Базовый курс английского языка - Эккерсли К.Э.
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8. Pedro said that a man who (dressed, clothed, dresses) well, always got on well in business.
9. Mr. Priestley said that it always rained when he (forgets, forgot, forgotten) his umbrella.
10. Hob said he (knows, knew, had known) a funny story about that.
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Olaf Reads Another of His Plays
OLAF: "I have written another little play about those funny neighbours of mine, the Wiggins family May I read it to you?
MR. PRIESTLEY: Please do, Olaf. I am sure we shall all enjoy it.
OLAF: Here it is.
MR. WIGGINS PAINTS THE SITTING-ROOM
scene: The sitting-room of the Wiggins'home. Grandma and Grandpa are seated by the fire. Enter Mrs. Wiggins with a paint-brush, Timothy with a pot of paint, and last Mr. Wiggins having some trouble with a large ladder.
GRANDMA: It certainly is time this room was painted, isn't it, Gfandpa?
GRANDPA: Indeed it is. I hope the job's going to be done properly As 1 always say, if a job's worth doing, it's-er-er. What is it I always say, Grandma?
GRANDMA: If a job's worth doing, it's worth doing properly.
GRANDPA: Ah, yes, that's it. You know, James, if it wasn't for my rheumatism I'd paint the room myself.
MRS. WIGGINS: That's very kind of you, Grandpa, but James will manage; I'll see to that. You know, this is going to brighten up the room for you a lot. James, get up the ladder, and I'll pass the paint up.
TIMOTHY: Oh, look, Daddy nearly fell off.
MRS. WIGGINS: Well, hold the ladder, then, Timothy We don't want your father to fall; paint makes a terrible mess on the floor. Now here's the paint, James. Be careful with it.
GRANDPA: Ah, you've forgotten something already. You haven't stirred the paint.
MRS. WIGGINS: I do think you might have remembered that, James. Pass it down again.
GRANDMA: Grandpa never used to forget a simple thing like that.
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MRS. WIGGINS: Now, here's the paint, Janies. Come on, make a start.
MR. WIGGINS: You haven't handed me the brush yet.
MRS. WIGGINS: Timothy, hand your father the brush.
(Timothy lets go of the ladder and passes up the brush.)
MR. WIGGINS: Here, hold the ladder. I nearly fell.
MRS. WIGGINS: Well, I can't do two things at once.
GRANDMA: You'd better be careful, James. You might get hurt badly if you fell of that ladder.
GRANDPA: A man who helped in my grocer's shop, broke his back falling from that height. He never left his bed again, poor fellow.
MR. WIGGINS: Well, here goes! How's that?
GRANDMA: Oh, what a terrible colour! Surely you're not going to paint the room green. It makes me feel quite ill.
MRS. WIGGINS: I know just what you need, Grandma. Timothy, go and put the kettle on, and we'll make Grandma a nice cup of tea.
(Timothy lets go of the ladder and goes into the kitchen.)
GRANDPA: You're not holding the brush right, James. You won't get a smooth surface like that.
GRANDMA: You always got a beautiful finish, Grandpa.
MR. WIGGINS: Here, who's holding the ladder? It's not safe.
MRS. WIGGINS: Don't make such a fuss, James. Timothy is just getting some tea for poor Grandma. I'll hold the ladder.
GRANDMA: You haven't done much yet, James. I don't know when you will finish at that rate.
GRANDPA: I expect it will be like painting the Forth Bridge. When they've finished at one end, they have to start again at the other, eh?
GRANDMA: At least they don't paint the Forth Bridge green.
MRS. WIGGINS: James, your brush is dripping.
GRANDPA: It's very difficult to clean paint marks off the floor. I've a friend who scrubbed for two hours at a spot of paint and couldn't get it off.
MRS. WIGGINS: You must be more careful, James. Did you hear what Grandma said?
MR. WIGGINS (a strange note in his voice): Yes, I've heard all right what everybody's said.
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GRANDMA: Of course, Grandpa was always a very clean painter. He used to paint our grocer's shop from top to bottom, and there was never a spot to clean.
GRANDPA: The best-looking shop in town, it was.
GRANDMA: You used red and white for it, and very nice the shop looked. People never painted rooms green in my young days. Where's that cup of tea, Nellie? I need something to cheer me up with that horrible colour spreading all over the wall.
MRS. WIGGINS: Timothy, hasn't the kettle boiled yet?
TIMOTHY: Nearly.
MRS. WIGGINS: Well, I'll go and make the tea.
MR. WIGGINS: Nobody's holding this ladder. It's moving all over the place.
GRANDMA: You nearly came off that time, James.
MR. WIGGINS: Well, come and hold the ladder, then.
GRANDMA: Don't shout at us, James. We're not deaf.
GRANDPA: I suppose I'd better help him, though my rheumatism will be back for certain.
GRANDMA: Don't you do it, Grandpa. James will be all right if he takes a bit of care.
GRANDPA: No, I'll do it. 1 don't mind suffering in a good cause. I may be able to give James some useful advice.
MR. WIGGINS: I don't need advice, thank you. All I need is someone to hold the ladder.
MRS. WIGGINS (returning with the tea): Now, don't be ungrateful, James. It's very good of Grandpa to offer advice. Now, here's your cup of tea, Grandma.
