Номер 55, страница 247 - гдз по английскому языку 8 класс учебник Афанасьева, Михеева

Number thirty-five, exercise fifty-five.

Listen to the text Wilful Nadia and do tasks B and C in your students book.

Wilful Nadia.

In the distant land of glorious palms, sand and camels, where Arab Bedouins move their tents from place to place. There lived a girl whom everyone knew as Nadia the Wilful.

Though she was illiterate and incapable of doing sums, she had a lot of common sense. Obviously, she was a gifted girl.

Her talents were unlimited, but she always had her own way. She was also kind and generous.

Nadia's father, Sheikh Tariq, had six sons beside Nadia. Hamed, the eldest, was his favorite child.

One day, Hamed got on his father's Arabian horse and with some men rode to the West, heading for new grazing grounds for the sheep.

The life of the Bedouins much depended on good grazing grounds. They waited for him for a long time before some news arrived. But that was sad news. Hamed and his people had a battle. Hamed was wounded, his injuries were severe, and he soon died. But the battle was not wasted. Now Sheikh Tariq had a lot of land with good green grass.

Everyone was in grief. Nadia screamed and cried passionately and fiercely, and nobody could stop her for a long time.

Then at some point, Tariq couldn't bear the grief any longer and ordered never to mention his son's name.

I'd punish anyone who will remind me of Hamed, this gift of heavens, which I have lost.

Like the rest, Nadia saw the dangerous flames in her father's eyes and had to obey.

One day, as Nadia idly passed the place where her little brothers were playing, she stopped to watch them. They were absorbed in one of the games that Hamed had taught her. But the little boys were playing it wrong.

Without thinking, Nadia called out to them, you're wasting your time. That's not the way Hamed taught me to play it.

And she told them Hamed's rules of the game, and she told them of other marvelous games Hamed had taught her.

The more Nadia spoke of Hamed, the better she remembered him, and those memories filled her heart.

And then she went to her father and bravely spoke to him.

Talking of Hamed helps me to remember him, she said, and began speaking of Hamed to her father. She spoke of their walks and jokes, and what he had taught her, and the marvelous stories he had told her. Nadia's words made the Sheikh cry, but they also made him feel better. It was like Hamed was with them again.

Tell my people to come before me, he said. I have something to say to them.

When all were assembled, Tariq said, from this day forward, let my daughter Nadia be known not as wilful, but as wise. For she has given me back my beloved son.

And so it was. And Hamed lived again in the hearts of those who remembered him.