Номер 1, страница 52 - гдз по английскому языку 11 класс (spotlight) учебник Афанасьева, Дули

Module 3. Responsibility. 3d. Literature - номер 1, страница 52.

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1 What do you know about Charles Dickens? What else would you like to know about him? Write three questions. Read the biography and see if you can answer your questions.

Charles Dickens

(1812-1870)

was born in Hampshire, England, and is considered to be one of the greatest British authors of all time. During his lifetime, he used his great influence to comment on the social wrongs of the Victorian era, particularly those related to the poor in London. In fact, Dickens was no stranger to hardship himself. As a teenager, he was forced to finish school and work in a factory, while his family were in a debtors' prison. This had a profound effect on Dickens and his later writings. Some of Charles Dickens' most well-known and loved novels include Oliver Twist (1839), David Copperfield (1850) and A Tale of Two Cities (1859).

In Great Expectations, a poor 10-year-old orphan named Pip is confronted by a prisoner. This encounter would have a huge impact on Pip's future.

GREAT EXPECTATIONS

"Hold your noise!" cried a terrible voice, as a man jumped out from among the graves at the side of the church porch. "Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat!"

A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron¹ on his leg.

A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints², and stung by nettles, and torn by briars³; who limped, and shivered, and glared and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin.

"Oh! Don't cut my throat, sir," I pleaded in terror. "Please don't do it, sir."

"Tell us your name!", said the man. "Quick!"

"Pip, sir."

"Once more", said the man, staring at me. "Speak up!"

"Pip, Pip, sir."

"Show us where you live", said the man. "Pint out the place!"

I pointed to where our village lay, on the flat in-shore⁴ among the alder-trees and pollards⁵, a mile or more from the church.

The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me upside down, and emptied my pockets. There was nothing in them but a piece of bread. When the church came to itself – for he was so sudden and strong that he made it go head over heels before me, and I saw the steeple under my feet – when the church came to itself, I say, I was seated on a high tombstone, trembling, while he ate the bread ravenously.

"You young dog," said the man, licking his lips, "what fat cheeks you ha' got."

I believe they were fat, though I was at that time small for my years, and not strong.

"I could eat 'em," said the man, with a threatening shake of his head, "and I've half a mind to!"

I earnestly expressed my hope that he wouldn't, and held tighter to the tombstone on which he had put me; partly, to keep myself upon it; partly, to keep myself from crying.

"Now lookee here!" said the man. "Where's your mother?"

"There, sir!", said I.

He jumped, made a short run, and stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"There, sir!", I timidly explained. "Also Georgiana. That's my mother."

"Oh!" said he, coming back. "And is that your father alongside your mother?"

"Yes, sir," said I; "him too; late⁶ of this parish?"

"Ha!" he muttered then, considering. "Who d'ye live with - supposin' I kindly let you live, which I han't made up my mind about?"

"My sister, sir – Mrs Joe Gargery – wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith⁸, sir."

"Blacksmith, eh?", said he. And looked down at his leg.

After darkly looking at his leg and me, several times, he came closer to my tombstone, took me by both arms, and tilted me back as far as he could hold me; so that his eyes looked most powerfully down into mine, and mine looked most helplessly up into his.

"Now lookee here," he said, "the question being whether I let you live. You know what a file is?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you know what wittles⁹ is?"

"Yes, sir."

After each question he tilted me over a little more, so as to give me a greater sense of helplessness and danger.

"You get me a file." He tilted me again. "And you get me wittles." He tilted me again. "You bring 'em both to me." He tilted me again.

"Or I'll have your heart and liver out." He tilted me again.

¹ prison chain, ² hard, greyish-black stone used for making tools ³ wild roses with long, prickly stems, ⁴ area close to a shore, ⁵ trees with their branches cut back, ⁶ used when referring to sb who lived or worked somewhere recently, ⁷ a village or part of a town with its own church & priest, ⁸ sb who makes things out of metal, ⁹ food

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