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Лучшие сказки мира на английском языке. Уровень 1 / The Best Fairy Tales of the World. Сборник
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isbn 978-5-17-162953-3
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What could I do? Should I jump into the river and hope to save my life by swimming? I looked to the right. In the river there was an immense crocodile waiting to welcome me with its mouth wide open.
I was so afraid that I closed my eyes. I heard branches moving as the tiger jumped. I opened my eyes. What do you think had happened? The tiger had jumped right over me and was now in the jaws of the crocodile. That's a true story, believe it or not!
The Letter-Box Key
Once an Englishman went to the seashore for his summer holidays. He asked his housekeeper to post him all letters that she got during his absence. She promised him to do that.
The Englishman rested very well. A month passed but he got no letters. He thought it was strange and he rang up his housekeeper:
'Why didn't you post my letters?'
'Because you didn't leave me the key of the letter-box,' was the reply.
The Englishman apologized and promised to send her the key. In some days[36] he put the key into an envelope, wrote down his address on it and posted the letter.
Another month passed but still he did not get the letters.
When at the end of the month he came home, he spoke angrily with his housekeeper.
'But what could I do?' asked the poor woman. 'The key which you posted was in the locked letter-box too.'
The Emperor's New Clothes
Many years ago there was an Emperor so fond of[37] new clothes that he spent all his money on new dresses. He did not care about his soldiers, going to the theatre, or going for a ride in his carriage, he only liked to show off[38] his new clothes. He had a coat for every hour of the day.
In the great city where he lived, life was always merry. Every day many strangers came to town, and among them one day came two swindlers. They said they were weavers, and they said they could weave[39] the most magnificent fabrics imaginable. Not only were their colors and patterns unusually fine, but the clothes had a wonderful way of becoming invisible to anyone who was unfit for his office[40], or who was unusually stupid.
'Those would be just the clothes for me,' thought the Emperor. 'If I wore them I would be able to discover which men in my empire are unfit for their posts. And I could tell the wise men from the fools. Yes, I certainly must get some of the clothes for me right away[41].' He paid the two swindlers a large sum of money to start work at once.
They set up two looms and pretended to weave[42], though there was nothing on the looms. All the finest silk and the purest old thread which they demanded[43] went into their traveling bags, while they worked at the empty looms far into the night[44].
'I'd like to know how those weavers are getting on with the cloth,' the Emperor thought, but he felt slightly uncomfortable when he remembered that those who were unfit for their position would not be able to see the fabric. It couldn't be that he doubted himself[45], yet he thought he'd send someone else to see how things were going. The whole town knew about the cloth's special power, and all were impatient to find out how stupid their neighbors were.
'I'll send my honest old minister to the weavers,' the Emperor decided. 'He'll be the best one to tell me how the material looks, for he's a sensible man and no one does his duty better.'
So the honest old minister went to the room where the two swindlers sat working at their empty looms.
'Heaven help me,' he thought as his eyes flew wide open, 'I can't see anything at all'. But he did not say so.
Both the swindlers begged him to be so kind as to come near to approve the excellent pattern, the beautiful colors. They pointed to the empty looms, and the poor old minister stared as hard as he could. He couldn't see anything, because there was nothing to see. 'Heaven have mercy,' he thought. 'Can it be that I'm a fool? I have never thought that, and not a soul must know. Am I unfit to be the minister? I will never say that I can't see the cloth.'
'Don't hesitate[46] to tell us what you think of it,' said one of the weavers.
'Oh, it's beautiful – it's lovely.' The old minister looked through his spectacles. 'Such a pattern, what colors!' I'll be sure to tell the Emperor how delighted[47] I am with it.'
'We're happy to hear that,' the swindlers said. They proceeded to name all the colors and to explain the complicated pattern. The old minister paid the closest attention, so that he could tell it all to the Emperor. And so he did.
The swindlers at once asked for more money, more silk and gold thread, to get on with the weaving. But it all went into their pockets. Not a thread went into the looms, though they worked at their weaving as hard as ever.
The Emperor presently sent another trustworthy[48] official to see how the work progressed and how soon it would be ready. The same thing happened to him that had happened to the minister. He looked and he looked, but as there was nothing to see in the looms he couldn't see anything.
'Isn't it a beautiful piece of clothes?' the swindlers asked him, as they displayed and described their imaginary pattern.
'I know I'm not stupid,' the man thought, 'so it must be that I'm unfit for my office. That's strange. I mustn't let anyone know it, though.' So he praised the material he did not see. He declared he was delighted with the beautiful colors and the elegant pattern. To the Emperor he said, 'It held me spellbound[49].'
All the town was talking of this great cloth, and the Emperor wanted to see it for himself while it was still in the looms. Attended by a band of chosen men, among whom were his two old trusted officials – the ones who had been to the weavers-he set out to see the two swindlers. He found them weaving with might and main[50], but without a thread in their looms.
'Magnificent,' said the two officials already fooled. 'Just look, Your Majesty, what colors! What a design!' They pointed to the empty looms, each supposing that the others could see the stuff.
'What's this?' thought the Emperor. 'I can't see anything. This is terrible!
Am I a fool? Am I unfit to be the Emperor? What a thing to happen to me of all people! – Oh! It's very pretty,' he said. 'It has my highest approval[51].' And he nodded approbation at the empty loom. Nothing could make him say that he couldn't see anything.
His whole retinue stared and stared. One saw no more than another, but they all joined the Emperor in exclaiming, 'Oh! It's very pretty,' and they advised him to wear clothes made of this wonderful cloth especially for the great procession he was soon to lead. 'Magnificent! Excellent! Unsurpassed!' said people everywhere, and everyone did his best to seem well pleased. The Emperor gave each of the swindlers a cross to wear in his buttonhole[52], and the title of 'Sir Weaver.'
Before the procession the swindlers sat up all night and burned more than six candles, to show how busy they were finishing the Emperor's new clothes. They pretended to take the cloth off the loom.
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a man-eating tiger – тигр-людоед
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in some days – через несколько дней
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to be fond of – сильно интересоваться, быть в восторге от чего-либо
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to show off – хвастаться, красоваться
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to weave – ткать
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to be unfit for one's office – быть не на своем месте
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right away – прямо сейчас
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pretended to weave – притворялись, что ткали
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to demand – требовать
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far into the night – до поздней ночи
45
doubted himself – сомневался в себе
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don't hesitate – не сомневайтесь, не стесняйтесь
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to be delighted – быть в восторге
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trustworthy – надежный, заслуживающий доверия
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It held me spellbound – Я очарован
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with might and main – стараясь изо всех сил
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approval – одобрение
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buttonhole – петлица