you there.’

‘Don’t forget your skateboard,’ Justin says.

‘Justin, don’t be dumb,’ Hannah answers.

The next day she goes to the skatepark. She’s excited.

‘Can I do this?’ she thinks. ‘Hmmm. I don’t know. But I can try!’

At the skatepark, Hannah sees Justin with some friends. She goes over to them.

‘Hey, Hannah,’ Justin says. ‘Watch this. Owen’s doing a very tough trick.’ (…)

Everybody stops and watches.

Then, Owen does an easy trick, but this time he falls off his skateboard.

He walks past Hannah, smiles at her and says, ‘Everybody sometimes falls off.’

‘Sure,’ the girl answers. ‘How do you do that trick? I want to learn it.’

And Owen is glad to explain it to her.

Hannah is grateful to him and says, ‘I need some more practice with that, but thanks.’

‘You’re a real skateboarder now, Hannah,’ Justin tells her quietly after that.

Later, Hannah and Justin walk home through the park. Hannah sees baby Michael again. He is walking across the grass to his mother. This time he doesn’t take her hand, and he doesn’t fall down.

‘Hello,’ says Hannah. She smiles at him.

‘Can you do it again?’ says Michael’s mother.

The baby laughs and claps his hands. ‘Again!’ he says. And he stands up.

Justin and Hannah walk away.

‘Who’s that?’ Justin asks.

‘Now, a little baby,’ Hannah answers, ‘but maybe one day a really good skateboarder!’

Betty’s mum stopped telling the story here .

‘Nice story,’ said Betty, ‘and motivating. Maybe doing tricks on a skateboard is difficult and needs practice. But swotting grammar and long lists of words is really boring.’

Just then, Kate, her older sister came in.

‘What? … long lists of words? … who swots?’

‘Me! I have to learn a lot of words!’ answered Betty.

‘Yeah, but you shouldn’t learn words from lists.’

‘So how can I learn French?’ Betty asked.

‘From books. You should read books in French. First, very simple and easy. Then, more difficult. And it isn’t boring.’

Kate looked at Betty’s surprised face and smiled. ‘When I started to learn French, I read an exciting book translated into French. ‘Do you want to hear the story?’

‘Yeah, it’s better than learning grammar,’ answered Betty.

‘So listen …..

A girl called Kim and a boy called Dave were on holiday in Barcelona. They had the same Spanish teacher at school in their town. ‘If you want to speak Spanish’ their teacher said, ‘go to Spain!’(apart from reading books, of course J).

They were on this holiday with their friends from school. They went to school every morning and talked Spanish. Then, in the afternoons they went out by bus and saw something in Barcelona, for example important buildings and famous pictures.

Today, Kim and Dave were not with their friends. They wanted to see the city not only from a bus. Dave was interested in the little streets behind the markets.

The boy and the girl came to a narrow old street of tall houses. They found a little open place and sat down on the bench. Dave took a photo. It was very quiet.

Suddenly, there was a noise. A door of the house near them opened, and they saw a man in a black shirt and jeans. There was something scary about the man. He stood at the open door and looked back into the house. Then, the man ran across the street, came up to a rubbish bin and looked around. He put something into the bin. Then he ran away. Kim was a little scared but Dave was very curious. So he looked in the bin. There was a brown box. Dave took it out and opened it.

Kate looked at the clock on the wall and stopped telling the story.

‘I must go now,’ she said quickly. I don’t want to be late for my piano lesson.’

‘But… what was inside the box?’ asked Betty. ‘Please, tell me.’

‘Oh, you can read the book yourself and find out,’ answered Kate and ran out.

But she came back for a while and added, ‘the book is on my bookshelf, the first on the left, in the orange cover.’

‘Mum,’ said Betty, ‘can you wake me up a little earlier tomorrow? I must try again.’

*** The end ***

[Materiał własny; zawiera cytaty z The Skateboarder; C hristine Lindop. Wyd. Oxford University Press (rozróżnione czcionką Calibri)]

Objaśnienia:

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give up – poddać się, porzucić

horrible – okropne

Calm down – uspokój się

Softly – łagodnie

think – myśleć, sądzić

I thought – myślałam

suddenly – nagle

borrow from – pożyczyć od

admire – podziwiać

tricks – sztuczki

helmet – kask

awesome – fantastyczny, niesamowity

fall off – spaść

ground – ziemia

far away – daleko

through the park – przez park

grass – trawa

step – krok

fall down – upaść

he claps his hands – on klaszcze w ręce

important – ważne

make a decision – podjąć decyzję

decide – zdecydować

practise – ćwiczyć

discover – odkryć

bruise – siniak

cry (tutaj) – wykrzyknąć

choice – wybór

all around the world – na całym świecie

dumb – głupi

surprised face – zdziwiona mina

translated into – przetłumaczona na

apart from – oprócz

cover – okładka

SENTENCJE W J. ANGIELSKIM DLA KL. V i VI

You will never win if you never begin – Nigdy nie wygrasz, jeśli nigdy nie zaczniesz.

Helen Rowland

If you don’t like to read, you haven’t found the right book – Jeśli nie lubisz czytać, (to oznacza, że) nie znalazłeś właściwej książki.

J.K. Rowling

A book is a dream that you hold in your hand. – Książka jest marzeniem, które trzymasz w swojej dłoni (ręce )

Neil Gaiman

Good music doesn’t have an expiration date – Dobra muzyka nie ma daty utraty ważności.

Kushandwizdon

Be better than you were yesterday – Bądź lepszy niż byłeś wczoraj
Unknown

When you play, play hard; when you work, do not play at all – Kiedy się bawisz, baw się dobrze, kiedy pracujesz, nie baw się wcale

Theodore Roosevelt

Wealth is the slave of a wise man. The master of a fool – Bogactwo jest niewolnikiem mądrego człowieka. Panem głupca.

Seneka Młodszy

PIOSENKI DLA KL. V i VI

1. Beautiful Sunday – Daniel Boone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=631PLQd7y5s

https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,daniel_boone,beautiful_sunday.html

2. Viki Gabor – Superhero

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMZ6cEq7210

https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,viki_gabor,superhero.html

3. Avicii – Waiting For Love

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ncIVUXZla8

https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,avicii,waiting_for_love.html

4. John Lennon – Oh My Love

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nvpnjLVM6c

https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,john_lennon,oh_my_love.html

5. Shallow – Lady Gaga, Bradley Cooper

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPot3IZuJq8

https://www.groove.pl/lady-gaga-bradley-cooper/shallow/piosenka/940045

MATERIAŁY PRZYGOTOWAWCZE DLA KL. VII i VIII

EDYCJA WIOSENNA 2020

MEET A BOOKWORM

‘Hooray! … At last holiday! No more school rings, no alarm clock, no uniform, no maths. Wonderful! Just lying in the garden full of forget-me-nots, in the nice shade of an apple tree. With an interesting book in hand, of course.’

It was a beautiful, sunny day, the last day of school. Jane was walking slowly and lazily along a narrow street. She was looking down at the ground, lost in her pleasant thoughts. Suddenly, when the girl got to the corner of the street, she walked into somebody.

‘Sorry,’ she said, looking up. ‘Ooh! Annie?’

Jane was glad to see the girl with long red hair and green eyes. She had been her old friend since kindergarten.

‘I haven’t seen you for ages,’ Jane said happily.

‘Yes, we haven’t seen each other since I moved house,’ answered Annie.

‘But … you look really miserable,’ noticed Jane. ‘What happened?’

‘You know … we are going on holiday to Italy and …,’ started Annie

‘That’s fantastic!’ Jane interrupted her.

‘Yes, I don’t mind going to Italy, but there’s one problem …’

‘Look, there’s a nice café nearby. Why don’t we go there and chat?’ Jane interrupted again.

‘I’d love to,’ answered Annie eagerly.

So the girls ran there.

‘Do you fancy drinking hot chocolate?’ asked Jane, when they arrived at the café. She remembered that her friend had a sweet tooth.

‘Sure. And some ice cream,’ answered Annie and smiled for a moment.

‘I’ll take the same,’ said Jane and ordered the treats.

She looked at her friend’s sad face and added, ‘Cheer up! Summer holidays have just started!’

‘Yes, holidays have just started,’ repeated Annie. ‘But imagine the holidays with an English teacher!’

‘With an English teacher? What do you mean?’ Jane asked with surprise.

‘Yes, the teacher – Mrs Novel is my mum’s friend and she is going to Italy with us. To make matters worse, she is a great fan of reading and she thinks I should read more!’

‘And what?’ Jane asked, amused.

‘So she and my mum decided to make me read ten pages of a book a day! Can you imagine that?! And they are going to see to it!’ Annie continued with grief.

‘It’s difficult for me to feel your grief because I really like reading.’

But Annie seemed not to hear her friend. She suddenly stood up and started to imitate Mrs Novel. ‘Everyone should read books. Reading is very important. It broadens your vocabulary, inspires you, improves your skills, memory and concentration, helps you solve problems. Reading is good for your brain like exercise is good for your body.’

When she finished, loud clapping sounded in the corner of the café.

‘Clear and to the point!’ shouted somebody.

The girls turned around. It was a tall boy with a nice smile. Then he came up to the girls’ table.

‘I like your speech,’ he said. ‘I also enjoy reading.’

Jane laughed and Annie felt embarrassed.

‘May I join you for a moment?’ he asked.

‘Sure, go ahead’ both girls answered.

The boy sat down at their table and they started talking. His name was David and he arrived in the town to visit his grandparents.

‘As I said I am really keen on reading,’ he said.

‘Me too,’ Jane answered eagerly.

Annie didn’t know what to say. After a short while she added, ‘Some people don’t like reading.’

‘Yes, that’s true,’ agreed David. ‘But my mum says: If you don’t like reading, you haven’t found the right book In fact, it was said by J.K. Rowling.’

‘Who is J.K. Rowling?’ asked Annie. ‘Is she your teacher?’

‘No, she is a British writer,’ explained David with a smile. ‘She’s the author of Harry Potter novels.’

Annie said nothing. She felt embarrassed again.

They sat in silence for a while.

Then David asked, ‘Have you read anything interesting recently?’

‘Yeah,’ answered Jane. ‘I’ve just finished Dead Man’s Island. It’s a really gripping book.’

‘Sounds good,’ said the boy. ‘And I’ve just read A Tidy Ghost’.

‘Sounds funny,’ noticed Annie. ‘Is it a scary book?’

‘No, not really,’ answered David. ‘Do you want me to tell you the plot?’

‘Sure,’ said Annie,

‘We’re all ears,’ added Jane.

‘So listen ….

A young married couple: Marilyn and Rick live in a small rented flat and they want to buy a house. So they are looking for a right advert. They have been looking for something interesting for a long time. Finally, they find the advert for a suitable house on the new housing estate. It’s a modern detached house with gas central heating; with two bedrooms, a large living room, an excellent kitchen, and a small garden.

In fact, there are two adverts for the same house, but they are put by two different estate agents (from Norman &Naylor and Burchill & Bradley). So Marilyn calls one of the agents – Mrs Adams from Norman &Naylor to make an appointment to see the house.

‘Ah, yes,’ said Mrs Adams. ‘The owners of the house are both out at work all day. They’ve given us a set of keys. I can take you round the house at any time. Today, if you like.’ (…) at one o’clock. Will that be all right?’

‘That’s all right. We’ll see you then.’

Marilyn felt very excited. They had seen a lot of houses in the last few weeks, but she felt really interested in this one. She phoned Rick at work, and told him about the appointment. They agreed to meet outside Rick’s office at twenty to one.

Rick was waiting when Marilyn arrived at the office. He jumped into the car, and they drove to

Balmoral Avenue. They parked behind the blue Ford Mondeo. Mrs Adams got out, and came to meet them.

‘You know, it’s much nicer when the owners aren’t at home,’ she said. ‘Yоu can ask as many questions as you want.’

‘Yes,’ said Rick, ‘and you don’t have to agree when they tell you how nice the green and orange paint is.’

Mrs Adams laughed. ‘That’s true … now let me find the right keys. I’ve got so many sets of keys in my bag.’

Mrs Adams found the keys, and opened the door.(…)

‘It was built just over two years ago,’ said Mrs Adams, ‘and it has everything you’ll need… central heating, a modern kitchen, and it’s been decorated very well. The carpets were put in two years ago, and the cooker and fridge are included in the price.’ (…)

That evening Mrs Adams took them to see Mr and Mrs Barclay, the owners of the house. They were very nice people.

They were moving to a bigger house. Marilyn and Rick agreed to buy the house. Two months later it was theirs! They moved in during September. They spent a lot of time painting and decorating. The house didn’t really need decorating but they enjoyed doing it. The weekends were wonderful. (…)

The first of the little surprises came early in January.

Marilyn and Rick arrived home, as usual, just after six o’clock one Tuesday evening.

‘Rick,’ said Marilyn, ‘did you pick up the letters in the hall?’

‘No,’ he said, ‘you know I didn’t. You were just behind me.’

‘Well, that’s funny. Look, the post arrived after we’d left for work. It always does at this house. So, usually it’s lying on the doormat when we get home. Right?’

‘Yes,’ said Rick. ‘Why?’

‘The post isn’t on the floor now. It’s in a neat pile on the table, next to the telephone.’

Rick followed her into the hall. There were four or five letters in a pile on the hall table.

‘Maybe … maybe the post arrived earlier than usual today. Perhaps it arrived before we left for work. Maybe we picked it up, put it there, and forgot,’ he said.(…)

The next surprise was two weeks later. They had been out to dinner with friends on Wednesday evening, and they hadn’t woken up when the alarm clock rang. Rick woke up at twenty to nine. They both got dressed quickly and left home without breakfast.

They didn’t make the bed, and they left their nightclothes on the floor. They were usually very tidy people, but there wasn’t enough time. When they got home, Rick went upstairs first.

‘Marilyn,’ he said, ‘come up here.’

Marilyn walked into the bedroom. The bed was made.

Everything looked neat and tidy. She pulled back the bed covers. Rick’s pyjamas and her nightdress were folded neatly on the pillows.

‘I’m sure we didn’t make the bed,’ she said.

‘Did you come home at lunchtime?’ asked Rick.

‘No, of course not. I never do. There isn’t enough time.’

‘I didn’t come home either,’ he said. (…)

There were a few more surprises in the next few weeks. Once they found the letters on the hall table again. Another time the bathroom light was on. Rick was annoyed. He always worried about the electricity bills.

‘Did you leave the bathroom light on?’ he said angrily.

‘No,’ said Marilyn. (…)

Another time they were late for work, and they left their coffee cups on the table. When they got home, the coffee cups had been washed up, and were standing on the table.

Rick laughed. ‘Maybe there’s a ghost in the house,’ he said. ‘A very tidy ghost.’

‘Don’t be silly,’ she said, ‘it’s a new house, not an old castle. There’s no ghost.’

‘I wish I had such a hardworking ghost,’ interrupted Annie.

‘Suddenly there was a flash of lightning, and the noise of thunder,’ continued David. ‘It started raining. Marilyn looked out of the window.

‘Rick,’ she said, ‘there isn’t a ghost, is there?’

They both laughed then.

They didn’t laugh at the next surprise. They had been out to dinner, and they got home late. They were both tired. They went into the living room.

‘I’ll make some tea, Rick,’ said Marilyn. “You look in the newspaper and see what’s on television.’

She went into the kitchen.

‘Marilyn,’ called Rick, ‘where’s the newspaper? I can’t find it.’

She came back into the living room. ‘It was on the coffee table. I put it there this morning.’

‘It isn’t here now,’ said Rick.

They looked everywhere for the newspaper, but they couldn’t find it anywhere.

‘I’m tired of this,’ said Rick. ‘Let’s have a drink.’ (…)

Rick opened the cupboard, and there was the newspaper! It was folded neatly, and it was lying next to the bottle.

‘Why did you put it in here?’ he said.

‘I didn’t. I was reading it before we left for work, and I put it on the coffee table,’ said Marilyn.

‘I haven’t opened this cupboard for weeks,’ said Rick. ‘Anyway, neither of us would put the newspaper in here. What’s happening?’

Marilyn sat down. ‘Rick,’ she said, ‘you don’t think there is a ghost here, do you?’

‘What? A tidy ghost? I’ve never heard of a tidy ghost.’

‘Why not?’

Rick sat down too. ‘But it’s a new house.’

‘Maybe someone died here. Maybe one of the Barclays’ parents lived with them. Maybe they died here,’ said Marilyn.

‘Or maybe there were houses here before . . . before the High Trees Estate was built.’

‘I don’t know,’ said Marilyn. ‘Maybe we should ask Mr and Mrs Barclay. We’ve got their new address.’

‘We can’t,’ said Rick, ‘it sounds so silly. “Excuse me, Mr Barclay. Did you leave a ghost here? Did you forget to take it with your furniture?” I can’t ask them.’

‘Ha ha,’ laughed Jane and Annie. ‘Did you leave a ghost here with your furniture. That’s funny.’

David smiled and continued the story…

‘Well,’ said Marilyn, ‘I’m going to the library tomorrow lunchtime. I’m going to discover what was here before this house was built.’

The next day, at twelve thirty, Marilyn hurried to the Sandbourne Central Library. She went over to the man at the desk.

‘Excuse me,’ she said, ‘have you got any books about the history of Sandbourne … old maps, anything like that?’

‘Oh, yes,’ he said. ‘What do you want to know?’

‘I’m interested in the High Trees Estate area. I live there, and I’ve always been interested in history.’

‘Well, come over here, we’ll have a look.’

Marilyn followed the man to a shelf of books about the history of the area.

‘I’m very interested in old stories … ghost stories … things like that,’ she said.

‘Ghost stories?’ he said. ‘There won’t be many ghost stories about that area. It’s all new.’

‘Er … what was there before the housing estate?’ asked Marilyn.

‘Well, it used to be High Trees Farm. They knocked down the farm five, maybe six years ago.’

‘Have you got an old map?’ she asked.

‘Yes, I’ll find it for you,’ said the man.

When Rick came out of the office, Marilyn was waiting in the car. She opened the door.

‘Rick,’ she said, ‘I went to the library today.’

‘Why?’ he said. You don’t believe there really is a ghost, do you?’

‘I found an old map of the area,’ she said. There used to be a farm. The estate is built on an old farm.’

‘So?’ said Rick.

‘I looked at the map. (…) ‘Well, our house, number thirty-five, is right in the middle of the Avenue. Perhaps our house is just where the farmhouse used to be. I looked in another book. The farmhouse was built about two hundred years ago.’

‘That doesn’t mean there’s a ghost! There are thousands of old houses with no ghost stories. Anyway, I don’t believe in ghosts. And neither do you.’

‘Until today,’ said Marilyn. ‘Can you explain about the newspaper in the cupboard? The letters? The bed that was made? The clean coffee cups? The light in the bathroom?’

‘We’ve been very busy,’ said Rick. We’ve been busy at work, and we’ve been working hard in our free time on the house. We’re forgetting things, that’s all.’ (…)

They arrived home. Marilyn opened the door and turned on the light. There, on the hall table, was a neat pile of letters.

A week later there was another surprise, and this time they had a row. It was the worst row since they had got married. They got home, as usual, at six o’clock. Rick went into the living room. ‘Marilyn,’ he said, ‘what’s this?’

The ashtray, which was usually on the shelf near the radio, was on the coffee table. A cigarette end was in the ashtray.

‘Who’s been here?’ said Rick.

Marilyn picked up the ashtray. ‘Look, Rick,’ she said, ‘you told me that you had stopped smoking. You know that I don’t like smoking.’

‘It’s not mine,’ he said. ‘I haven’t had a cigarette for more than two years. Have you been home today?’

‘No, I haven’t,’ she said. ‘But somebody has. I’ve never smoked. You know that.’ (…)

‘I’m going out for a walk. Don’t come with me. I want to think.’

Marilyn walked along Balmoral Avenue. All the houses were the same. They had all been built two years before. She walked round the corner into Osborne Way. There was one older house at the end of Osborne Way. It had been there before the estate was built. An old man was working in the garden.

‘Good evening,’ said Marilyn. ‘Er … have you lived here for a long time?’

‘Oh, yes, my dear,’ he said. ‘I’ve been living here for thirty years.’

‘Do you remember the old farm … the one that used to be here before the estate was built?’

‘High Trees Farm? Of course I do. I used to work there.’

‘Who lived there?’ said Marilyn.

‘Why are you interested in High Trees Farm?’ he said. You’re from one of the new houses, aren’t you?’

‘Er, yes,’ said Marilyn. ‘I’m very interested in history … the history of this area.’

‘Well, the farm belonged to old Giles Varley. He lived there by himself – since his wife died, that is. He was a strange man. Nobody liked him very much. I didn’t. He used to be a very difficult boss, you see. Everything had to be in the right place. “Don’t put that on the shelf!” he used to say to me. “Put it in the cupboard!” And the house . . . I’ve never seen a place as clean and tidy as that house. His wife had always been a very tidy woman, and he wanted to keep the house the same. Yes, poor old Varley.’

‘What happened to him?’ said Marilyn. (…)

‘It was sad,’ he said, ‘very sad. They never found the murderer, either.’

‘The murderer?’ said Marilyn.

‘That’s right. He was murdered in the old farmhouse. A robber, that’s what the police thought. I found the body, you know.’

Marilyn felt suddenly cold. ‘Well, thank you. It’s been very interesting.’

‘Good night, then,’ said the old man.

Marilyn turned round and walked home very slowly.

When she got home, Rick was in the garden. They had bought a small tree at the weekend, and Rick was putting it in the front garden. He called to her.

‘Marilyn! Come here. Look at this!’

She walked over to him. There was a hole in the ground for the tree. There were a lot of old bricks in the hole.

‘So,’ he said, ‘there was a building here before they built this house. Do you think it was the old farmhouse?’

Marilyn felt cold. (…)

And Annie felt cold when David had stopped telling the story for a while and said, ‘Look at the table.’ She looked and saw that her empty ice cream cup wasn’t there. It disappeared.

‘Anything else?’ asked the waitress behind her. She held the empty cup in her hand.

A few days later, both Marilyn and Rick caught flu – continued David.

They felt terrible all weekend. On Monday neither of them felt well enough to go to work. They telephoned their offices, and decided to spend the day at home. It was a boring day. They both had headaches, and they spent the day in the living room. Rick watched videos, Marilyn read a book from the library, Ghosts of Sandbourne and East Wessex. At half past two Marilyn suddenly looked up.

‘What’s that?’ she said.

They heard voices outside the front door. Then they heard the sound of a key in the lock. Rick jumped up. ‘What …?’

They heard footsteps in the hall.

‘It’s a very nice hall.’ It was a man’s voice. Rick and Marilyn looked at each other. Then the living room door began to open. Marilyn took Rick’s hand. Two men and a woman walked into the room. They stopped in surprise.

‘What are you doing here?’ said Rick angrily.

‘Oh, I’m terribly sorry,’ said one of the men. ‘I thought you were out.’

He turned to the man and woman behind him. ‘Oh, this is Mr and Mrs Patterson.

They’re very interested in your house.’

‘And who are you?’ said Marilyn.

‘Oh, I’m sorry. Of course we haven’t met. I’m Michael Webb. From Burchill and Bradley. I’m very pleased to meet you, Mrs Barclay.’

‘I’m not Mrs Barclay’ said Marilyn. The Barclays moved months ago. Last September.’

Rick was laughing. ‘Ah! I understand! You’re the tidy ghost.’

Mr Webb looked worried. ‘The tidy ghost? I don’t understand …’

‘Yes, the tidy ghost,’ said Rick. He turned to Marilyn. The letters, the nightclothes, the newspaper …

Marilyn was laughing too. ‘… the cigarette, the coffee cups, the bathroom light,’ she said.

‘I’m sorry,’ said Mr Webb, ‘I really don’t understand.’

And I don’t understand – said Ann

‘Do you remember; the advert for the house was put by two agents’ explained David.

‘So keep listening….’

‘We bought the house from the Barclays. We bought it through Norman and Naylor … and you’re from Burchill and Bradley, the other estate agents!’ said Marilyn.

‘Oh, I see!’ said Mr Webb. The Barclays never told us that the house had been sold. I’ve been showing the house to people for six months. I am sorry. The Barclays gave us a set of keys, and told us to show people the house when they were at work.’

Marilyn smiled. ‘And you’ve been tidying the house for us, haven’t you?’ she said.

Mr Webb looked uncomfortable and embarrassed.

‘Er, yes,’ he said. ‘You see, I usually arrive before the people that want to see the house. So … I’ve been coming in and … er, tidying things.’

‘And the cigarette?’ said Marilyn.

‘Yes, I’m sorry about that. I brought a lady to see the house, Mrs Green. She wanted a cigarette while we were talking about the house. I forgot to throw it away. I remembered later in the evening. Didn’t you know that it was someone looking at the house?’

‘Well, no … we didn’t,’ said Marilyn.

‘Oh, dear,’ said Mr Webb. ‘I hope there wasn’t any trouble about it.’

‘I thought my husband had started smoking again,’ she said.(…)

‘I’m very, very sorry,’ he said.

Marilyn smiled. She looked at Mr and Mrs Patterson, who were looking embarrassed too.

‘It’s a pity,’ said Mrs Patterson. ‘It’s a lovely house, and it’s a lovely area.’

‘Yes, well, it’s my fault. I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time,’ said Mr Webb.

‘It isn’t your fault,’ Marilyn said. The Barclays didn’t tell you they had moved. Look, can I get you all a cup of tea?’

‘Yes, please take a seat,’ said Rick. ‘I know that Mr and Mrs Collins at number twenty-nine are trying to sell their house. It’s just the same as this one. Perhaps we’re going to be neighbours!’

Mr and Mrs Patterson sat down. Mr Patterson picked up Marilyn’s book which was lying on the coffee table.

‘Hmm,’ he said, ‘Ghosts of Sandbourne and East Wessex. I hope there aren’t any ghosts round here.’

‘Oh, no,’ said Marilyn, ‘there aren’t any ghosts round here. They’re all new houses.’

She went into the kitchen to make the tea. They had had a cup of tea and a sandwich an hour earlier, and she hadn’t washed up. There, on the kitchen table was the teapot, and a neat pile of plates and cups. She opened the teapot. It was clean!

‘But…’ she said. Then she heard a laugh behind her. It was Rick. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said, ‘it was me. I came out and washed up half an hour ago. Don’t you remember?’

‘Very funny,’ said Jane when David finished telling the story. ‘And you remember a lot of details.’

‘Yeah. As Annie said before: reading improves memory,’ he said. ‘And I read a lot.’

‘How many pages a day do you read?’ asked Annie.

‘Pages a day?’ David was surprised. ‘I don’t count pages. If a book is gripping I sometimes read the book for two or three days.’

‘Incredible,’ said Annie. She was really amazed.

‘Anyway, what about your book, Jane?’ asked David. ‘Could you tell us the plot?’

‘Sure, in short…. So listen…..

One of the main characters is a girl called Carol. At the beginning of the story, she is an ordinary teenager growing up happily in Hong Kong. She lives with her parents, goes to school, has lots of friends an likes pop music. Her favourite singer is Jake Rosso. Carol listens to his records all the time and she has hundreds of his photos on her bedroom wall.

One day Jake Rosso dies in a car accident. Then, even worse things happen: her beloved dad dies in a plane crash. Carol is very unhappy and starts getting into trouble so her mother takes her back to England. There, they find a job advert in a newspaper. It is for a temporary job as a secretary on a Scottish island. They go to the private island and Carol’s mum gets the job. She starts to work for James Ross, a rich businessman, and Carol helps in the garden. The mysterious businessman is a sad-looking young man with short hair, moustache and glasses. He never leaves the island and he doesn’t like visitors. Nobody can take a photo of him. Carol guesses that he hides something. James Ross reminds her of somebody, but she doesn’t know who. One day the girl discovers a half-hidden door in the house. Two nights later, Carol sees Mr Ross, he comes out of the locked room and hides the key. In the morning she takes the key and goes into the room. It is full of memorabilia. Carol realises who the businessman really is. She also finds out why he is on the island.’

Jane stopped telling the story.

‘Go on,’ said David. ‘Who is the man? Why is he on the island?’

‘Is he Carol’s dad?’ asked Annie.

‘No, he is a young man,’ answered Jane. ‘But I won’t tell you who he is. You can read the book and find out yourself.’

After a while, Jane stood up and added, ‘I must go now, before they close the library.’

‘I’ll go with you,’ said Annie.

‘Can we meet here tomorrow at the same time?’ asked David.

‘Great,’ answered the girls. ‘See you then.’

‘Maybe I’ll read something for tomorrow and tell you,’ said Annie.

‘At least ten pages,’ added Jane. And she smiled knowingly at Annie.

*** The end ***

[Materiał własny; zawiera cytaty z A Tidy Ghost, Peter Viney. Wyd. Oxford University Press (rozróżnione czcionką Calibri)]

Objaśnienia:

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bookworm – mól książkowy (osoba bardzo lubiąca czytać)

full of forget-me-nots – pełen niezapominajek

lost in thoughts – pogrążona w myślach

kindergarten – przedszkole

move house – przeprowadzić się

interrupt – przerwać

nearby – w pobliżu

I’d love to – z miłą chęcią, z przyjemnością

Do you fancy … – czy masz ochotę ….

arrive – przybyć (arrive at – przybyć do budynku, na dworzec arrive in – przybyć do państwa, miasta)

have a sweet tooth (idiom) – lubić słodycze

order – zamówić

treats – smakołyki

Cheer up – rozchmurz się

What do you mean? – co masz na myśli?

To make matters worse … – co gorsza …

amused – rozbawiona

make me read – skłonić / zmusić mnie do czytania

see to it – dopilnować tego

grief – żal, rozpacz

seem – wydawać się, sprawiać wrażenie

she seemed not to hear her – sprawiała wrażenie, że jej nie słyszy

imitate – naśladować

broaden – poszerzać, rozszerzać

improve – poprawiać, udoskonalać

clear and to the point – jasne i do rzeczy

turn around – odwrócić się

embarrassed – zakłopotana

join – dołączyć, przyłączyć się

go ahead – śmiało (jako zachęta do zrobienia czegoś)

As I said … – jak powiedziałem …

be keen on – przepadać za czymś, lubić coś

eagerly – z zapałem, z przejęciem, ochoczo

gripping – wciągająca, porywająca

sound – brzmieć, wydawać się

Do you want me to tell you … – czy chcesz / chcecie żebym opowiedział ci /wam …

plot – fabuła

We’re all ears – ‘zamieniamy się w słuch’

married couple – para małżeńska

rented flat – wynajęte mieszkanie

advert – ogłoszenie, reklama

suitable – odpowiednie

housing estate – osiedle mieszkaniowe

detached house – dom jednorodzinny, wolnostojący

in fact – właściwie, w rzeczywistości

which are put by – które są umieszczone przez

estate agent – pośrednik nieruchomości

appointment – umówione spotkanie (“appointment” to umówione spotkanie służbowe lub z urzędnikiem/ lekarzem, a nie spotkanie ze znajomym)

make an appointment – umówić spotkanie

owner – właściciel

take somebody round (around) – oprowadzać kogoś

as many… as – tak dużo jak

included – włączony, uwzględniony

pick up – podnosić

doormat – wycieraczka

neat – uporządkowany

pile – stos

make the bed – pościelić łóżko

bed cover – narzuta na łóżko

either – też nie

bills – rachunki

I wish I had – chciałabym mieć (żałuję, że nie mam)

flash of lightning – błyskawica

thunder – grzmot

folded – złożony

it used to be – kiedyś było (a teraz już nie)

knock down – zburzyć

neither – też nie

row – kłótnia

ashtray – popielniczka

belong to – należeć do

hole – dół, dziura

ground – ziemia, grunt

brick – cegła

disappear – zniknąć

catch flu – ‘złapać’ grypę (catch – caught)

hear – usłyszeć

keep listening – słuchaj dalej

bring – (tutaj) przyprowadzić (bring –brought)

a pity – szkoda

fault – wina

incredible – niewiarygodne

amazed – zdumiona

SENTENCJE W J. ANGIELSKIM DLA KL. VII i VIII

Reading good books is like a conversation with the greatest men of past times – Czytanie dobrych książek jest niczym rozmowa z najwspanialszymi ludźmi minionych czasów

Kartezjusz.

If you don’t like to read, you haven’t found the right book – Jeśli nie lubisz czytać, (to oznacza, że) nie znalazłeś właściwej książki.

J.K. Rowling

Be yourself; everyone else is already taken. – Bądź sobą; wszyscy inni są już zajęci.

Oscar Wilde

Use your smile to change the world but don’t let the world change your smile – Wykorzystuj swój uśmiech, żeby zmieniać świat, ale nie pozwól światu, żeby zmienił Twój uśmiech

Unknown

Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body – Czytanie jest dla umysłu tym, czym ćwiczenia dla ciała

Joseph Addison

We lose ourselves in books. We find ourselves there too – Zatracamy siebie w książkach. Również tam siebie odnajdujemy

Anonymous

When you’re happy, you enjoy the music. But, when you’re sad, you understand the lyrics – Kiedy jesteś szczęśliwy, delektujesz się muzyką. Ale kiedy jesteś się smutny, rozumiesz słowa (piosenek)

Frank Ocean

Good music doesn’t have an expiration date – Dobra muzyka nie ma daty utraty ważności.

Kushandwizdon

Wealth is the slave of a wise man. The master of a fool – Bogactwo jest niewolnikiem mądrego człowieka. Panem głupca.

Seneka Młodszy

When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us – Gdy jedne drzwi do szczęścia zamykają się, otwierają się inne; lecz często tak długo wpatrujemy się w te zamknięte drzwi, że nie zauważamy tych, które się dla nas otworzyły.

Helen Keller

When you play, play hard; when you work, do not play at all – Kiedy się bawisz, baw się dobrze, kiedy pracujesz, nie baw się wcale

Theodore Roosevelt

Progress begins with the belief that what is necessary is possible – Postęp zaczyna się od wiary, że to co jest potrzebne, jest możliwe.

Norman Cousins

Success is the sum of small efforts repeated day in and day out – Sukces jest sumą małych starań powtarzanych dzień w dzień (‘świątek piątek i niedziela’)

Robert Collier

PIOSENKI DLA KL. VII i VIII