МИНИСТЕРСТВО ОБЩЕГО И ПРОФЕССИОНАЛЬНОГО ОБРАЗОВАНИЯ РОСТОВСКОЙ ОБЛАСТИ
ГОСУДАРСТВЕННОЕ БЮДЖЕТНОЕ ОБРАЗОВАТЕЛЬНОЕ УЧРЕЖДЕНИЕ
СРЕДНЕГО ПРОФЕССИОНАЛЬНОГО ОБРАЗОВАНИЯ
РОСТОВСКОЙ ОБЛАСТИ
«КАМЕНСКИЙ ПЕДАГОГИЧЕСКИЙ КОЛЛЕДЖ»
МЕТОДИЧЕСКАЯ РАЗРАБОТКА
Практический курс английского языка
(домашнее чтение)
Для студентов 3 -4 курсов специальности 050303 Иностранный язык
Г. Каменск-Шахтинский
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Автор (составитель, составители): Попова В.М., преподаватель английского языка высшей квалификационной категории
Рецензенты: Пономарева М.Н., кандидат филологических наук, доцент кафедры ГДиЭ Каменский институт (филиал) ЮРГТУ (НПИ)
Уланова Т.А., кандидат педагогических наук Каменский педагогичский колледж.
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1. Text. – “The last of the Mohicans” by J.F. Cooper………………. 5
2. Text. - “Uncle Tom`s Cabin” by H. Beecher-Stowe……………..11
3. Text. – “Is he living or is he dead?” by Mark Twain……………. 16
4. Text. – “Witches` leaves” by O. Henry…………………………. 23
5. Text. – “Martin Eden” by J. London……………………………. 27
6. Text. – “An American Tragedy” by Th. Dreiser………………... 34
7. Text. – “Home” by L. Hughes…………………………………... 40
8. Text. – “Perhaps we shall meet again” by H. E. Bates………….. 47
9. Text. – “The hungry winter” by Elizabeth H. Middleton………. 59
10. Text. – “Seeing people off” by Max Beerbohm………………... 70
11. Text. – “A man in the way” by Scott Fitzgerald……………….. 72
12. Text. – “The pride of Miss Stella Sibley” by Erskine Caldwell…90
13. Text. – “Peter two” by Irwin Shaw……………………………. 105
JAMES FENIMORE COOPER (1789-1851)
Fenimore Cooper was a 19tti century American writer. His works belong to the trend of Romanticism 1 in literature. He is the first well-known American novelist. Readers everywhere in the world connect his name with his books about the Indians, though he wrote other novels, some of them historical and some about travelling, lie wrote very many books, over thirty.
The main character in all his novels is Leather Stocking, as he was called by the Indians. He was a white man, a hunter,7 named Natty Bumppo. He was just 8 and kind, and though lie was an ordinary man with very little education, he knew much about forest life. He also said that all men, white, black, yellow or roil, were brothers. He was against civilization because he thought it spoilt 0 nature and people. But he brought the Indians knives of English make. He himself preferred to live in the woods far from cities. The Indians, with whom he was very friendly, were closer to him than the white civilized Americans. When he became old, he joined one of the Indian tribes 10 and died there.
THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS
["The Last of the Mohicans" is the second of Fenimore Cooper's books about Leather Stocking. It describes North America of the 18th century when it was colonized 1 by Europeans, who came to live in the best parts of the North-East and drove 2 the Indians, the first inhabitants 3 of the country, from their land. The book tells much about the life and traditions of the Indians. The author shows that Indians, like white men, could be both good and bad. The title of the novel gives the readers quite a definite understanding about the fate 4 of the North-American Indians. The coming of the white men brought death § to them. The main character of the novel is q young Indian, Uncas. It is he that is the last of his tribe, the Mohicans. Natty Bumppo is given here under the name of Hawk-eye.6 ]
On that day, two men were sitting on the bank of a small river. Woods came up to the bank of the river. The sun was not so hot now and the air near the river had become much cooler.
One of the men had the red skin * and the equipment 8 of an Indian, the other man, though sunburnt, had the white skin of a European. The Indian was seated on the end of a fallen tree. His body was painted white and black. On his head there was the well-known scalping tuft 9 and the eagle's plume,10 the mark of an Indian chief.11 A tomahawk 12 and scalping-knife were on his girdle; 13 while a short military rifle 14 of the kind which the whites gave to friendly Indians lay near him.
The Indian was of middle age, but looked a strong and healthy man. The white man's body, though also strong, was very thin. He wore a dark green hunting shirt and a summer cap of skins. He also had a knife on his girdle but no tomahawk. On his feet he had moccasins. A pouch and horn 16 were a part of his equipment, and a long hunting rifle stood near him against a young tree. The eyes of the hunter were small and quick, all the time moving while he spoke, and looking on every side of him as if he was afraid of an attack of the enemy. But his face was kind and open.
"Listen to me, Chingachgook," he said to the Indian. He spoke one of the languages which was known to all the Indians that had lived in the country between the Hudson and the Potomac rivers.
"Your fathers came from the setting sun,1 crossed the big river,2 fought the people of the country, and took the land; and mine came from the red sky of the morning, over the salt lake,3 also fought the people of the country and took the land."
"My father’s fought with the red men!" answered the Indian in the same language. "Is there no difference, Hawk-eye, between tie stone-headed arrows 4 of our men and the leaden bullets 5 with which you kill?"
"The Indian is wise 3 though nature has made him with a red skin!' said the white man. "From what I have seen of hunting, I think a rifle in the hands of the white men was not so dangerous 7 as a bow s and a good stone-headed arrow sent by an Indian hand."
"You have the story told by your fathers," said the other coldly. "What say your old men? Do they tell the young warriors, that the pale-faces met the red men, painted for war, and armed 1 with stone- headed arrows or rifles?"
"Though I am white," said the hunter, "I can say that my people often do things with which, as an honest man, I cannot agree. So I ask you, Chingachgook, what happened when our fathers first met?"
For some minutes the Indian did not speak. Then he began his story.
"Listen, Hawk-eye, and you will understand. It's what my fathers have said, and what the Mohicans have done.
"We came from the place where the sun sets at night, over great plains 2 where the buffaloes 3 live, until we reached the big river. There we fought the Alligewi,4 till the ground was red with their blood5. From the banks of the big river we went to the salt lake. There were none to meet us. The Maquas 0 followed us at a distance. We said the country should be ours. The land we had taken from the enemy we kept like men. We drove the Maquas into the woods with the animals. They could not get fish from the big salt lake, we threw them bones 7 to eat."
"All this I have heard and knew," said the white man when the Indian had stopped; "but it was long before the English came into the country."
"A big tree grew then where another tree now stands. The first pale-faces who came spoke no English. They came in a large canoe,8 when my fathers had buried the tomahawk 8 with the other red men around us. Then, Hawk-eye," he continued with great feeling, "then, Hawk-eye, we were one people, and we were happy. The salt lake gave us its fish, the wood—its animals and the air—its birds. We took wives and they had children. We kept the Maquas far from our lands."
"Do you know anything of your own family at that time?" asked the white man. "You are a wise man for an Indian! And I suppose your fathers were brave warriors and wise men."
"My people are the grandfathers of Indian nations. The blood of chiefs runs in my body, where it must stay for ever. The white men landed and gave my people the fire-water,10 and they drank until the sky and earth seemed to meet, and they thought they were happy. Then they gave their land to the pale-faces. SI 14» by stop 1 they were driven back from the big salt lake and have never visited the land where their fathers were buried. All my family 1«dead,2 they have gone to the land of the spirits.8 I am on the mountain top now and soon must go to the spirits too, and when my son Uncas follows in my steps, there will no longer be any men of Ни» blood of the chiefs, for my boy is the last of the Mohican*."
"Uncas is here!" said another voice. "Who speaks to Uncas?"
The white man made a quick movement of 11 iм hand to L11I10 his rifle, but the Indian sat without turning his head.
The next moment a young warrior passed between them with quiet step, and seated himself on the bank of the quick river,
The father did not show any surprise at the coining of his son, nor was any question asked or any answer given. All the three men sat without speaking for some moments, waiting for the time when they could speak without showing womanish 4 curiosity " or childish impatience.6 At last Chingachgook turned his eyes slowly to Ills son and asked: "Do the Maquas dare 7 to walk about in these woods?"
"I have followed them," answered the young Indian, "and I Know that there are as many of them as there are fingers " on my two hands; but I could not see them."
"They are hiding, they want our scalps," said the while man, whom we shall also call Hawk-eye, like his friends, the Indians, called him. "That French general sends his spies into our woods, he wants to know what road we are travelling."
"That's enough!" said the father, looking at the setting sun; "they shall be driven like animals from our wood. Hawk-eye, let us eat tonight, and show the Maquas that we am men tomorrow."
"I am as ready to do the one as the other," said Haul, eye; "but to fight the Maquas it's necessary to find them; and to eat it`s necessary to kill the animal. But talk of the devil and he will come,"' them are the biggest horns I have seen this summer moving I lie bushes 11 near the river," said the while hunter. "Now, Uncas," lie «null I in a low voice, "I will shoot him between the eyes, and nearer to the right than to the left."
"It cannot be!" said the young Indian, jumping to his foot. "All but the horn is hidden."
"Yes," said Hawk-eye, addressing the father, "but when a hunter sees a part of the animal, he can tell where all his body must be."
The white hunter was just going to show his skill,1 when the young man stopped him. "Hawk-eye! Will you fight the Maquas with us?"
"Yes, I will," answered the hunter, dropping his rifle.
"But you must kill the animal."
"Go, Uncas," said the old Indian.
The old man made a movement with his hand and Uncas threw himself on the ground and moved slowly towards the animal. When he was near enough, he put an arrow to his bow and in another moment the wounded 2 animal jumped out of the trees quite near the feet of his hidden enemy. At the same moment the young warrior jumped up, took out his knife and quickly cut the animal's throat.3
"That was done with Indian skill," said Hawk-eye, "though an arrow kills only at a short distance and needs a knife to finish the work."
At the moment the old Indian bent 4 his body to the ground and listened. "I hear the sounds of feet," he said. "The horses of white men are coming. Hawk-eye, they are your brothers, will you speak to them?"
"That I will, and in English," said the hunter, standing up and looking at the wood. "Yes, here they come."
1. "The Spy" [spai]—«Шпион»
2. independence [indi'pendensj — независимость
3. common [`komon]—простой
4. Leather-Stocking ['leðə 'stokin] novels—романы о Кожаном Чулке
5. "The Last of the Mohicans" ['mouikenz] — «Последний из могикан» (могикане— название одного из индейских племен)
6. "The Pathfinder" ['pa0,fainda] —«Следопыт»
Hunter — охотник
8. just —справедливый
9. Romanticism] – романтизм
Landowner - землевладелец
Estate– поместье
Sailor– матрос
13. spoil [spoil] (spoilt, spoilt)—портить
14. tribe [traib] — племя
15. " representative” - представитель