Номер 64, страница 254 - гдз по английскому языку 8 класс учебник Афанасьева, Михеева

Английский язык (english), 8 класс Учебник, авторы: Афанасьева Ольга Васильевна (Afanasyeva Olga), Михеева Ирина Владимировна (Mikheeva Irina), издательство Просвещение, Москва, 2014, белого цвета

Авторы: Афанасьева О. В., Михеева И. В.

Тип: Учебник

Издательство: Просвещение

Год издания: 2014 - 2026

Уровень обучения: углублённый

Цвет обложки: белый

ISBN: 978-5-09-034201-8

Допущено Министерством просвещения Российской Федерации

Unit 6. Newspapers and Television: The World of Mass Media. Reading for Discussion: «How I Became a Writer» (After R. Dahl) - номер 64, страница 254.

№64 (с. 254)
Условие. №64 (с. 254)
К этому заданию есть аудио

38_Exercise_64.mp3

38_Exercise_64.mp3

Number thirty-seven, exercise sixty-four.

Listen to the text. How I became a writer. And try to read it in the same manner.

How I became a writer.

After Roald Dahl.

A fiction writer is a person who invents stories. But how does one start on a job like this, and become a full-time professional writer?

Nowadays, just about every single successful writer has started out in some other job. A schoolteacher perhaps, or a doctor, or a journalist, or a lawyer.

Let me tell you how I myself got in through the back door, and found myself in the world of fiction.

At the age of eight, in nineteen twenty-four, I was sent away to boarding school in a town called Weston-super-Mare, on the southwest coast of England.

Those were days of horror, of fierce discipline, of no talking in the dormitories, no running in the corridors, no this or that or the other. Just rules, rules, and more rules that had to be obeyed.

My memories of school are mostly nightmarish.

My end of term reports contained only uncomplimentary words about my abilities in the subject called English composition.

Only some of the examples are: incapable of putting his words on paper. Vocabulary limited. Idle and illiterate, no interesting ideas.

Little wonder that it never entered my head to become a writer in those days.

When I left school at the age of eighteen in nineteen thirty-four, I turned down my mother's offer – my father died when I was three – to go to university.

Unless one was going to become a doctor, a lawyer, a scientist, an engineer or some other kind of professional person, I saw little point in wasting three or four years at Oxford or Cambridge, and I still hold this view.

Instead, I had a passionate wish to go abroad, to travel, to see distant lands.

So, I got a job at the Shell Oil Company, where they promised me that after two or three years training in England, I would be sent off to a foreign country.

Which one? I asked.

Who knows? The man answered. It depends where there is a vacancy.

It could be Egypt, or China, or India, or almost anywhere in the world.

That sounded like fun. It was fun.

When my turn came to be sent abroad three years later, I was told it would be East Africa.

That journey took two and a half weeks. We went through the Bay of Biscay and called in at Gibraltar.

We headed down the Mediterranean by way of Malta, Naples, and Port Said.

We went through Suez Canal and down the Red Sea.

It was all tremendously exciting. For the first time, I saw great sandy deserts and Arab soldiers on camels and palm trees with dates growing on them, and flying fish and thousands of other marvelous things.

By the summer of nineteen thirty-nine, it became obvious that there was going to be a war with Hitler's Germany.

On the next day after Britain entered the war, I got into my car and drove north to Nairobi in Kenya, to join the R A F.

For six months they trained us in small airplanes called Tiger Moths. And those days were also glorious.

There were twenty of us training to be pilots out there in Nairobi. Seventeen of those twenty were killed during the war.

I myself was shot down. My plane crashed in the Libyan desert and burst into flames, but I managed to get out and was finally rescued by our soldiers.

In nineteen forty-two, my injuries began to give me too much trouble, and I had to stop flying.

They gave me a month's leave and then sent me to Washington D.C. as assistant air attaché. At this point, the United States was already in the war as well.

I was twenty-six years old when I arrived in Washington and still had no thoughts of becoming a writer.

During the morning of my third day, I was sitting in my new office at the British Embassy when there was a knock on the door.

Come in.

A very small man with thick spectacles entered the room.

Forgive me for bothering you, he said. My name is Forester. C. S. Forester.

I nearly fell out of my chair.

Are you joking? I said.

No, he said, smiling. That's me.

And it was. It was the great writer himself.

Look, he said. A magazine called The Saturday Evening Post will publish any story I write. I have a contract with them, and I have come to you because I think you might have a good story to tell. I mean about flying.

Come and have lunch with me, he said, and while we're eating, you can tell me all about it.

Tell me your most exciting adventure. I'll write it up for The Saturday Evening Post. The Americans should know more about this war and help us.

I was thrilled. I had never met a famous writer before.

In the small French restaurant we took roast duck with vegetables and potatoes. The dish required so much attention, that I found it difficult to talk.

And apart from that, I have never been good at telling stories aloud.

Look, I said. If you like, I'll try to write down on paper what happened and send it to you. Then you can rewrite it properly yourself in your own good time. Wouldn't that be easier? I could do it tonight.

That, though I didn't know it at the time, was the moment that changed my life.

That night I sat down and wrote my story. For the first time in my life, I became totally absorbed in what I was doing. I floated back in time and once again, I was in the hot desert of Libya. Everything came back to me.

Writing it down on paper was not difficult, the story seemed to be telling itself.

When it was finished, I gave it a title. I called it A Piece of Cake.

The next day, I sent it off to Mr. Forester. Then I forgot all about it.

Exactly two weeks later, I received a reply from the great man.

It said:

Dear R. D.

You were meant to give me notes, not a finished story. Your piece is marvelous. It is the work of a gifted writer. I didn't touch a word of it.

You will be happy to hear that the Post accepted it immediately and have paid one thousand dollars. I enclose the check, it's all yours. The Post is asking if you will write more stories for them. I do hope you will.

Did you know you were a writer?

With my best wishes and congratulations, C. S. Forester.

38_Exercise_64.mp3

Number thirty-seven, exercise sixty-four.
Номер тридцать семь, упражнение шестьдесят четыре.

Listen to the text. How I became a writer. And try to read it in the same manner.
Послушайте текст. Как я стал писателем. И попробуйте прочитать его в той же манере.

How I became a writer.
Как я стал писателем.

After Roald Dahl.
По Роальду Далю.

A fiction writer is a person who invents stories. But how does one start on a job like this, and become a full-time professional writer?
Писатель-фантаст – это человек, который придумывает истории. Но как начать такую работу и стать профессиональным писателем, работающим полный рабочий день?

Nowadays, just about every single successful writer has started out in some other job. A schoolteacher perhaps, or a doctor, or a journalist, or a lawyer.
В наши дни почти каждый успешный писатель начинал с какой-то другой работы. Возможно, школьный учитель, или врач, или журналист, или юрист.

Let me tell you how I myself got in through the back door, and found myself in the world of fiction.
Позвольте мне рассказать, как я сам попал с черного хода и оказался в мире художественной литературы.

At the age of eight, in nineteen twenty-four, I was sent away to boarding school in a town called Weston-super-Mare, on the southwest coast of England.
В возрасте восьми лет, в тысяча девятьсот двадцать четвертом году, меня отправили в школу-интернат в городке под названием Уэстон-сьюпер-Мэр, на юго-западном побережье Англии.

Those were days of horror, of fierce discipline, of no talking in the dormitories, no running in the corridors, no this or that or the other. Just rules, rules, and more rules that had to be obeyed.
То были дни ужаса, жесточайшей дисциплины, никакого разговора в спальнях, никакого бега по коридорам, никакого того, сего или другого. Только правила, правила и еще раз правила, которым нужно было подчиняться.

My memories of school are mostly nightmarish.
Мои воспоминания о школе в основном кошмарны.

My end of term reports contained only uncomplimentary words about my abilities in the subject called English composition.
Мои отчеты по окончании семестра содержали только нелестные слова о моих способностях по предмету, называемому английское сочинение.

Only some of the examples are: incapable of putting his words on paper. Vocabulary limited. Idle and illiterate, no interesting ideas.
Вот лишь некоторые примеры: неспособен изложить свои мысли на бумаге. Ограниченный словарный запас. Ленивый и безграмотный, никаких интересных идей.

Little wonder that it never entered my head to become a writer in those days.
Неудивительно, что в те дни мне и в голову не приходило стать писателем.

When I left school at the age of eighteen in nineteen thirty-four, I turned down my mother's offer – my father died when I was three – to go to university.
Когда я окончил школу в восемнадцать лет, в тысяча девятьсот тридцать четвертом году, я отклонил предложение матери – мой отец умер, когда мне было три года – пойти в университет.

Unless one was going to become a doctor, a lawyer, a scientist, an engineer or some other kind of professional person, I saw little point in wasting three or four years at Oxford or Cambridge, and I still hold this view.
Если только ты не собирался стать врачом, юристом, ученым, инженером или каким-либо другим профессионалом, я не видел особого смысла тратить три или четыре года в Оксфорде или Кембридже, и я до сих пор придерживаюсь этой точки зрения.

Instead, I had a passionate wish to go abroad, to travel, to see distant lands.
Вместо этого у меня было страстное желание поехать за границу, путешествовать, увидеть далекие страны.

So, I got a job at the Shell Oil Company, where they promised me that after two or three years training in England, I would be sent off to a foreign country.
Поэтому я устроился на работу в нефтяную компанию Shell, где мне пообещали, что после двух-трех лет обучения в Англии меня отправят в зарубежную страну.

Which one? I asked.
В какую? – спросил я.

Who knows? The man answered. It depends where there is a vacancy.
Кто знает? – ответил мужчина. – Зависит от того, где будет вакансия.

It could be Egypt, or China, or India, or almost anywhere in the world.
Это мог быть Египет, или Китай, или Индия, или почти любая другая страна мира.

That sounded like fun. It was fun.
Это звучало забавно. Так оно и было.

When my turn came to be sent abroad three years later, I was told it would be East Africa.
Когда через три года пришла моя очередь отправиться за границу, мне сказали, что это будет Восточная Африка.

That journey took two and a half weeks. We went through the Bay of Biscay and called in at Gibraltar.
Это путешествие заняло две с половиной недели. Мы прошли через Бискайский залив и зашли в Гибралтар.

We headed down the Mediterranean by way of Malta, Naples, and Port Said.
Мы направились по Средиземному морю через Мальту, Неаполь и Порт-Саид.

We went through Suez Canal and down the Red Sea.
Мы прошли через Суэцкий канал и вниз по Красному морю.

It was all tremendously exciting. For the first time, I saw great sandy deserts and Arab soldiers on camels and palm trees with dates growing on them, and flying fish and thousands of other marvelous things.
Все это было невероятно захватывающе. Впервые я увидел огромные песчаные пустыни и арабских солдат на верблюдах, и пальмы с растущими на них финиками, и летучих рыб, и тысячи других удивительных вещей.

By the summer of nineteen thirty-nine, it became obvious that there was going to be a war with Hitler's Germany.
К лету тысяча девятьсот тридцать девятого года стало очевидно, что будет война с гитлеровской Германией.

On the next day after Britain entered the war, I got into my car and drove north to Nairobi in Kenya, to join the R A F.
На следующий день после вступления Великобритании в войну я сел в машину и поехал на север, в Найроби, Кения, чтобы вступить в ВВС.

For six months they trained us in small airplanes called Tiger Moths. And those days were also glorious.
Шесть месяцев нас обучали на маленьких самолетах, называемых «Тайгер Моты». И те дни тоже были славными.

There were twenty of us training to be pilots out there in Nairobi. Seventeen of those twenty were killed during the war.
Нас было двадцать человек, обучавшихся на пилотов там, в Найроби. Семнадцать из этих двадцати погибли во время войны.

I myself was shot down. My plane crashed in the Libyan desert and burst into flames, but I managed to get out and was finally rescued by our soldiers.
Меня самого сбили. Мой самолет разбился в Ливийской пустыне и загорелся, но мне удалось выбраться, и в итоге меня спасли наши солдаты.

In nineteen forty-two, my injuries began to give me too much trouble, and I had to stop flying.
В тысяча девятьсот сорок втором году мои травмы стали доставлять мне слишком много проблем, и мне пришлось прекратить летать.

They gave me a month's leave and then sent me to Washington D.C. as assistant air attaché. At this point, the United States was already in the war as well.
Мне дали месячный отпуск, а затем отправили в Вашингтон, округ Колумбия, в качестве помощника военного атташе по вопросам авиации. К этому моменту Соединенные Штаты уже тоже вступили в войну.

I was twenty-six years old when I arrived in Washington and still had no thoughts of becoming a writer.
Мне было двадцать шесть лет, когда я приехал в Вашингтон, и я все еще не думал о том, чтобы стать писателем.

During the morning of my third day, I was sitting in my new office at the British Embassy when there was a knock on the door.
Утром на третий день я сидел в своем новом кабинете в Британском посольстве, когда в дверь постучали.

Come in.
Войдите.

A very small man with thick spectacles entered the room.
В комнату вошел очень невысокий человек в толстых очках.

Forgive me for bothering you, he said. My name is Forester. C. S. Forester.
Простите, что беспокою вас, – сказал он. – Мое имя Форестер. К. С. Форестер.

I nearly fell out of my chair.
Я чуть не свалился со стула.

Are you joking? I said.
Вы шутите? – сказал я.

No, he said, smiling. That's me.
Нет, – сказал он, улыбаясь. – Это я.

And it was. It was the great writer himself.
Так и было. Это был сам великий писатель.

Look, he said. A magazine called The Saturday Evening Post will publish any story I write. I have a contract with them, and I have come to you because I think you might have a good story to tell. I mean about flying.
Смотрите, – сказал он. – Журнал под названием «The Saturday Evening Post» опубликует любую мою историю. У меня с ними контракт, и я пришел к вам, потому что думаю, у вас может быть хорошая история, которую можно рассказать. Я имею в виду про полеты.

Come and have lunch with me, he said, and while we're eating, you can tell me all about it.
Пойдемте пообедаем со мной, – сказал он, – и пока мы будем есть, вы мне все расскажете.

Tell me your most exciting adventure. I'll write it up for The Saturday Evening Post. The Americans should know more about this war and help us.
Расскажите мне о своем самом захватывающем приключении. Я напишу об этом для «The Saturday Evening Post». Американцы должны больше знать об этой войне и помочь нам.

I was thrilled. I had never met a famous writer before.
Я был в восторге. Я никогда раньше не встречал знаменитого писателя.

In the small French restaurant we took roast duck with vegetables and potatoes. The dish required so much attention, that I found it difficult to talk.
В маленьком французском ресторане мы взяли жареную утку с овощами и картофелем. Блюдо требовало столько внимания, что мне было трудно говорить.

And apart from that, I have never been good at telling stories aloud.
И кроме того, я никогда не умел хорошо рассказывать истории вслух.

Look, I said. If you like, I'll try to write down on paper what happened and send it to you. Then you can rewrite it properly yourself in your own good time. Wouldn't that be easier? I could do it tonight.
Слушайте, – сказал я. – Если хотите, я попробую записать на бумаге, что произошло, и пришлю вам. Тогда вы сможете переписать это как следует сами в удобное для вас время. Разве так не будет проще? Я мог бы сделать это сегодня вечером.

That, though I didn't know it at the time, was the moment that changed my life.
Это был тот момент, хотя я и не знал этого тогда, который изменил мою жизнь.

That night I sat down and wrote my story. For the first time in my life, I became totally absorbed in what I was doing. I floated back in time and once again, I was in the hot desert of Libya. Everything came back to me.
В ту ночь я сел и написал свою историю. Впервые в жизни я полностью погрузился в то, что делал. Я перенесся назад во времени и снова оказался в жаркой пустыне Ливии. Все вернулось ко мне.

Writing it down on paper was not difficult, the story seemed to be telling itself.
Записывать это на бумаге было несложно, история, казалось, рассказывала сама себя.

When it was finished, I gave it a title. I called it A Piece of Cake.
Когда она была закончена, я дал ей название. Я назвал ее «Пустяковое дело».

The next day, I sent it off to Mr. Forester. Then I forgot all about it.
На следующий день я отправил ее мистеру Форестеру. Затем я совершенно забыл о ней.

Exactly two weeks later, I received a reply from the great man.
Ровно две недели спустя я получил ответ от великого человека.

It said:
В нем говорилось:

Dear R. D.
Дорогой Р. Д.

You were meant to give me notes, not a finished story. Your piece is marvelous. It is the work of a gifted writer. I didn't touch a word of it.
Вы должны были дать мне заметки, а не законченную историю. Ваше произведение великолепно. Это работа одаренного писателя. Я не тронул ни единого слова.

You will be happy to hear that the Post accepted it immediately and have paid one thousand dollars. I enclose the check, it's all yours. The Post is asking if you will write more stories for them. I do hope you will.
Вам будет приятно узнать, что «Пост» немедленно принял ее и заплатил тысячу долларов. Прилагаю чек, это все ваше. «Пост» спрашивает, будете ли вы писать для них еще истории. Очень надеюсь, что будете.

Did you know you were a writer?
Вы знали, что вы писатель?

With my best wishes and congratulations, C. S. Forester.
С наилучшими пожеланиями и поздравлениями, К. С. Форестер.

скриншот условия
Английский язык (english), 8 класс Учебник, авторы: Афанасьева Ольга Васильевна (Afanasyeva Olga), Михеева Ирина Владимировна (Mikheeva Irina), издательство Просвещение, Москва, 2014, белого цвета, страница 254, номер 64, Условие

64 Listen to the text "How I Became a Writer" (No. 37) and try to read it artistically in the speaker's manner.

Решение. №64 (с. 254)
Английский язык (english), 8 класс Учебник, авторы: Афанасьева Ольга Васильевна (Afanasyeva Olga), Михеева Ирина Владимировна (Mikheeva Irina), издательство Просвещение, Москва, 2014, белого цвета, страница 254, номер 64, Решение

Помогло решение? Оставьте отзыв в комментариях ниже.

Присоединяйтесь к Телеграм-группе @top_gdz

Присоединиться

Мы подготовили для вас ответ c подробным объяснением домашего задания по английскому языку за 8 класс, для упражнения номер 64 расположенного на странице 254 к учебнику 2014 года издания для учащихся школ и гимназий.

Теперь на нашем сайте ГДЗ.ТОП вы всегда легко и бесплатно найдёте условие с правильным ответом на вопрос «Как решить ДЗ» и «Как сделать» задание по английскому языку к упражнению №64 (с. 254), авторов: Афанасьева (Ольга Васильевна), Михеева (Ирина Владимировна), углублённый уровень обучения учебного пособия издательства Просвещение.