Практический курс первого иностранного языка. Домашнее чтение
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Практический курс первого иностранного языка. Домашнее чтение : учебно-методическое пособие для студентов направления «Лингвистика»

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Учебно-методическое пособие рассчитано для студентов 1-2 курсов очной формы обучения направления 45.03.02 «Лингвистика», вид деятельности: переводческая (английское отделение), и имеет целью формирование речевых навыков, навыков работы с художественным аутентичным текстом в соответствии с требованиями ФГОС ВО к содержанию курса.
Рекомендовано к изданию кафедрой английской филологии и перевода. Утверждено первым проректором Тюменского государственного университета.

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INTRODUCTION
PART I. TASK I
PART II. TASK II
PART III. TASK III
PART IV. TASK IV
PART V. TASK V
PART VI. TASK VI
PART VII. TASK VII
LITERATURE

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65 we tracked Monsieur Fox into the kitchen of Crystal Spring (that's a farm where the girls go in bob sleighs and hay wagons for chicken and waffle suppers) and we found the three foxes placidly eating milk and honey and biscuits. They hadn't thought we would get that far; they were expecting us to stick in the barn window. Both sides insist that they won. I think we did, don't you? Because we caught them before they got back to the campus. Anyway, all nineteen of us settled like locusts over the furniture and clamoured for honey. There wasn't enough to go round, but Mrs. Crystal Spring (that's our pet name for her; she's by rights a Johnson) brought up a jar of strawberry jam and a can of maple syrup—just made last week—and three loaves of brown bread. We didn't get back to college till half-past six—half an hour late for dinner—and we went straight in without dressing, and with perfectly unimpaired appetites! Then we all cut evening chapel, the state of our boots being enough of an excuse. I never told you about examinations. I passed everything with the utmost ease—I know the secret now, and am never going to fail again. I shan't be able to graduate with honours though, because of that beastly Latin prose and geometry Freshman year. But I don't care. Wot's the hodds so long as you're 'appy? (That's a quotation. I've been reading the English classics.) Speaking of classics, have you ever read Hamlet? If you haven't, do it right off. It's PERFECTLY CORKING. I've been hearing about Shakespeare all my life, but I had no idea he really wrote so well; I always suspected him of going largely on his reputation. I have a beautiful play that I invented a long time ago when I first learned to read. I put myself to sleep every night by pretending I'm the person (the most important person) in the book I'm reading at the moment. At present I'm Ophelia—and such a sensible Ophelia! I keep Hamlet amused all the time, and pet him and scold him and make him wrap up his throat ...