Materiały przygotowawcze
MATERIAŁY PRZYGOTOWAWCZE DLA KL. IV
Na tym poziomie mogą wziąć udział również uczniowie z kl. III, którzy czują się na siłach, żeby wykonywać zadania konkursowe przeznaczone dla kl.IV
Edycja wiosenna 2021
Poniższe opowiadanie jest umieszczone w dwóch wersjach: w wersji z obrazkami oraz bez obrazków
HAPPY OR UNHAPPY?
Tom is ill and he is in bed. His mum is worried.
And Tom’s dog is worried too
The weather is beautiful outside. There are a lot of flowers, birds and butterflies in the garden.
The boy can’t play with his dog in the garden. And he can’t ride a bike.
Tom: ‘I’m bored and I’m unhappy.’
One day his mum gives Tom a present. It’s a nice book. The book is about a big man and some children.
Is the man good or bad? Is he happy or unhappy? Are the children happy or unhappy?
Mum sits at Tom’s bed and reads him the book. Listen:
∞ ∞ ∞
Mr Big is a giant. He lives in a very big house with a beautiful garden, but Mr Big isn’t happy.
The children in the town are scared of Mr Big.
Mr Big: ‘I don’t like children.’
Boy 1: ‘ The giant is coming! Run!’
One day Mr Big goes to visit his cousin.
Girl 1: ‘ Mr Big is going on holiday. Hurray!’
Boy 1: ‘Look! He’s got a suitcase.’
In spring it’s sunny. The children play in the street
.
Boy 2: ‘I don’t want to play in the street.’
Boy 1: ‘Let’s play in Mr Big’s garden! He isn’t here.’
Girl 2: ‘Good idea’
The children are happy in Mr Big’s garden. They like the trees, the flowers and the birds.
Boy 1: ‘ I can ride my bike here.’
Girl 1: ‘Let’s play football!’
In summer it’s very hot. The children swim in Mr Big’s lake.
Girl 2: ‘I’m wearing my new swimsuit.’
Girl 1: ‘And I’m wearing my new sunglasses.’
In autumn it’s very windy. The children fly kites in the garden.
Boy 2: ‘Look! The leaves are orange and yellow now.’
In winter it’s very cold. The children put on their hats and gloves.
Girl 1: ‘Here’s a scarf for the snowman.’
Girl 2: ‘It’s great!’
But one day Mr Big comes home. He is very angry.
Mr Big: ‘This is my garden! That’s my tree! You can’t play here!’
Boy 2: ‘ Oh no! Mr Big is here!’
Boy 1: ‘Run!’
Next spring it’s sunny. The children are sad. They want to play in the giant’s garden. They don’t want to play in the street.
Boy 2: ‘I want to climb the apple tree.’
It’s spring in the town, but in Mr Big’s garden it’s winter.
Mr Big: ‘Brrr! It’s cold! It’s snowing. I don’t understand!’
Mr Big sees the children in the street.
Mr Big: ‘Oh dear! The children are unhappy.’
Mr Big wants to talk to the children. He’s got an idea.
Mr Big: ‘I’m sorry. You can play in my garden. Tell your friends to come and play’
Now it’s spring in the giant’s garden again and the unhappy giant is a happy giant.
∞ ∞ ∞
Mum finishes to read the book.
Tom: ‘I like the story. I don’t want to play or ride a bike. I want to read books.
And now I’m not bored.’
******
[Materiał własny; zawiera fragmenty The Unhappy Giant, Cheryl Palin; wyd. Macmillan. (rozróżnione czcionką Calibri)].
Objaśnienia:
Zaleca się posłuchać wymowy nowych słów np. korzystając ze słownika https://www.diki.pl/
ill – chory Let’s play – pobawmy się
worried – zmartwiona, zmartwiony here – tutaj
Tom’s dog – pies Toma idea – pomysł
the weather – pogoda summer – lato
outside – na zewnątrz swim – pływać
a lot of flowers – dużo kwiatów hot – gorąco
he can’t – on nie może (też: nie umie) lake – jezioro
play – bawić się, grać wear – nosić na sobie, być ubranym w coś
ride a bike – jeździć na rowerze I’m wearing – mam na sobie
garden – ogród sunglasses – okulary przeciwsłoneczne
bored – znudzony autumn – jesień
unhappy – nieszczęśliwy, niezadowolony windy – wietrznie
one day – pewnego dnia fly kites – puszczać latawce
give – dawać; mum gives – mama daje leaves – liście (leaf – liść)
man – mężczyzna, człowiek winter – zima
some – kilkoro (trochę) cold – zimno
read – czytać; she reads – ona czyta put on – zakładać
giant – olbrzym hat – czapka (kapelusz)
live – mieszkać; he lives – on mieszka gloves – rękawiczki
town – miasto, miasteczko scarf – szalik
children are scared of – dzieci boją się apple tree – jabłoń
come – przychodzić, przybywać it’s snowing – pada śnieg
he is coming – on nadchodzi I don’t understand – nie rozumiem
visit – odwiedzić see – widzieć
he goes to visit – on jedzie odwiedzić talk – rozmawiać
on holiday –na wakacje tell – powiedzieć
suitcase – walizka again – znowu
spring – wiosna finish – kończyć
street – ulica
I don’t want – nie chcę
I don’t want to play – nie chcę się bawić
Wersja powyżej zamieszczonego opowiadania – bez obrazków
HAPPY OR UNHAPPY?
Tom is ill and he is in bed. His mum is worried.
And Tom’s dog is worried, too.
The weather is beautiful outside. There are a lot of flowers, birds and butterflies in the garden.
The boy can’t play in the garden. And he can’t ride a bike.
Tom: ‘I’m bored and I’m unhappy.’ 🙁
One day his mum gives Tom a present. It’s a nice book.
The book is about a big man and some children.
Is the man good or bad? Is he happy or unhappy? Are the children happy or unhappy?
Mum sits at Tom’s bed and reads him the book. Listen:
∞ ∞ ∞
Mr Big is a giant. He lives in a very big house with a beautiful garden, but Mr Big isn’t happy.
The children in the town are scared of Mr Big.
Mr Big: ‘I don’t like children.’
Boy 1: ‘The giant is coming! Run!
One day Mr Big goes to visit his cousin.
Girl 1: ‘ Mr Big is going on holiday. Hurray!’
Boy 1: ‘Look! He’s got a suitcase.’
In spring it’s sunny. The children play in the street.
Boy 2: ‘I don’t want to play in the street.’
Boy 1: ‘Let’s play in Mr Big’s garden! He isn’t here.’
Girl 2: ‘Good idea’
The children are happy in Mr Big’s garden. They like the trees, the flowers and the birds.
Boy 1: ‘I can ride my bike here.’
Girl 1: ‘Let’s play football!’
In summer it’s very hot. The children swim in Mr Big’s lake.
Girl 2: ‘I’m wearing my new swimsuit.’
Girl 1: ‘And I’m wearing my new sunglasses.’
In autumn it’s very windy. The children fly kites in the garden.
Boy 2: ‘Look! The leaves are orange and yellow now.’
In winter it’s very cold. The children put on their hats and gloves.
Girl 1: ‘Here’s a scarf for the snowman.’
Girl 2: ‘It’s great!’
But one day Mr Big comes home. He is very angry.
Mr Big: This is my garden! That’s my tree! You can’t play here!
Boy 2: ‘ Oh no! Mr Big is here!’
Boy 1: ‘Run!’
Next spring it’s sunny. The children are sad. They want to play in the giant’s garden. They don’t want to play in the street.
Boy 2: ‘I want to climb the apple tree.’
It’s spring in the town, but in Mr Big’s garden it’s winter.
Mr Big: ‘Brrr! It’s cold! It’s snowing. I don’t understand!’
Mr Big sees the children in the street.
Mr Big: Oh dear! The children are unhappy.
Mr Big wants to talk to the children. He’s got an idea.
Mr Big: ‘I’m sorry. You can play in my garden. Tell your friends to come and play.’
Now it’s spring in the giant’s garden again and the unhappy giant is a happy giant.
∞ ∞ ∞
Mum finishes to read the book.
Tom: ‘I like the story. I don’t want to play or ride a bike. I want to read books.
And now I’m not bored.’ 🙂
******
[Materiał własny; zawiera fragmenty The Unhappy Giant, Cheryl Palin; wyd. Macmillan. (rozróżnione czcionką Calibri)].
Objaśnienia:
Zaleca się posłuchać wymowy nowych słów np. korzystając ze słownika https://www.diki.pl/
ill – chory
worried – zmartwiona, zmartwiony
Tom’s dog – pies Toma
the weather – pogoda
outside – na zewnątrz
a lot of flowers – dużo kwiatów
he can’t – on nie może (oraz: nie umie)
play – bawić się, grać
ride a bike – jeździć na rowerze
garden – ogród
bored – znudzony
unhappy – nieszczęśliwy, niezadowolony
one day – pewnego dnia
give – dawać; mum gives – mama daje
man – mężczyzna, człowiek
some – kilkoro (trochę)
read – czytać; she reads – ona czyta
giant – olbrzym
live – mieszkać; he lives – on mieszka
town – miasto, miasteczko
children are scared of – dzieci boją się
come – przychodzić, przybywać
he is coming – on nadchodzi
visit – odwiedzić
he goes to visit – on jedzie odwiedzić
on holiday –na wakacje
suitcase – walizka
spring – wiosna
street – ulica
I don’t want – nie chcę
I don’t want to play – nie chcę się bawić
Let’s play – pobawmy się
here – tutaj
idea – pomysł
summer – lato
swim – pływać
hot – gorąco
lake – jezioro
wear – nosić na sobie, być ubranym w coś
I’m wearing – mam na sobie
swimsuit – kostium kąpielowy
sunglasses – okulary przeciwsłoneczne
autumn – jesień
windy – wietrznie
fly kites – puszczać latawce
leaves – liście (leaf – liść)
winter – zima
cold – zimno
put on – zakładać
hat – czapka (kapelusz)
gloves – rękawiczki
scarf – szalik
apple tree – jabłoń
it’s snowing – pada śnieg
I don’t understand – nie rozumiem
see – widzieć
talk – rozmawiać
tell – powiedzieć
again – znowu
finish – kończyć
SENTENCJE W J. ANGIELSKIM DLA KL. IV
Better late than never – Lepiej późno niż wcale (dosłownie: niż nigdy)
Unknown (autor nieznany)
There is always a reason to smile. Find it – Zawsze jest powód do usmiechu. Znajdź go.
Unknown (autor nieznany)
Follow your heart, but take your brain with you – Idź za głosem serca, ale rozum zabieraj ze sobą.
Alfred Adler
A room without books is like a body without a soul – Pokój bez książek jest jak ciało bez duszy.
Marcus Tullius Cicero
Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground – Trzymaj swój wzrok (utkwiony) w gwiazdach, a stopy na ziemi.
Theodore Roosevelt
Good friends are like angels. You don’t have to see them to know they are there – Dobrzy przyjaciele są jak anioły. Nie musisz ich widzieć, żeby wiedzieć, że (tam) są.
unknown
If you can’t do great things, do small things in a great way – Jeśli nie potrafisz (nie możesz) robić wielkich rzeczy, rób małe rzeczy we wspaniały sposób.
Napoleon Hill
PIOSENKI DLA KL. IV
Podane linki odsyłają do nagrań wraz ze słowami piosenek oraz do ich tłumaczenia. Prosimy zwrócić uwagę na to, że tłumaczenie na portalu tekstowo.pl jest amatorskie, więc mogą zdarzyć się pewne niedociągnięcia.
- Beautiful Sunday – Daniel Boone
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=631PLQd7y5s
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,daniel_boone,beautiful_sunday.html
- John Lennon – Oh My Love
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,john_lennon,oh_my_love.html
- Jon Batiste, Celeste – It’s All Right
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txdUE10OopA
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,jon_batiste,it_s_all_right__feat__celeste_.html
4. All together now – The Beatles
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xwZgwbEpdg
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,the_beatles,all_together_now.html
MATERIAŁY PRZYGOTOWAWCZE DLA KL. V i VI
Edycja wiosenna 2021
STUCK IN THE TUBE
‘What are you reading?, asked a girl sitting next to Martin. She was rather short, a bit plump, with a funny ponytail.
Martin looked at the girl and said, ‘The title of the book is Lost Love and Other Stories.’
‘Is it interesting?’ asked the girl.
‘Very interesting,’ Martin answered. ‘Do you like reading?’
‘Yes, I am really keen on reading’ the girl said and smiled at Martin.
‘What a nice girl,’ thought Martin and smiled back at her. ‘What’s your name?’ he asked.
‘Julia,’ she answered.
‘I’m Martin. Nice to meet you.’
‘Me too,’ said Julia.
They were in a carriage of a London Underground train. There were a lot of young people.
‘Very few young people are interested in reading,’ said Martin. ‘They watch TV, surf the Internet or play computer games.’
They looked around. All the teenagers had smartphones or iPhones in their hands. But no one had a book.
‘I never go by tube without a book,’ said Martin.
Suddenly, they heard a loud noise, the train stopped and the lights went out. It got dark.
At first, it was very quiet for a second or two. Then, people started to scream.
‘What’s going on?’ somebody shouted.
‘The train broke down,’ another voice answered. ‘And we’re stuck here!’
Some people wanted to make calls to their friends and families or send text messages but they couldn’t because there was no reception.
A few minutes later a very calm voice said, ‘Ladies and gentlemen, we are having a technical problem.’ It was a conductor. ‘There is absolutely no need to panic,’ he added. ‘Just sit and wait, please.’
And all the people calmed down. Some of them started to watch films on their devices. But soon the batteries ran out.
They waited and waited and then became bored.
‘Why don’t you read us one of the stories in your book?’ Julia asked Martin. ‘I can borrow a torch from the conductor.’
‘That’s a great idea,’ answered Martin.
Then Julia came back with a torch in her hand.Some young people came closer to Martin to hear the story. Then he started reading:
∞
Lost Love
These things happened to me nearly ten years ago.
I lived in a city but the city was hot in summer. I wanted to see the country. I wanted to walk in the woods and see green trees.
I had a little red car and I had a map, too. I drove all night out into the country. (…)
We had a very good summer that year.
The country was very pretty in the early morning. The sun was hot, and the sky was blue. I heard the birds in the trees.
And then my car stopped suddenly.
‘What’s wrong?’ I thought. ‘Oh dear, I haven’t got any petrol. Now I’ll have to walk. I’ll have to find a town and buy some petrol. But where am I?’
I looked at the map. I wasn’t near a town. I was lost in the country.
And then I saw the girl. She walked down the road, with flowers in her hand. She wore a long dress, and her hair was long, too. It was long and black, and it shone in the sun. She was very pretty. I wanted to speak to her, so I got out of the car.
‘Hello,’ I said. ‘I’m lost. Where am I?’
She looked afraid, so I spoke quietly.
‘I haven’t got any petrol,’ I said. ‘Where can I find some?’
Her blue eyes looked at me, and she smiled.
‘She’s a very pretty girl!’ I thought.
‘l do not know,’ she said. ‘Come with me to the village. Perhaps we can help you.’
I went with her happily, and we walked a long way.
‘There isn’t a village on the map,’ I thought. ‘Perhaps it’s a very small village.’
There was a village, and it was old and pretty. The houses were black and white and very small. There were a lot of animals.
The girl stopped at a house and smiled at me.
‘Come in, please,’ she said.
I went in. The house was very clean, but it was strange, too. There was a fire and some food above it. I felt hungry then.
‘That’s strange,’ I thought. ‘They cook their food over a wood fire! Perhaps they have no money.’
I met her father and mother, and I liked them. They were nice people, but their clothes were strange.
‘Sit down,’ said the old man. ‘Are you thirsty after your walk?’
He gave me a drink, and I said, ‘Thank you.’ But the drink was strange, too. It was dark brown and very strong.
I didn’t understand. But I was happy there.
I asked about petrol, but the old man didn’t understand.
‘Petrol?’ he asked. ‘What is that?’
‘This is strange, ‘I thought. Then I asked, ‘Do you walk everywhere?’
The old man smiled. ‘Oh, no, we use horses,’ he said.
‘Horses!’ I thought. ‘Horses are very slow. Why don’t they have cars?’
But I didn’t say that to the old man.
I felt happy there. I stayed all day, and I ate dinner with them that evening. Then the girl and I went out into the garden. The girl’s name was Mary.
‘This is nice,’ she said. ‘We like having visitors. We do not see many people here.’
We spoke happily. She was very beautiful. But after a time, she began to talk quietly, and her face was sad.
‘Why are you sad?’ I asked her’.
‘I cannot tell you,’ she said. ‘You are only a visitor here. We have to say goodbye tonight. You have to go now.’
I didn’t understand. I loved her. I knew that. And I wanted to help her. Why did I have to go? But Mary said again in a sad voice, ‘You have to go. It is dangerous here.’
So I said, ‘I’ll go to the next town and find some petrol. Then I’ll come back.’
She didn’t speak.
‘I love you, Mary,’ I said.’ And I’ll come back to you. You won’t stop me.’
She said goodbye to me at the door. Her face was very sad, and I was sad, too. I didn’t want to go.
It was midnight. The night was very dark, but I walked and walked. I was very tired when I saw the lights of a town. I found some petrol, and then I asked the name of the village. But the man at the garage gave me a strange look.
‘What village?’ he asked.
I told him about the village. I told him about the old houses and the people with strange clothes.
Again he gave me a strange look. He thought, and then he said, ‘There was a village there, but it isn’t there now. There are stories about it – strange stories.’
‘What do people say about it?’ I asked.
He didn’t want to tell me, but then he said, ‘there was a big fire in the village. Everybody died. There aren’t any people or houses there now.’
‘How did it happen?’ I asked. ‘And why?’
‘Oliver Cromwell killed them,’ he said. ‘He was angry with the villagers because they helped the king in the war.’
I couldn’t speak.
‘This isn’t right,’ I thought. ‘That war happened 350 years ago!’
Then I remembered the strange clothes, the long hair, the food over the fire, and the old houses. And I remembered, too, about the horses.
‘But I don’t understand,’ I cried. ‘I saw the people and the village. I spoke to some people there!’
The man looked quickly at me, and then he spoke.
‘There’s an interesting story about the village. For one day every ten years, it lives again – but only for one day. Then it goes away again for another ten years. On that one day, you can find the village. But you have to leave before morning, or you will never leave.’
‘Can this be right?’ I thought. Perhaps it was. Mary said, ‘You have to go.’ She loved me, but she said, ‘We have to say goodbye.’ She was afraid for me. ‘Now I understand,’ I thought.
I went back to the village, but it wasn’t there. I looked again and again, but I couldn’t find it. I saw only flowers and trees. I heard only the sound of the birds and the wind. I was very sad.(…)
I will never forget that day. I remember Mary, and I will always love her.
Now, I only have to wait for two months. The village will come back again. On the right day, I will go back. I will find her again, my love with long, black hair. And this time, I will not leave before morning. I will stay with her.
∞
‘That’s the end of the story,’ said Martin.
‘Very romantic,’ said Julia. ‘The young man’s love for the girl was greater than his love for the present day.’
‘Yeah,’ said a teen boy. ‘And he decided to be there once again and to stay with the girl in her time.’
‘Would you like to go back in time, Julia?’ asked Martin.
‘Maybe …,’ she answered. ‘But only for a short time or for something or somebody important.’
‘I wouldn’t like to go back in time.’ said the boy. ‘There weren’t any computers or smartphones. No way! I’m fond of my smartphone’
The train was still broken and it was still dark.
‘Could you read us another story?’ asked Julia.
‘Sure,’ said Martin. ‘Listen:
∞
The Charm
‘He is a brave man,’ people say about me. ‘He’s never afraid.’ (…)
I wasn’t always a brave man, and at times I was very afraid – very afraid.
I am an important man now. I have an important job. People know me and like me. They don’t know that I wasn’t always brave. (…)
I was a very shy young man. I didn’t like talking to other young men; I was afraid. ‘They’ll laugh at me,’ I thought. (…)
I try to help shy people now. I never laugh at them, because I remember that time. I was very unhappy then.
Then there was a war between my country and another country. I had to be a soldier. Me! I was afraid, but I had to be a soldier! And it was very dangerous.
I was afraid. The other soldiers didn’t talk about it, but they knew. ‘They are laughing at me,’ I thought. ‘They aren’t afraid.’ I was wrong, but I didn’t know that. I felt very bad.
One day I was in the town. I had two days’ holiday. (…) I walked slowly past some shops.
An old man stood by the road. There weren’t many cars on it.
‘Why doesn’t he walk across the road?’ I thought. ‘Is he afraid?’
I went near him, and then I saw his eyes. ‘Oh, I thought. ‘Now I know. He can’t see! He wants to go across, but he can’t go without help.’
Other people walked quickly past him. (…) They didn’t help him; they didn’t have time. (…)
I took the old man’s arm, and helped him across the road.
‘Thank you!’ he said. His hand felt my coat. ‘This is a soldier’s coat,’ he said. ‘Are you a soldier?’
‘Yes.’ Perhaps I said it in a sad voice.
The old man put a hand in his jacket. He took something out and gave it to me.
‘Take this,’ he said. ‘It will help you. Wear it, and you’ll be all right. Nothing bad will happen to you.’
He walked away, and I looked at the thing in my hand. It was a small charm – pretty but strange.
‘It’s a girl’s thing,’ I thought, and I put it in my coat.
The next day we went to war. I was afraid – very afraid – but I remembered the charm in my coat. ‘Perhaps the charm will help me,’ I thought, so I took it with me.
Suddenly I wasn’t afraid. Why? I didn’t know. Was it the charm? (…)
Our leader was a brave man. He was in front of us, and we followed him. Suddenly he was down. He fell to the ground and didn’t move. The other soldiers stopped. They were afraid.(…)
I went to him. The fighting was worse now, but I wasn’t afraid. ‘I’ve got the charm with me,’ I thought. I’ll be all right.’
I brought our leader back to a better place (…) He spoke – not easily, but I heard him. ‘Go in front!’ he said. ‘The men will follow you.’
The men followed me, and we fought well that day. After that, I was fine. Later, I was a leader, too. The men were happy and followed me. People didn’t laugh at me then.
‘But is it right?’ I thought. ‘I’m not very brave. It’s only the charm.’ I didn’t tell people about the charm. (…)
One day we had to take an important bridge. There were a lot of soldiers on it, and they had big guns. The country was open, without any trees. It was very dangerous, and my men were very afraid. (…)
‘Listen,’ I told them. I’ll go first, and we’ll run very quickly to the bridge. Don’t be afraid. They can’t kill us all. Follow me, and we’ll take that bridge.’
I put my hand in my coat. But the charm wasn’t there!
‘What am I going to do?’ I thought. ‘I can’t be brave without the charm.’
I looked at the faces of my men. They weren’t afraid now.
I thought, ‘My words have helped them. They aren’t afraid now. They are waiting for me. They’ll follow me everywhere. I’m their leader, and I can’t be afraid.’
I shouted, ‘Let’s go!’
We ran. We got to the bridge! We lost some men, but we got there! And we took the bridge!
I will never forget that day. I learnt something then about brave men. Brave men are afraid, too. But that doesn’t stop them.
I will also remember that old man with the charm. ‘It will help you,’ he said.
He was right. I learnt to be brave without it. I was a young man then, and now I am old.
I am a brave man, people think. And, yes – they are right. I am.
∞
‘That’s the end of the story,’ said Martin.
‘So truly brave people are the people who are afraid, but still do dangerous things,’ said Julia.
At that moment, a rescue team came to help the people on the train.
‘Wait a moment, please,’ shouted the boy. ‘I’d like to listen to another story.’
Everybody laughed.
‘I can lend you the book if you want,’ said Martin.
*** THE END ***
[Materiał własny; zawiera cytaty z Lost Love and Other Stories ,Jan Carew Wyd. Pearson (rozróżnione czcionką Calibri)]
Objaśnienia:
Zaleca się posłuchać wymowy nowych słów, korzystając np. ze słownika https://www.diki.pl/
stuck – uwięzieni (utknęli)
the Tube – londyńskie metro (potoczna nazwa)
a bit – trochę
plump – pulchna
ponytail– kucyk (koński ogon)
be keen on – bardzo lubić, pasjonować się
she said – ona powiedziała (say – powiedzieć)
he thought – on pomyślał (think – myśleć)
They were – on byli
carriage – wagon
the London Underground – londyńskie metro
a lot of – dużo
few – niewiele , mało (policzalnych rzeczy, osób)
(they) had – mieli (have – mieć)
suddenly – nagle
they heard – usłyszeli (hear – usłyszeć)
lights went out – światła zgasły (go out – zgasnąć)
scream – krzyczeć
What’s going on? – co się dzieje?
The train broke down – pociąg zepsuł się (break down – zepsuć się)
make a call – wykonać telefon (zadzwonić)
calm down – uspokoić się
device – urządzenie
batteries ran out – baterie wyczerpały się
They became bored – znudzili się
petrol – benzyna
I was lost – zgubiłem się
She wore – była ubrana, miała na sobie
it shone – świeciło, błyszczało (shine – świecić, błyszczeć) (tutaj: włosy połyskiwały )
I got out of the car – wysiadłem z samochodu (get out – wysiąść)
village – wioska
perhaps – być może
I didn’t understand – nie rozumiałem
she began – zaczęła (begin – zacząć)
I’ll come back – wrócę
he gave me a strange look – dziwnie popatrzył na mnie
villagers – mieszkańcy wioski
Why did I have to go? – dlaczego musiałem pójść (odejść)
midnight – północ
I couldn’t speak – nie mogłem mówić
I remembered – pamiętałem (remember – pamiętać)
it goes away – znika (odchodzi)
She was afraid for me – bała się o mnie
Would you like to go back in time ? – czy chciałabyś cofnąć się w czasie?
important – ważne
No way! – nie ma mowy!
be fond of – bardzo lubić
brave – odważny
be afraid (of) – bać się (czegoś)
soldier – żołnierz
they knew – oni wiedzieli (know – wiedzieć)
I had to – musiałem (have to – musieć)
I felt – poczułem (feel – czuć)
charm – talizman
He fell to the ground – upadł na ziemię (fall – upaść)
He spoke – on mówił (speak – mówić)
I brought – przyniosłem, przyciągnąłem (bring – przynieść)
leader – dowódca, przywódca
I learnt – nauczyłem się, dowiedziałem (learn – uczyć się)
truly – prawdziwie
rescue team – ekipa ratownicza
lend – pożyczyć (komuś)
borrow – pożyczyć (od kogoś)
SENTENCJE W J. ANGIELSKIM DLA KL. V i VI
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
Every master was once a beginner – Każdy mistrz był kiedyś początkującym.
Robin S. Sharma
Reading is to the mind, what exercise is to the body – Czytanie jest dla umysłu tym, czym ćwiczenia dla ciała.
Joseph Addison
Wealth is the slave of a wise man. The master of a fool – Bogactwo jest niewolnikiem mądrego człowieka. Panem głupca.
Seneka Młodszy
Follow your heart, but take your brain with you – Idź za głosem serca, ale rozum zabieraj ze sobą.
Alfred Adler
A mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work if it doesn’t open – Umysł jest jak spadochron. Nie działa, jeśli się nie otwiera
Frank Zappa
If you can’t do great things, do small things in a great way – Jeśli nie potrafisz (nie możesz) robić wielkich rzeczy, rób małe rzeczy we wspaniały sposób.
Napoleon Hill
Good friends are like angels. You don’t have to see them to know they are there – Dobrzy przyjaciele są jak anioły. Nie musisz ich widzieć, żeby wiedzieć, że (tam) są.
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PIOSENKI DLA KL. V i VI
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- Count On Me – Bruno Mars
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Msl2fl3h59I
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2. Axel Johansson – Wonderland
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQ02DujPE7A
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,axel_johansson,wonderland.html
- Jon Batiste, Celeste – It’s All Right
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txdUE10OopA
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,jon_batiste,it_s_all_right__feat__celeste_.html
- @VIZE x Alan Walker – Space Melody
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1StsoFtme-s
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5. Trouble is a Friend – Lenka
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFUFyKogCn0
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,lenka,trouble_is_a_friend.html
MATERIAŁY PRZYGOTOWAWCZE DLA KL. VII i VIII
Edycja wiosenna 2021
SCHOOL PROJECT
It was a sunny Thursday. Lily was walking along a narrow street, lost in her pleasant thoughts. She was on her way from school.
‘Hi Lily.’ The girl heard a voice behind her.
She turned round and saw her friend Ava.
‘Oh, hi! What a surprise! How have you been?’ said Lily. She was glad to see the girl.
‘I’ve been great, thanks,’ answered Ava. ‘And you look happy. What’s happened?’
‘Yeah, I am happy and so excited because we are doing a school project,’ explained Lily.
‘And …. whaat? You are excited about a school project?’ asked Ava with disbelief. ‘What can be exciting about school projects?!’
‘First, it’s about the topic, and second, it involves questioning people, especially teenagers,’ answered Lily. ‘And guess what!’ she added.
‘I haven’t got a clue,’ said Ava.
‘I’ve got new neighbours,’ Lily explained and continued, ‘They moved in about a week ago. It’s a family with twin boys who are our age. I’ve seen only one of them. I haven’t seen the other one yet.’
‘And you’ll have an opportunity to question them, won’t you?’ said Ava.
‘Yes, that’s right.’
‘What is he like?’ asked Ava.
‘Well, I don’t know him yet, but he seems to be a bit shy,’ answered Lily.
‘And what does he look like?’
‘He is handsome, of medium height with curly dark hair,’ Lily said with a smile.
‘Oh, I see…’
‘And, as I said, I’m really keen on the project topic,’ continued Lily.
‘Oh yes. What’s the topic?’
‘We asked our teacher the same question,’ said Lily. ‘But she didn’t answer at once. She gave us a puzzle to solve. Listen:
What’s one thing everybody can do? It makes you more imaginative, makes your memory better, improves your personal relationships. Thanks to the thing you can travel through space and time and sometimes enter a magic world.’
‘I don’t know,’ Ava said, thinking. ‘Maybe it’s coaching?’
‘No, it isn’t,’ answered Lily. ‘I’ll give you a clue. It’s to the mind what exercise is to the body.
‘Aha, I know! It’s reading!’ exclaimed Ava.
‘Bingo!’ replied Lily.
‘ My dad says that thanks to reading, people install new software into their brains,’ added Ava.
‘He is right,’ Lily agreed and looked at her watch. ‘Oh dear, it’s late. I must go now, before the library closes.’
‘Ok,’ said Ava. ‘Why don’t we meet tomorrow then?’
‘Great idea!’ Lily said happily.
***
On Sunday morning Lily went for a walk. She was strolling along the river bank which was covered with beautiful forget-me-nots. While she was admiring the wild plants and the rural landscape, she saw a boy. It was her new neighbour. The boy was sitting on a bench and reading a book.
‘What a lucky break,’ thought Lily. ‘I will be able to interview him’
The boy looked up and noticed Lily. He smiled at her. ‘You are my neighbour, aren’t you?’ he said.
‘Yes, I am. My name is Lily.’
‘I’m Derek. Nice to meet you.’
‘Me too,’ answered Lily. ‘I can see you’ve got a book. Do you like reading?’
‘Sure. I’m really into mystery and adventure stories; books like this,’ Derek pointed to the book which he was holding in his hand. ‘The title is ‘Dead Man’s Island.’
‘Sounds interesting,’ said Lily.
‘Yes, it’s really gripping,’ It’s a story about people, who have ‘a skeleton in the cupboard’, said Paul.
‘Oh dear, is it a horror story?’ asked Lily
‘No, no. I’ve just used an idiom which means: when someone has a secret and doesn’t want other people to know about it,’ explained Derek.
‘Oh yes, silly me’, laughed Lily.
‘Would you like me to tell you the story?’
‘Sure, I’d love to. I’m all ears,’ said Lily eagerly.
‘So listen:
It tells the story of a girl called Carol. At the beginning of the story, she is an ordinary teenager who grows up happily in Hong Kong. She lives with her parents, goes to school, has a lot of friends and 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. Later, even worse things happen: her beloved dad dies in a plane crash. Carol is very unhappy and then she begins to feel angry. She starts getting into trouble. She meets some new friends who are different from her other friends. Carol’s mother – Mrs Sanders doesn’t like them because she thinks they are bad people and they do dangerous things. Carol knows that her mum is angry but she doesn’t care. Her new friends take drugs and Carol begins to take drugs too. Then, some of the people are arrested by the police. Luckily Carol isn’t arrested but she has to leave the college where she studies. It is a bad time. So Mrs Sanders and the girl decide to come back to England, where they used to live many years ago. Carol wants to forget what’s happened. She wants to forget what she has done and begin a new life, be a new person.
A month later, they come back to England. They stay in a hotel in London.
It is the beginning of the summer and there are a lot of tourists there. Carol and her mum go sightseeing. They visit Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London and go to restaurants and theatres in the evenings. They begin to forget the bad times in Hong Kong. But Mrs Sanders needs a job and Carol needs to go on studying.
One evening they find a suitable job advert in a newspaper. It is for a temporary job as a secretary on a private island in Scotland. The conditions of the offer are very good. So Carol’s mum calls Greta Ross whose phone number is given in the advert. The women make an appointment for a job interview. They meet in the Savoy Hotel.
And here – I think – the mystery starts.
Greta Ross asks some strange questions. For some reason she is interested to know how long Mrs Sanders and her daughter have been away from England. Then she makes a slightly strange phone call.’
Suddenly Derek stopped telling the story. ‘I’ve finished reading here,’ he said.
‘What a pity,’ answered Lily. ‘I got curious about the plot.’
‘So why don’t we read the rest of the book together?’ the boy offered.
‘Great idea!’ agreed Lily.
‘I’ll read aloud if you want,’ said Derek. ‘I’ll move back to the description of the meeting with Greta Ross in the Savoy Hotel. Remember, Carol is the narrator – she tells the story. Listen:
Greta Ross was waiting for us. She was about thirty years old and very beautiful. She wore an expensive red dress and her hair was very long and dark.
‘This is my daughter, Carol,’ said my mother.
‘Hallo, Carol,’ said Greta Ross.
‘Hallo,’ I said.
‘Carol is eighteen years old,’ said my mother. ‘Can she come with me, if I get the job? Perhaps she can help in the house or in the gardens. She likes gardening.’ (…)
‘Perhaps,’ said Greta Ross. ‘There’s a small farm on the island.’
‘I’d like to work on the farm,’ I said.
Greta Ross looked at my mother. ‘How long did you live in Hong Kong, Mrs Sanders?
‘For seven years,’ answered my mother. ‘My husband died in a plane crash last year, so we’ve come back to live in England.’
‘Where did you live before Hong Kong?
‘We lived in India for three years.’
Then Greta Ross took my mother into a room and asked her more questions. I waited outside.
Soon after, the door opened and my mother came out. She was smiling.
Greta Ross said, ‘Please wait here for a minute, Mrs Sanders. I want to make a phone call.’ She went back into the room, and closed the door. I was sitting on a chair near the door, and I could just hear Greta Ross’s voice speaking on the phone.
‘I think I’ve found someone,’ she was saying. ‘She has a daughter, but the girl can work in the garden or on the farm . . . Don’t worry, they’ve been away from England for ten years. . . It’ll be all right, I tell you. . . Don’t worry.’
After a few minutes, Greta Ross put down the phone and came out of the room.
‘You’ve got the job,’ she told my mother.
My mother was pleased. ‘Thank you,’ she replied.
I was pleased, too, but now I was worried about that phone call. I didn’t understand it.
The Island
We went to Scotland the next day, first by plane, then by train. Greta Ross travelled with us.
I looked out of the train window and saw fields and villages and mountains. ‘Mum is right,’ I thought. ‘Scotland is a very beautiful place.’
‘You’re going to be my husband’s secretary,’ Greta Ross told my mother. ‘He’s a businessman, but he never leaves the island. He does all his work by telephone and letter and computer. He invests money in companies, all over the world.’
‘Do many people live on the island?’ I asked.
‘Not many,’ said Greta Ross. ‘You’ll meet them soon.’
‘Greta Ross is young,’ I thought. ‘Is her husband young, too? How can a young man buy an island? Is he very rich?’
‘And why does he never leave the island?’ interrupted Lily. ‘There’s another mystery.’
‘I think so, too,’ answered Derek. ‘But keep listening.’
After the train, we went on Mr Ross’s boat, which took us out to the island. The boatman was a young man. He had dark hair and was brown from the sun.
‘This is Tony,’ said Greta Ross. ‘He works for Mr Ross.'(…)
Soon we were near the island. I could see the beaches and the cliffs. The boat slowed down.
‘There are dangerous rocks around the island,’ explained Tony. ‘A lot of them are under the water and you can’t see them. I have to be careful. But the rocks keep other boats away, and that pleases Mr Ross.’
‘Why?’ I asked.
Tony looked at Greta Ross but she wasn’t listening.
‘Mr Ross doesn’t like visitors to the island,’ Tony said in a quiet voice. (…)
‘Why doesn’t Mr Ross like visitors?’ I thought. ‘Has he something to hide?’
‘I am curious too,’ Lily interrupted again.
But Derek didn’t mind her words and kept reading:
When we arrived on the island, my mother and I followed Greta up to the house. It was very big and there were trees all around it. A woman was waiting inside the house.
‘This is Mrs Duncan, Tony’s mother,’ said Greta. ‘She’s the housekeeper and her husband is the gardener. Mrs Duncan will take you up to your rooms. I’m going to tell Mr Ross you’ve arrived.’
The housekeeper was a little woman with short hair. She went up the stairs, and my mother and I went after her.
My room was next to my mother’s. I looked out of the window and saw the gardens at the back of the house. A man was working in the garden, near some trees. ‘Is that Mr Duncan?’ I thought. I looked between the trees and saw the sea. ‘It’s a beautiful house and a beautiful island.’
That evening, we had dinner with Mr and Mrs Duncan and Tony. We ate in the big kitchen.
‘What happened to Mr Ross’s last secretary? asked my mother.
‘She’s in hospital,’ replied Mrs Duncan. ‘She’s going to be away all summer.’
‘Isn’t Mrs Ross lonely here?’ I said.
‘No,’ said Mrs Duncan. ‘She likes painting a lot. She has a room upstairs and goes there to paint. She’s very good. Sometimes she goes to different places on the island to paint pictures.’
We finished eating our meal. Soon after, Greta Ross came into the kitchen.
‘Mr Ross wants to see you and your daughter now, Mrs Sanders,’ she said. ‘Follow me, please.’
We followed her through the house and into a big room. This was Mr Ross’s office and he was sitting behind a desk.
I was surprised. He was a young man, about thirty. He had a moustache, short dark hair, and he wore glasses. Mr Ross was speaking into the telephone.
‘Who does he look like?’ I thought. ‘Is it Tony Duncan?’
‘Mr Ross is talking to a business friend in New York, ‘said Greta. ‘Please, sit down.’
While we were waiting, I looked around the office. There were three telephones, a computer, and lots of books and papers.
There was another door and I could see a smaller room, next to the office. There was a smaller desk and another computer in there.
Mr Ross finished speaking on the phone, then looked carefully at my mother and me. For a few seconds he didn’t speak, and just watched us. Then he said, ‘I’m pleased to meet you, Mrs Sanders. I need some help with my work. My secretary is in hospital, and there’s a lot of work to do. Sometimes you’ll have to work late at night, because of time differences in New York and Tokyo. Is that all right?’
‘Yes, that’s all right,’ said my mother.(…)
He looked at me.(…) ‘Greta says you like gardening. There’s a big garden here, so you can help Mr Duncan. And there’s a farm. Dan and Stella Parks live in the farmhouse and work on the farm. You can help them, too. We have some animals. Some sheep, a few cows and chickens. And there’s a horse called Smoke. He’s grey, like his name. Can you ride?’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I can ride a horse.’
‘You can ride Smoke around the island, if you like.’
‘I’d like that,’ I said. ‘Thank you.’
‘And we grow vegetables and fruit,’ he said. ‘I work on the farm sometimes. I enjoy it.’
I smiled at him but he didn’t smile back.
‘Carol will enjoy working on the farm,’ said my mother. ‘Won’t you, Carol?
‘Yes,’ I said.
‘Mr Ross looks sad,’ I thought. ‘But how did he get all his money? And why does he hide away on an island?’
The Photograph
I worked in the garden for the first two days. The weather was hot and sunny. I liked working with Mr Duncan, and he was pleased with my work.
‘You’re a good gardener,’ he said.
‘I’ve always liked gardening,’ I said. ‘But I’m studying at college to be a farmer.’
Sometimes I saw Greta Ross.
‘She likes to be alone,’ I thought. Once or twice I saw Greta go out with her painting things. She went up on the hills or down to the beach.
Mr Duncan took me to the farm and I met Dan and Stella Parks. They were very friendly. (…)
So I worked on the farm with Mr and Mrs Parks. They were nice people. I helped with the cows and the chickens, and went up on the hills with Mr Parks and his dog to look at the sheep.
One afternoon I went out riding. Smoke was a big, lazy, friendly horse. I enjoyed riding and Smoke knew his way around the island very well. I learned new places to go to. I rode along the cliff top and then in between some trees. When we came out of the trees, I saw the house from the other side. I tried to find the window of my room. Which one was it?
Suddenly, I saw a face at one of the windows. The face was looking at me. It was there for just a second or two, then it moved away quickly.
‘Who was that?’ I thought. ‘Was it Mr Ross? And which room was it?’
I didn’t see my mother very much that first week. She worked all day and in the evenings. She wrote letters to South America, Japan, Canada and Australia. Sometimes, she worked after I was in bed.
‘Mr Ross works hard,’ she told me. ‘He invests money in many companies and countries. But it’s not his money.’
‘It’s not!’ I was surprised by this.
‘No, it’s his wife’s money. And she bought the island. It’s her island, her house, her farm. Everything belongs to her.’
‘How strange. But why does Mr Ross always look sad? And why does he never leave the island? I asked.
‘I don’t know,’ said my mother. ‘He says he likes it here and likes working on his farm. It’s strange, I know.’
Sometimes, when I finished work, I walked along the beaches or the cliffs. Or I went swimming in the sea. I liked swimming. Greta Ross often came to the beach to swim, but Mr Ross never came.
‘Stay away from the rocks, Carol,’ Greta Ross told me. ‘They’re very dangerous.’ (…)
Sometimes I took my camera to the beach and took photographs of some of the boats that went by. I took photographs of the birds on the cliffs. There were other small islands near our island, and boats with tourists stopped at them. But no boats stopped at our island. They kept away from the dangerous rocks.
Tony was right. The island did not have visitors.
One day, I was walking back to the house, and had my camera with me. I stopped and looked at the big house.
Mr Duncan was working in the garden in front of it. At first, he didn’t see me.
‘I’m going to take a photograph of the house,’ I thought. ‘The sun is in just the right place, and it will make a good picture.’
I looked at the building through my camera, and took the photograph. Mr Ross was coming out of a door. He was in my picture, too, and he looked angry.
‘That’s all right,’ I thought. ‘It’s still a good photograph.’
But Mr Duncan was running across the grass. He came quickly up to me and said, ‘Give me your camera.’ He looked very worried.
‘What’s wrong?’ I asked in surprise. I gave him the camera.
‘Never take photographs of Mr Ross,’ he said. And then he opened the back of my camera and took out the film.
‘Hey! What are you doing?’ I said. ‘You’ll spoil my film!’ (…)
‘Sorry,’ he said, and he put the film into his pocket. ‘But no pictures of Mr Ross. He doesn’t like people to take pictures of him.’
Mr Ross was watching us. He saw the camera and he saw Mr Duncan take out the film, but he said nothing. Then he turned and went back into the house.
Later, I told my mother about Mr Duncan and the camera. ‘He spoiled my film,’ I said.
‘I don’t understand,’ she said. ‘Why did he do that?
‘I don’t know,’ I said, ‘but there’s something strange about Mr Ross.’
About a week later, I finished work early one day and came back to the house. My mother was working in her small room, next to Mr Ross’s office. Mrs Duncan was in the kitchen. Greta Ross was painting in her room upstairs.
I went to my room and began reading a book. I was sitting beside the window. After half an hour, I got tired of reading. I looked out at the rain, and the grey sea and rocks between the trees. (…) I got up and went out of my room. I walked along the passage and turned a corner. Then I saw the door at the end of the passage. There was a large plant in a plant pot outside the door.
‘Where does that door go?’ I thought. ‘I haven’t seen it before.’ I remembered the face at the window in my first week on the island. ‘Perhaps it’s the door to that room,’ I thought.
I walked along to the door and turned the handle. The door didn’t move. It was locked.
‘What are you doing!’ said a voice behind me.
I turned round quickly and saw Greta Ross. She looked angry.
‘That room is private,’ she said
‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘I didn’t…’
‘Stay away from there,’ she told me.
I told my mother about the locked door.
‘What’s behind it?’ I said. ‘Is it a secret?
‘I don’t know,’ said my mother. ‘It doesn’t matter. Mr Ross can have locked rooms if he wants them.’
‘I think he does have secrets,’ I said. ‘There’s something strange about him. There’s something strange about this island. Somebody isn’t telling us something. Something important.’
My mother laughed. ‘Stop playing detective, Carol,’ she said.
The Locked Room
Two days later there was a storm in the middle of the night. I was hot and I couldn’t sleep. I got out of bed, went across to the window and looked out at the night. Black clouds hurried across the sky, and the trees moved wildly in the wind. The rain made a loud noise on the window.
I opened my window and put my head out into the wind and the rain. I looked at the other windows in the house. Most of them were dark. But one window had a light in it.
‘Somebody isn’t sleeping,’ I thought. ‘Which room is that?’
There were six windows between my window and the room with the light.
‘And there are six doors between my room and the locked door!’ I thought. ‘That light is in the locked room. Somebody’s in there!’
I put on my dressing-gown and went out of my room. The house was dark, and at first I couldn’t see very well.
I walked along the passage and turned the corner. There it was, the locked room. And there was a light under the door! I went nearer and heard noises.
‘Somebody’s moving about in the locked room,’ I thought. ‘Who is it?
Then the light went off and the door opened. I was afraid to move.
Somebody came out of the room, and into the dark passage. Lightning suddenly lit up the house, and I saw who it was.
‘It’s Mr Ross!’ I thought. ‘What was he doing in that room in the middle of the night?’
I didn’t move and he didn’t see me. He locked the door of the room carefully. He didn’t put the key in his pocket, but hid it in the plant pot next to the door.
‘He’s coming along here,’ I thought. ‘I must get back to my room.’
And I ran back along the passage.
Mr Ross heard me. ‘Who’s that?’ he called.
I didn’t answer, but ran into my room and closed the door. He came along the passage and stopped outside my door. Then he walked past and went on down the stairs.
I took off my dressing-gown and went back to bed. I was shaking because I was afraid.
‘Now I know how to get into the locked room,’ I thought. ‘But what’s in there?’
There was no storm in the morning, but it was still raining. I got up early and worked on the farm. There were eggs from the chickens and I put them in boxes. I helped to milk the cows and then took them out to the field. Later, I went back into the house for breakfast.
‘Did you sleep all right last night?’ asked Mrs Duncan. ‘Or did the storm wake you up?’
‘I. . . slept all right,’ I said. I didn’t want to tell her about the light in the locked room, or about Mr Ross.
After breakfast, I went back upstairs. Mr Ross was talking on the telephone in his office. My mother was working at her desk. I knew that Mrs Duncan was in the kitchen and that Mr Duncan was working in the garden.
‘Where’s Mrs Ross?’ I thought.
Then I looked out of the window and saw her with Tony Duncan. They were walking to the boat.
‘He’s taking her out in the boat,’ I thought. ‘Perhaps she’s going to Edinburgh.’
The boat moved away from the island and I waited until it was out at sea. Then I opened the door of my room.
There was nobody in the passage and I ran along to the locked room. The key was still in the plant pot and I took it out. My hand was shaking. Then I unlocked the door.
A Dead Man
I went into the room . . . and I was very surprised.
The room was full of strange things. Coloured shirts and suits. Three guitars. And there were posters and photographs on the walls. I looked at the posters.
Jake Rosso’s face looked down at me.
I looked at the dead Jake Rosso’s picture, and I remembered all the photographs on the walls of my room in Hong Kong. I could never forget that face – the face of my favourite singer.
Then, while I was looking at his face, something strange happened. I began to see another face in the posters. An older face, and with a moustache, but the same face.
I saw the face of Mr Ross.
‘No!’ I said. ‘It’s not true!’ But it was, I knew it was.
‘Mr Ross is . . . Jake Rosso!’
‘No!’ said a voice behind me.
I turned round and saw Mr Ross. He was standing in the doorway. He looked . . . afraid.
‘I don’t believe you!’ I said.
‘You have to believe me!’
I looked at the posters. ‘Who is that, if it’s not you?’
‘It’s Jake Rosso. He was . . . my brother.’
‘That’s not true!’ I shouted. ‘I don’t believe you. Listen, Jake Rosso was my favourite singer – I had hundreds of photos of him. I still have all his records. I loved him, do you understand? Thousands of people loved him.’
‘He’s dead,’ Mr Ross said quietly.
‘No!’ I shouted. ‘You’re Jake Rosso! You look different now, yes. You’ve got short hair, you’ve got a moustache now, and you wear glasses. But you’re. . . Jake. . . Rosso.
You were my favourite pop star, so I know.’
Mr Ross said nothing, and watched my face.
‘He doesn’t know what to do,’ I thought. ‘He knows I don’t believe him, and he’s afraid.’
Then he said, ‘It was you in the passage last night, wasn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ I answered.
He looked angry. ‘I was wrong to give your mother a job,’ he said. ‘I thought it was OK because you came from Hong Kong. And I needed help with my work. I needed a good secretary.’
‘Does your other secretary know who you are?’ I asked.
‘Do the other people on the island know?’
Mr Ross didn’t answer, but walked across to the window. He was thinking.
‘What’s he going to do?’ I thought.
Then he turned round. ‘OK, you’re right. I . . . I am Jake Rosso.’
‘ I knew it!’
He looked worried and unhappy. ‘Can you keep a secret? A very important secret?’
I thought for a minute, then I said, ‘Yes, I can keep a secret.’
Then he told me. ‘The other people on this island are my family.’
‘Your family?’ I said.
‘Yes. My real name is James Duncan, and Mr and Mrs Duncan are my father and mother. Tony is my younger brother, and his wife, Lisa, is my secretary. It’s she who’s in hospital.’
‘And Dan and Stella Parks? I asked.
‘My mother’s sister and her husband,’ he said.
‘But what are you doing here on this island? I don’t understand.’
‘I’ll tell you,’ he said. He sat down on a chair and took a guitar in his hands, but he didn’t play it. ‘You were right. I was a famous pop star. I was very rich, and I had a beautiful wife. But things went wrong.’
‘How?’
‘I took drugs,’ he said. ‘I drank a lot of alcohol. I got drunk and crashed cars. I did stupid, terrible things. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t stop doing it. I was . . . crazy, for a time.’
‘I can understand that,’ I told him. ‘I’ve taken drugs, too.’
He looked surprised. ‘You have?’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘After my father died, I was very unhappy and things went wrong for me too. But go on with your story.’
He went on. ‘One night, I was driving my car. I was drunk and – and I hit somebody. A young girl. She. . . died. I killed her.’
‘Oh, no!’
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘She was fifteen years old. I wanted to die, too. The money didn’t matter any more. Nothing mattered any more.’
‘What did you do after the accident? I asked.
‘I drove on in the car. I didn’t stop, and I didn’t tell the police. I had killed someone and I was afraid.’ He looked afraid now. He put the guitar down and went on with his
story. ‘So I made a plan. Jake Rosso had to die, too. It was the best thing to do. And so . . I “killed” him.’
‘But you’re still alive.’
‘My family know I’m alive, but no other people know.’
He looked at me. ‘But now you know.’
‘How did you do it? I asked.
‘I told my family about my plan and I told Greta, my wife. At first they didn’t like it. But after a long time, they said OK. Then I faked the car crash.’
‘Faked it?
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I put some of my things in the car. A guitar, and some clothes. Then I pushed my car over a cliff and burned it. The police found the burned car and thought I was dead. Everybody thought I was killed in the car crash.’
‘But you faked the crash,’ I said.
‘Yes.’
‘What did you do then?’
‘My family hid me away for months. I tried to change into a different person – shorter hair, a moustache, quiet suits. All my money went to Greta and she changed her name to Ross. I told her to buy this island. Now I invest her money, the money that was mine. And now I’m “James Ross”.’
‘What about “Jake Rosso”? I asked.
‘Jake Rosso took drugs,’ he said. ‘Jake Rosso got drunk and crashed cars. He killed a young girl, so he had to “die”. I can never forget the girl. I think about her every day.’
‘And that’s why you always look so sad,’ I thought.
I looked around the room. ‘Why do you keep a room like this? Why do you keep the guitars, the posters and photographs?’
James Ross did not speak for a minute. Then he said, ‘I need to remember my old life, and what Jake Rosso was like. I’m never going to sing again and I’m never going to take drugs. But I need this room, to remember.’
I looked at the posters and the photographs. And I looked at his sad face. ‘I’m not going to say anything. I won’t tell my mother, I won’t tell anybody.’
James Ross looked at me. ‘I think you understand,’ he said.
‘I do,’ I said. ‘I’ve done bad things. I want to forget them, too. I needed to get away, to hide, too. That’s why we came to England, to begin a new life. Yes, I understand.’
He took my hand, and we walked out of the room and closed the door.
I never went into the room again, and I didn’t tell anybody.
My mother and I left the island at the end of the summer. Soon after, I went to college.
My life is better now. I work on a farm in England and my mother works in an office. My mother doesn’t worry about me, because I’m happier now.
I haven’t been back to the island. But I know there’s a ‘dead man’ living there.
∞
‘The end,’ said Derek and closed the book.
There was silence for a moment.
Then Lily said, ‘it’s a gripping story but also eye-opening.’
‘I totally agree with you,’ replied Derek.
Suddenly, Lily heard footsteps behind her. She turned round and saw …. another Derek.
‘I can’t believe my eyes!’ she exclaimed. ‘Two Dereks!’
But Derek laughed. ‘Don’t bother, nobody can tell us apart. I’d like you to meet my twin brother Jack,’ he said.‘ And this is Lily, our neighbour.’
‘Nice to meet you, Lily,’ said Jack.
‘Me too,’ the girl answered.
‘Nice neighbourhood,’ said Jack. ‘I’m glad we’ve moved here.’
‘Yeah,’ agreed Derek. ‘And the people here are very pleasant,’ he added, looking at Lily.
‘Oh dear! I almost forgot,’ said Lily. ‘I’m doing my school project about reading. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?’
‘No, not at all,’ replied Derek.
‘Go ahead,’ added Jack.
‘So, my first question is: How often do you read?’ said Lily.
‘As much as possible. I’m really keen on reading,’ answered Derek.
‘To be honest, I don’t read unless I have to,’ said Jack.
‘I see,’ replied Lily and asked her next question, ‘Do you prefer fiction or non-fiction?’
‘Fiction,’ answered Derek.
‘Non-fiction; I mean: game instructions,’ joked Jack.
‘Ha ha,’ laughed Lily and kept asking, ‘Were you encouraged to read books when you were a child?’
‘Yes, we both were encouraged to read.’
‘Do you agree with the statement: teenagers would read more books if they didn’t have so much homework?’
‘I’m not sure,’ said Derek.
‘I think, more teenagers would read books if teenage books were as interesting as games,’
‘Are you fond of computer games, Jack?’ asked Lily.
‘Yes, I am. I prefer playing games to reading books,’ the boy answered.
‘Lily stopped asking questions and thought for a moment. Then she said, ‘More questions are written in my notebook which is at home. I didn’t expect to meet you here. But thanks for your help.’
‘Don’t mention it,’ answered Derek.
‘You must be a diligent student, aren’t you?’ said Jack.
‘Oh, I do my best,’ replied Lily.
‘I’ve got an idea,’ said Derek. ‘Let’s meet tomorrow to finish the interview, shall we?’
‘That would be great,’ agreed Lily. ‘Why don’t you come to my place. I’ll show you my book collection and my mum will make a delicious cake.’
‘Sounds great!’ exclaimed the twins.
‘Books … ,’ said Derek.
‘Delicious cake …,’ added Jack.
Then Jack looked at his smartphone and said, ‘I’m afraid I have to go now.’
‘Why do you have to go?’ asked his brother.
‘I’m meeting up with my new friends,’ Jack replied.
‘Really?’ Derek was surprised. ‘What are you going to do together?’
‘Take drugs and drink alcohol,’ said Jack.
‘Oh no! You must be joking!’ exclaimed Lily.
‘Of course, I’m joking. I’m not so stupid,’ laughed Jack and added, ‘It was nice talking to you. Bye for now.’
And he walked away in a hurry. Lily and Derek watched him for a moment.
Then the girl said, ‘Your brother has a good sense of humour.’
‘Yes, that’s right,’ agreed Derek. ‘He often makes me laugh. And I can depend on him.’
‘You must get on very well, don’t you?’
‘Yes, it’s true.’
It was getting late so the teenagers said goodbye and went back to their houses.
***
Next afternoon Lily was waiting for the twins. The cake was ready and the books were in their place in the bookcase. And on the table there was a notebook with questions for the school project. When she heard a doorbell and opened the door, she saw only one boy standing in the doorway.
‘Hello,’ he said.
‘Hello,’ answered Lily.
‘My brother asked me to apologise to you for not coming. He can’t make it today,’ said the boy.
‘No problem,’ answered Lily and thought, ‘But which one is he? Is it Derek or is it Jack?’
‘Please, come in,’ she added.
The boy entered the room and looked around. He noticed a bookcase next to the table with cake on it.
‘Wow! What a large collection! You’ve got the Harry Potter series,’ he said excitedly.
‘Great!’ thought Lily.
At that moment she knew which of the twins it was 🙂 .
*** THE END ***
[Materiał własny; zawiera cytaty z Dead Man’s Island, John Escott, Wyd. Oxford University Press 2000 (rozróżnione czcionką Calibri)]
Objaśnienia:
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lost in thoughts – pogrążona w myślach
How have you been? – jak się masz? Co u ciebie?
disbelief – niedowierzanie
involve – dotyczyć, obejmować, wiązać się z ..
question – zadawać pytania
I haven’t got a clue – nie mam pojęcia
clue – wskazówka
move in – wprowadzić się
… who are our age – …którzy są w naszym wieku
What is he like? – jaki on jest?
what does he look like – jak on wygląda?
(dla porównania: What does he like? – co on lubi?
he seems to be … – sprawia wrażenie, że jest …
a bit – trochę
of medium height – średniego wzrostu
be keen on – lubić, interesować się, pasjonować się
puzzle – zagadka, łamigłówka
it makes you ..- sprawia, że stajesz się
he makes me laugh – skłania mnie do śmiechu
improve – udoskonalać, poprawiać
relationship – relacja, związek
coaching – w j. polskim używa się najczęściej nazwy angielskiej
(interaktywny proces rozwoju, poprzez metody związane z psychologią)
Why don’t we meet? – a może byśmy się spotkały?
stroll – przechadzać się
rural – wiejski
landscape – krajobraz
lucky break – szczęśliwy traf
I will be able to … – będę mogła, będę w stanie …
interview – wywiad, przeprowadzać wywiad
You are my neighbour, aren’t you? – jesteś moją sąsiadką, nieprawdaż?
(zwróć uwagę, że tego typu konstrukcji (nieprawdaż?, prawda?) jest więcej w tekście i różnią się w zależności od zdania głównego)
be into – interesować się, fascynować się
gripping – porywająca, wciągająca (np. książka)
Sure, I’d love to! – pewnie, z chęcią!
I’m all ears – ‘zamieniam się w słuch’
ordinary – zwykła
grow up – dorastać
accident – wypadek
take drugs – brać narkotyki
they used to live – mieszkały
go sightseeing – zwiedzać
advert – ogłoszenie
temporary job – praca tymczasowa
make an appointment – umówić się na spotkanie (służbowe lub na wizytę u lekarza)
be away from – być poza, z dala od
What a pity – jaka szkoda
get curious – zaciekawić się
perhaps – być może, możliwie
interrupt – przerwać
keep reading – nadal czytać, kontynuować
stay away from – trzymać się z dala
spoil – zepsuć
lock – zamknąć na klucz
locked – zamknięte na klucz
light went off – światło zgasło
keep a secret – dotrzymać tajemnicy
He went on – on kontynuował
The money didn’t matter – pieniądze nie liczyły się
fake a car crash – upozorować wypadek samochodowy
eye-opening – pouczająca
tell apart – rozróżnić
Do you mind if I – czy mogę (dosł.: czy masz coś przeciwko jeśli …)
No, not at all – nie, wcale (oznacza zgodę w odpowiedzi na pytanie: Do you mind…)
Go ahead – śmiało
I don’t read unless I have to – nie czytam, chyba że muszę / jeśli nie muszę
I mean – mam na myśli
encourage – zachęcić
statement – stwierdzenie
be fond of – bardzo lubić
Don’t mention it – nie ma o czym mówić
diligent – pilna
I do my best – staram się, robię co w mojej mocy
Bye for now – na razie
a good sense of humour – duże poczucie humoru
depend on – polegać na
get on very well – mieć dobre relacje, zgadzać się
apologise – przeprosić
excitedly – z przejęciem, z podekscytowaniem
SENTENCJE W J. ANGIELSKIM DLA KL. VII i VIII
Every master was once a beginner – Każdy mistrz był kiedyś początkującym.
Robin S. Sharma
True love isn’t found. It’s built – Prawdziwej miłości się nie znajduje. Ją się buduje.
unknown
Reading is to the mind, what exercise is to the body – Czytanie jest dla umysłu tym, czym ćwiczenia dla ciała.
Joseph Addison
Wealth is the slave of a wise man. The master of a fool – Bogactwo jest niewolnikiem mądrego człowieka. Panem głupca.
Seneka Młodszy
Follow your heart, but take your brain with you – Idź za głosem serca, ale rozum zabieraj ze sobą.
Alfred Adler
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
Good music doesn’t have an expiration date – Dobra muzyka nie ma daty utraty ważności.
Kushandwizdon
A mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work if it doesn’t open – Umysł jest jak spadochron. Nie działa, jeśli się nie otwiera
Frank Zappa
If you can’t do great things, do small things in a great way – Jeśli nie potrafisz (nie możesz) robić wielkich rzeczy, rób małe rzeczy we wspaniały sposób.
Napoleon Hill
Don’t worry about failures, worry about the chances you miss when you don’t even try – Nie martw się porażkami, martw się szansami, które stracisz, jeśli nawet nie spróbujesz
Jack Canfield
Good friends are like angels. You don’t have to see them to know they are there – Dobrzy przyjaciele są jak anioły. Nie musisz ich widzieć, żeby wiedzieć, że (tam) są.
unknown
PIOSENKI DLA KL. VII i VIII
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- Sia – Courage To Change
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5QfyF9pkHU
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,sia,courage_to_change.html
- Ava Max – OMG What’s Happening
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oasXHGOGlek
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,ava_max,omg_what_s_happening.html
- Bruno Mars – Talking To The Moon
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,bruno_mars,talking_to_the_moon_1.html
- Alan Walker – Different World feat. Sofia Carson, K-391 & CORSAK +
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-PJmmvyP10
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,alan_walker,different_world_feat__sofia_carson__k_391__corsak.html
- Adele – Million Years Ago
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjOYcpR9abk&list=RDMMxjOYcpR9abk&start_radio=1
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,adele,million_years_ago.html
- Sia – Unstoppable
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMU1EDzyw-g
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,sia,unstoppable.html
- P!nk, Willow Sage Hart – Cover Me In Sunshine
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LXS6zSdGwE
https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,pnk,cover_me_in_sunshine_feat__willow_sage_hart_.html
MATERIAŁY PRZYGOTOWAWCZE DLA SZKOŁY BRANŻOWEJ I STOPNIA
Edycja wiosenna 2021
THE SURVIVAL BOOK.
‘Wow! You are reading a book, young man,’ an elderly lady said to Mark.
They were sitting on a London Underground train, which was full of people.
‘Reading is not popular among teenagers’ continued the woman.
‘But I love books,’ said Mark
‘Great!’ answered the woman. ‘Reading is really important. But most young people today don’t read at all and they choose more attractive and effortless forms of spending their time. You know, they watch TV, surf the Internet or play computer games. Just look around.’
Indeed, most of the young people in the carriage were looking at their smartphones or iPhones.
‘I’m not interested in that stuff,’ said Mark. ‘And I never go by tube without a book, in case I am stuck there for hours.’
Suddenly, they heard a loud noise, the train stopped and the lights went out. It got dark. At first, it was very quiet for a second or two. Then, people started to scream, swear and pray.
‘What’s going on?’ somebody shouted.
‘The train broke down,’ another voice answered. ‘And we’re stuck forever!’
Some people wanted to make calls to their friends and families or send text messages but they couldn’t because there was no reception.
A few minutes later a very calm voice said, ‘Ladies and gentlemen, we are having a slight technical problem.’ It was a conductor. ‘There is absolutely no need to panic,’ he added. ‘Just sit and wait, please.’
Almost immediately, all the people calmed down. Some of them started to watch films on their devices. But soon the batteries ran out.
They waited and waited and then got bored.
‘Could you tell us the story to pass the time?’ the elderly lady asked Mark politely.
‘Sure,’ answered Mark.
Some young people gathered around Mark to listen. Then he started the story:
∞
The story begins at Heathrow Airport. It is busy, as usual. A lot of people are arriving, leaving, or waiting for planes. Tom, who is the main character in the story, is sitting and reading a newspaper in the departure lounge. He doesn’t like airports and he’s always nervous when he flies. Then, the young man hears an announcement over the loudspeakers. British Airways announce the departure of his flight and ask the passengers to go to the gate for boarding. So he picks up his suitcase and walks towards the gate. Soon, he is on board and looks out of the window. The plane rises into the air.
Now Tom is on his way to Istanbul.
He takes out a letter and reads it for the tenth time. It’s from his fiancée Angela. She says she is happy that Tom can come and visit her for holiday. Angela also mentions that life in Istanbul is very interesting and she is enjoying her work (by the way: Angela works for a small company which is starting to send goods to England. She’s making all the arrangements). She misses him very much. The girl also says in her letter that she has to work on the day he arrives so she can’t come to the airport to meet him. She tells Tom to take a taxi from the Air Terminal to the Park Hotel in the new part of the city. She’ll meet him there at 5 o’clock. They’ll meet in the American Bar.
During the journey, a young man in the next seat starts talking to Tom. His name is Kemal and he lives in Istanbul. His parents have a shop there. He’s studying in London and now he’s going home for a holiday. Kemal gives Tom his phone number in case he needs anything.
Then the plane lands, Tom goes through Customs and Immigration and walks towards the airport exit. He gets on a bus waiting outside the airport, and sits down beside the window. Soon they are driving past the old city walls. Tom feels excited, he sees old mosques and street markets. The bus approaches the centre of old Istanbul, and stops at the traffic lights.
A car brakes beside the bus. The door opens and two men with a woman get out. Tom sees her and jumps to his feet. It is Angela!
‘Angela!’ Tom shouts. ‘Angela! Here!’
He knocks on the bus window. Suddenly the traffic lights change and the bus moves forward. Tom runs to the back of the bus. Angela and the two men are going into a building. ‘Angela!’ Tom shouts again. But it’s too late, she doesn’t hear him.
‘What a surprise,’ he thinks. He decides to tell her when he sees her in the evening.
Then the bus arrives at the Air Terminal. There are some taxis and Tom gets into one. He tells the driver to take him to the Park Hotel.
At a quarter past four, the taxi arrives in the square. Tom pays the driver, gets out of the taxi and goes into the hotel. He finds the American Bar and sits down at a table on the terrace. The young man orders some drinks and waits for Angela. He looks down over the city of Istanbul and admires beautiful views: the sea with ships, as well as the mosques and palaces in the distance.
Tom looks at his watch. It is nearly five o’clock. A man in a grey raincoat is sitting at a table. There is a newspaper in front of him, and from time to time he looks at it. But the man isn’t reading the newspaper — he is watching Tom.
It is now twenty past five. Tom sits in the evening sunshine. He looks at his watch again, and waits. Half past five. Quarter to six. It is getting dark. ‘Strange,’ thinks Tom. ‘Angela isn’t usually late.’ He decides to phone his fiancée. He goes into the hotel and finds a telephone beside the reception.
∞
Mark stops telling the story for a moment and says, ‘There weren’t any mobile phones or smartphones at that time. Can you imagine that?’ And then he continues:
∞
Tom dials Angela’s number. The phone rings and rings, but nobody answers it. So Tom picks up his suitcase and leaves the hotel. The man in the grey raincoat also walks out into the street.
Tom walks along a narrow, quiet street and finds Angela’s address.
The building has a large glass door. Tom pushes it, but it is locked. There is no bell so he knocks on the door. Nothing happens. He looks up. All the windows are black. There is no light anywhere in the building. Tom becomes impatient and worried now. ‘Angela,’ he says to himself. ‘Angela! Where are you?’
A short distance away, the man in the grey raincoat is standing in a dark doorway and watching Tom.
Tom doesn’t know what to do… He needs a hot bath and a good sleep. The young man remembers seeing one or two small hotels on his way. Finally, he finds the Ankara Hotel and rents a single room there. It is small but clean, and it looks comfortable. Tom feels very tired after his long journey and unhappy. ‘But I saw Angela,’ he thinks. ‘I saw her from the bus!’ He decides to go to Angela’s office in the morning and find out what has happened. He hopes there’s a simple explanation and soon falls asleep.
The man in the grey raincoat dials a number, and then he speaks. ‘He waited at the Park Hotel and then he went to the girls flat,’ he says. ‘Now he’s in the Ankara Hotel . . . Yes, yes of course I will.’
In the morning, Tom feels much better. He takes a taxi to the office where Angela works.
He sees a grey building with the sign ‘Export/Import Agency’ above the door and goes in. Tom meets Mr Dunya there, and explains to him that he is looking for his fiancée. Mr Dunya looks very embarrassed and says that he has some very bad news: Angela is dead. It was a car accident. She was driving along a dangerous road and her car went off the road and fell down the hillside.
Tom is shocked, white-faced and unable to speak. And to his surprise, Mr Dunya says the accident happened a week ago.
‘But that’s impossible!’ says Tom. ‘I saw Angela in the street yesterday!’
Mr Dunya explains that Istanbul is a big city and there must be hundreds of women who look like Tom’s fiancée. He also says that the British Consulate has made all the arrangements for the funeral. Her parents don’t know about the tragedy yet. They are on a camping holiday in France and the police are trying to contact them.
The two men shake hands and Tom leaves the office.
He walks slowly through the crowded streets of old Istanbul. The streets are busy, and full of interesting people, shops and cafés. But Tom doesn’t see any of those things. He is thinking of Angela.. He is sure he saw her the day before.
Tom looks in his pocket and finds Kemal’s telephone number. He phones him and asks to meet together. Soon, Kemal comes.
They are sitting in the American Bar at the Park Hotel and talking. Kemal believes Tom and decides to help him.
First, they go by car to the place where Tom saw Angela. After some time, they find the traffic lights, the street and then the building with its big entrance. They look at the name plate beside the entrance. There are many names there; a lawyer, a dentist, a doctor and many other offices. Tom is sure Angela went into this building. But which office did she go to? Kemal says that his new friend shouldn’t expect to find out everything immediately. He should wait until he sees the man at the Consulate. Tom has an appointment for that afternoon and Kemal drives him there.
At the reception desk Tom says he would like to see Mr Pennington. After a few minutes, a tall man with glasses comes to meet him. He knows about the tragedy and expresses his condolences. Mr Pennington gives Tom copies of the report on the accident. And this time Tom tries to convince the consul that he saw Angela the day before. But the man can’t believe him.
‘How did they identify the body after the accident?’ asks Tom.
Pennington explains that it was difficult because the car burst into flames. But the police found Angela’s handbag lying near the car, with her passport and papers. Mr Pennington advises Tom to go back to London. The two men shake hands and Tom leaves the Consulate.
So now Tom is confused and he doesn’t know what to do.
‘How long have you been in Istanbul?’ asks Kemal later.’ You’ve been here less than twenty-four hours. And what has happened to you in this time? You’ve had a terrible shock.’
Kemal suggests going to the Topkapi Palace where they can walk through the beautiful gardens and think about everything carefully. Then they can decide what to do next. Tom agrees.
The two young men are driving down narrow streets. Then, they get out of the car in a large park and buy an entrance ticket. They go through the gate into the gardens of the Palace. While they are walking down a wide path, Kemal looks around and sees someone following them. There’s a man in a grey raincoat walking behind them. They run through the second gateway, Kemal leads Tom to the entrance of the Treasury, and the man is still following them. So they decide to separate. ‘The man won’t be able to follow both of us,’ says Kemal. He goes back to his car and Tom takes a taxi to his hotel.
It’s seven o’clock when Tom arrives at the hotel. He hurries upstairs and locks the door. The young man feels tired and nervous. For a long time he lies on the bed, listening to the noises in the street outside, and thinking about one person – Angela.
Suddenly, the phone rings loudly. Tom jumps to his feet and picks up the receiver. He hears a woman’s voice. It is one of Angela’s friends – Julie. Tom doesn’t know her, but she wants to meet somewhere because she has something to tell him. They decide to talk in the American Bar at the Park Hotel.
There are only a few people in the American Bar when Tom goes in. He sits down at a table by a window. From there he can see everyone who comes through the door. ‘Who is Julie? What does she want?’ he thinks. Tom will find out soon.
A few minutes later, a girl with long blonde hair comes in. She looks round the bar, then walks over to Tom’s table. It is Julie. She recognises Tom from the photo which Angela showed her.
Julie says that she was at the British Consulate and spoke to Mr Pennington, who told her the name of Tom’s hotel. She thinks that there’s something strange going on. Julie tells Tom that she met Angela at a party soon after she arrived and they became good friends. At the beginning, she was happy. They used to have lunch together, and go sightseeing. Angela enjoyed her job, and she liked working for her boss Mr Dunya. But later, Angela seemed worried about something — she didn’t want to talk about it. Julie remembers that one day they were together in a restaurant, and suddenly Dunya came in. The moment Angela saw him, she became nervous. Julie thinks that her friend was afraid of him.
Tom tells Julie that he saw his fiancée while she was going into a building with two men. But he doesn’t know which office she entered. Julie remembers that Angela was ill; she had a virus. She was getting pills from a doctor. That explains it – she needed more pills, or treatment. So, she was going to see a doctor!
Tom wants to go and ask the doctor some questions.
‘Be careful, Tom,’ Julie says.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Just be careful,’ she repeats. ‘Something strange is happening. It could be dangerous for you if you ask too many questions.’
Tom is almost sure now that Angela didn’t have an accident. He decides not to leave Istanbul until he finds her.
Later that evening Tom phones Kemal, and tells him about his meeting with Julie.
Kemal listens and then he says, ‘I think I know what’s happening.’ He puts all the facts together: Angela was working for Mr Dunya, then she was worried about something at work.
‘And now she has disappeared, hasn’t she?’ Kemal continues. He thinks it wasn’t an accident and Angela is alive. She is somewhere in Istanbul, imprisoned by Dunya.
Kemal is sure that the man in a grey raincoat and Dunya have been watching Tom since he arrived in Istanbul.
Kemal has a clever plan …
Next morning, Tom checks out of his hotel. He says goodbye to the receptionist and then takes a taxi to Dunya’s office. Tom tells him that he is leaving Istanbul and going back to London so he wants to say goodbye. The men shake hands. ‘Have a good journey,’ Dunya says. Tom gets into the taxi and goes to the airport. Another car is following him.
At the airport Tom asks about the flight to London, but he doesn’t check in. He sits down and starts reading his newspaper. Then there is an announcement over the loudspeakers. The British Airways announce the departure of the flight for London and ask the passengers to proceed to the gate for boarding. Tom goes into the crowd of people and walks towards passport control. Suddenly he turns and goes into the toilet and waits there. He hears the final announcement but he doesn’t move.
The man in the grey raincoat walks over to the telephone and dials a number. ‘Hello? I saw him leave. Yes, he’s on the plane.’
Some time later, Tom goes by taxi to Kemal’s flat.
Now they can start looking for Angela. They make plans to follow Dunya to find out where he lives. Kemal gives Tom a false moustache, a wig and dark glasses. Nobody will recognise him now.
In the evening, Tom and his new friend sit in the car waiting patiently. They can see the entrance to Dunya’s office. Soon, he comes out of the building, gets into his Mercedes car and then drives along the street. Kemal’s car is following him all the time. For twenty minutes they drive towards the suburbs of the city, then turn into a quiet street of private villas. The Mercedes drives through the gates of a large villa, which is surrounded by trees and bushes. The car drives up to the house and the gates close behind it.
Now the two young men know where Dunya lives. They think that Angela is in the villa, but they can’t get in there.
Tom remembers what Julie said: Angela was worried about something at work. So what they are looking for must be in the office.
Kemal has another plan …
The next day Kemal takes some goods from his parents’ shop, asks his brother to phone Mr Dunya at the arranged time, and then goes to his office. There, Kemal tells Dunya that he wants to sell him the goods, which are beautiful ornaments, very cheaply because he needs some money quickly. Mr Dunya buys a lot of the ornaments from him. Then, they carry the goods to the store at the back of the office. When they are in the store, the telephone in the office rings. So Dunya goes out for a moment. Now Kemal can look round the store. There are some table lamps, which are cut in half and the inside is removed. The young man looks out of the window and he can see a small courtyard with a wall at the end. There is also a building opposite. Kemal is sure that it belongs to Dunya.
Later, Kemal tells Tom about his visit in the office, and he says that the wall isn’t too high and it won’t be difficult to climb over…
The next night, Tom and Kemal go to explore the area which belongs to Dunya. The friends drive across the city, then they park the car two blocks from the store, and walk along the dark streets. Tom’s heart is beating fast. They approach the courtyard wall and look around. The area is empty. Somewhere in the distance a dog barks. They climb over the wall, and move very slowly towards the window of the store. They can hear people talking and moving inside. This is their only chance to find out what is happening. There are some men in the store. One of them is working with a table lamp, which is cut in half. He puts a small plastic bag inside the lamp. Then he fixes the two halves of the lamp together again. Tom looks at all the stuff on the table in the store. Suddenly, he understands what is happening: they’re smuggling drugs in the ornaments!
Tom steps back from the window. He puts his foot on a stone and slips. His hand knocks against a piece of wood. The piece of wood falls to the ground with a loud crash.
At that moment the light comes on, the door opens, and the men run out from the store. Tom and Kemal try to escape but the men catch them. A few seconds later Tom and Kemal are prisoners. They are taken into the store, where Dunya is standing with a gun in his hand. He recognizes them and becomes very angry. He says, ‘So, you have seen all this.’ He points to the plastic bags and the ornaments. ‘Very clever of you. We should have killed the English girl before. Then this would never have happened.’ Dunya decides to take Tom and Kemal to his villa. During their journey, he tells his prisoners that Angela is kept in the villa. Dunya didn’t kill her but he has no choice now, because the young people know too much about his business.
It turns out that Angela was very useful at the beginning. She helped to arrange the export of the goods to England. She didn’t know anything about the real business. But one day, she left something in the office, and came back for it in the evening. She saw what they were doing. After that, Dunya could not let her go.
The car drives in through the gates of the villa, up to the house. They get out of the car. There is one small light above the front door of the villa. Tom looks around — he is looking for a way to escape. Dunya sees it. ‘If you try to escape, I’ll shoot you,’ he says. Suddenly, a blinding light comes on. ‘Stop!’ shouts a voice, and some men are running towards them. It’s the police. ‘We are safe,’ says Kemal. Then, the door of the villa opens and a girl runs out. She sees Tom and his friend. They are very happy and touched. The three young people talk about their fears and worries. Tom says that Kemal has been wonderful, and without his help, they wouldn’t be here now. They watch as Dunya and his men are taken to a police car. ‘But how did the police know what was happening?’ asks Tom.
∞
At this point Mark stopped telling the story. ‘I haven’t finished the book, yet,’ he explained.
‘Oh, no!’ shouted a disappointed voice. ‘We are curious about the ending. And how did the police know what was happening?’
‘Let’s arrange the light to read the ending,’ another voice said.
All the people around started to take out lighters and matches, someone even found a torch. They lit the text, and Mark could read aloud.
∞
At that moment a car drove up to the villa. A man got out of the car and walked towards them. He smiled.
‘Hello, Mr Smith,’(Tom’s surname) he said. ‘We meet again.’
‘Mr Pennington!’ smiled Tom.
Later that night, Tom, Kemal and Angela were relaxing. They were sitting in Mr Pennington’s flat in the Consulate building. David Pennington was telling them what had happened.
‘Julie came to see me here at the Consulate,’ he explained. ‘She told me about her conversation with Tom. Then I was convinced that Tom’s story was true. I contacted the Turkish police again. After that I tried to contact you, Tom, but you had left your hotel. We thought you’d gone back to England.’
‘No,’ smiled Tom. He looked at Angela. ‘I had some urgent business here in Istanbul.’
They all laughed. (…)
‘I was terribly worried on the Monday you were arriving in Istanbul,’ said Angela. ‘Dunya knew you were coming because I had told him earlier. And I knew he was going to send someone to follow you. I was terribly worried.’ (…)
‘What about the car accident?’ said Kemal. ‘How did they arrange that? I wonder whose body was in the burnt out car?’
There was silence while they thought about that. ‘The police will have to find that out,’ said Pennington finally.
‘lt was a very clever plan of Dunya’s,’ said Tom. ‘Very clever.’ (…)
‘Well — it’s over now,’ said Angela. She turned to Tom. ‘Do you remember the letter I wrote to you Tom? I said that life here in Istanbul is very interesting. I was right, wasn’t I?’
They all laughed.
‘Yes,’ said Tom, ‘a little bit too interesting for me! After all this, do you know what I want?’
‘What?’
‘I want a really dull, uninteresting holiday in Istanbul!’
∞
At that moment, a rescue team arrived to help people on the train.
‘Wait a moment, please,’ shouted one of the boys. ‘I’d like to listen to the end of the story.’
Everybody laughed.
‘It was the end,’ said Mark. ‘And I can lend you the book if you want.’
*** THE END ***
[Materiał własny; zawiera cytaty z Meet Me in Istanbul, Richard Chisholm, Wyd. Macmillan Heinemann 2005 (rozróżnione czcionką Calibri)]
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survival – przetrwanie
survival book – tutaj: książka, która umożliwiła przetrwanie
elderly lady – starsza pani
underground – metro
among – wśród
effortless – łatwy, nie wymagający wysiłku
look around – rozejrzeć się
indeed – rzeczywiście
most – większość
carriage – wagon
stuff – rzeczy, sprawy
tube – metro (potocznie)
in case – na wypadek
be stuck – utknąć
in case I am stuck – na wypadek, gdybym utknął
suddenly – nagle
the lights went out – światła zgasły
It got dark – zrobiło się ciemno
scream – krzyczeć, wrzeszczeć
swear – przeklinać
pray – modlić się
What’s going on? – co się dzieje?
break down – zepsuć się
reception – tutaj: zasięg (np. w telefonie),
slight – nieznaczny, drobny
almost – prawie
immediately – natychmiast
calm down – uspokoić się
run out – wyczerpać się, skończyć się
pass the time – spędzać czas, ‘zabijać’ czas
gather – gromadzić się
plot – fabuła, akcja
Heathrow Airport – lotnisko na skraju Londynu (największe w Europie)
busy – tutaj: ruchliwe, zatłoczone
main character – główna postać
departure lounge – hala odlotów (miejsce oczekiwania na samolot)
departure – odjazd, odlot
announcement – ogłoszenie, komunikat
announce – ogłaszać, zapowiadać
gate – tutaj: bramka na lotnisku
boarding – wejście na pokład
on board – na pokładzie
pick up – podnieść
towards – w kierunku
look out (of) – wyglądać (przez)
rise – wznosić się
on the way – w drodze
he is on his way (to) – on jest w drodze (do)
take out – wyjmować, wyciągnąć
fiancée – narzeczona
mention – wspominać, nadmieniać
by the way (BTW) – przy okazji, nawiasem mówiąc
goods – towary
arrangements – przygotowania, ustalenia
Air Terminal – przystanek, z którego kursują autobusy na lotnisko
during – podczas
Customs and Immigration – odprawa celno – imigracyjna
exit – wyjście
get on a bus – wsiadać do autobusu
mosque – meczet
approach – zbliżać się
traffic lights – światła, sygnalizacja świetlna
brake – hamować
jump to one’s feet – podskoczyć, zerwać się ‘na równe nogi’
(zamiast one’s używamy: his, her, our itp., w zależności od osoby)
forward – naprzód
decide – postanowić, zdecydować
get into (a car, a taxi) – wsiąść (do samochodu, taksówki)
get out of (a car, a taxi) – wysiąść (z samochodu, taksówki)
order – zamówić
admire – podziwiać
in the distance – w oddali
It is getting dark – ściemnia się
imagine – wyobrazić sobie
dial a number – wybrać numer
impatient – niecierpliwy
doorway – wejście, brama
remember – pamiętać, przypominać sobie
rent – wynająć
explanation – wyjaśnienie
explain – wyjaśnić
fall asleep – zasypiać
embarrassed – zakłopotany
accident – wypadek
fall down – spaść
hillside – zbocze (wzgórza)
white-faced – pobladły
unable (to) – niezdolny (do), niebędący w stanie
to his surprise – ku jego zdziwieniu
look like – wyglądać jak
funeral – pogrzeb
shake hands – podać sobie dłonie, uścisnąć dłonie (np. na pożegnanie, zgodę)
crowded – zatłoczony
entrance – wejście
name plate – tabliczka z nazwą
expect – oczekiwać
find out – dowiedzieć się
consulate – konsulat
appointment – umówione spotkanie, wizyta (np. u lekarza, prawnika)
express – wyrazić
condolences – kondolencje
convince – przekonać
burst into flames – stanąć w płomieniach
lying – leżąca (lie – leżeć)
advise – radzić
suggest – sugerować
follow (someone) – podążać (za kimś)
separate – rozdzielić się
(he) won’t be able – nie będzie w stanie, nie będzie mógł
pick up the receiver – podnieść słuchawkę
recognise – rozpoznać
used to – wyrażenie używane do określenia czynności, które kiedyś zdarzały się regularnie, ale już się nie zdarzają
They used to have lunch together – kiedyś jadały razem lunch
sightseeing – zwiedzanie
seem – sprawiać wrażenie, wydawać się
treatment – leczenie
until – aż do, dopóki nie
put together – połączyć, skojarzyć
disappear – zniknąć
alive – żywa
imprisoned – uwięziona
check out – wymeldować się (z hotelu)
check in – zgłosić się do odprawy (na lotnisku), zameldować się (w hotelu)
false – tutaj: sztuczne
wig – peruka
patiently – cierpliwie
the suburbs – przedmieścia
surrounded (by) – otoczona (przez)
look for – szukać
arranged time – umówiona pora
ornament – ozdoba
carry – nieść
store – tutaj: magazyn, skład
cut in half – przecięte na pół
inside – wnętrze
removed – usunięte
courtyard – podwórze, dziedziniec
belong – należeć
explore – zbadać, przeszukiwać
area – obszar
block – tutaj: przecznica
beat – bić
bark – szczekać
chance – szansa
fix together – składać razem, przymocować
smuggle – przemycać
drugs – narkotyki
step back – cofnąć się
stone – kamień
slip – poślizgnąć się
knock against – uderzyć się
a piece (of) – kawałek
wood – drewno
crash – trzask, łomot
the light comes on – światło się zapala
prisoner – więzień
we should have killed – powinniśmy byli zabić
this would never have happened – to nigdy by się nie wydarzyło
It turns out – okazuje się
let her go – pozwolić jej odejść
blinding – oślepiające
touched – wzruszony
fear – lęk, obawa
worry – zmartwienie, martwić się
without – bez
they wouldn’t be here – nie byliby tutaj
disappointed – rozczarowany
curious – zaciekawiony, ciekawy
arrange – zorganizować, załatwić
lighter – zapalniczka
match – zapałka
even – nawet
torch – latarka
lit – oświetlić w czasie przeszłym (light – lit)
urgent – pilny, naglący
it’s over – skończyło się
I was right, wasn’t I – miałam rację, nieprawdaż?
dull – nudny
rescue team – ekipa ratunkowa
lend – pożyczyć (komuś)
SENTENCJE W J. ANGIELSKIM DLA SZKOŁY BRANŻOWEJ I STOPNIA
Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body – Czytanie jest dla umysłu tym, czym ćwiczenia dla ciała
Joseph Addison
Wealth is the slave of a wise man. The master of a fool – Bogactwo jest niewolnikiem mądrego człowieka. Panem głupca.
Seneka Młodszy
Follow your heart, but take your brain with you – Idź za głosem serca, ale rozum zabieraj ze sobą.
Alfred Adler
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
Good music doesn’t have an expiration date – Dobra muzyka nie ma daty utraty ważności.
Kushandwizdon
A mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work if it doesn’t open – Umysł jest jak spadochron. Nie działa, jeśli się nie otwiera
Frank Zappa
If you can’t do great things, do small things in a great way – Jeśli nie potrafisz (nie możesz) robić wielkich rzeczy, rób małe rzeczy we wspaniały sposób
Napoleon Hill
Don’t worry about failures, worry about the chances you miss when you don’t even try – Nie martw się porażkami, martw się szansami, które stracisz, jeśli nawet nie spróbujesz
Jack Canfield
Good friends are like angels. You don’t have to see them to know they are there – Dobrzy przyjaciele są jak anioły. Nie musisz ich widzieć, żeby wiedzieć, że (tam) są.
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PIOSENKI DLA SZKOŁY BRANŻOWEJ I STOPNIA
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