Номер 53, страница 69 - гдз по английскому языку 8 класс учебник Афанасьева, Михеева

Number ten, exercise fifty-three.

Listen to the text, Let there be peace, and do tasks B and C in your student's book.

Let there be peace.

A wise old gentleman retired and bought a small house in new surroundings. There was a junior school nearby. He spent the first few weeks in his new home in peace, reading books about legendary historic characters, works of great philosophers, and even fairy tales full of wizards and witches.

Occasionally, some people passed his house. Evidently, they were going to the school to enroll their children there. Rarely in the morning he could see the school caretaker near the solid stone wall of the school yard.

Then a new school year began. The next afternoon, three young boys, full of youthful after-school enthusiasm, came down his street. They were messing around, beating loudly on every trash can there was. That continued day after day.

The wise old gentleman didn't like that awful noise. He understood he couldn't force the children to stop it. It wasn't even possible to warn them. They wouldn't listen and would be able to make his life even worse. But something had to be done.

Concentrating on this complicated problem, the wise old gentleman thought of a plan and hoped it would work. What do you think he decided to do?

The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the three boys.

Stopping them, he said:

Old Gentleman: You kids have a lot of fun. I like to see you express your feelings like that.

When I was your age, I used to do the same thing, and not too rarely, I assure you.

Will you do me a favor?

I'll give you each a dollar if you promise to come around every day and do your thing.

The kids were happy.

After a few days, the old man greeted the kids again. But this time, there was a sad smile on his face.

Old Gentleman: We are living in hard times.

He said:

Old Gentleman: And I'm not made of money.

From now on, I'll only be able to pay you fifty cents to beat on the bins.

The noise makers were very displeased, but they agreed to continue their afternoon concerts.

A few days later, the gentleman talked to the boys again.

Old Gentleman: Look.

He said:

Old Gentleman: I haven't got my money yet, so I won't be able to give you more than twenty-five cents. Will that be okay?

Boys: What? Twenty-five cents?

The boys exclaimed:

Boys: If you think we're going to waste our time bidding these trash cans for this money, you are crazy. No way, mister.

With these words, the boys vanished.

The old gentleman felt quite relieved. He knew that he would enjoy peace and quiet for the rest of his days.