Outline. 1. In the morning I have a splitting headache and look poorly (you don't look your usual self; I'm not feeling up to much; I hardly slept a wink; I've got a

1. In the morning I have a splitting headache and look poorly (you don't look your usual self; I'm not feeling up to much; I hardly slept a wink; I've got a splitting headache; I've got a bit of temperature; it's time I realized...; it does not agree with me).

2. In the office I can hardly do any work and leave early (to feel ghastly all morning; to throb violently; to go round; to do no good; to run a temperature; to feel hot and shivery; to take the rest of the day off; " You might as well do the same, Pam"; to catch flu).

3. At home I go straight to bed and my wife calls a doctor (to go straight to bed; a hot-water bottle; I couldn't eat a thing; to doze off; to sweat all over).

4. The doctor examines me and says I have flu (to stick a thermometer in one's mouth; to take one's pulse; to listen to one's chest; " Your throat's a bit sore"; to keep smb'in bed for a day or two; to bring one's temperature down; to stay away from work; " Take it easy"; to shake it off in one go; to go back to work; to make a prescription; to feel rotten; " I'll drop in again"; to keep smb well-covered up).

5. I am much better on the third day (to get out of bed; to feel giddy; to feel like reading; to be back to normal; to come back; to be propped up with pillows; to catch up with one's reading; to receive a get-well card).

II. Read the text and retell it in the form of a story. Enlarge on the story making use of the words and word combinations from the previous text " Being HI";

JIM HAS A COLD

Jim Is lying down on a settee by the sitting-room fire. He is not very ill but is very irritable.

Maggie: How are you feeling, Jim? Any better?

Jim: No, I'm afraid the cold's getting worse, Maggie. I think you'd better ring Aunt Emily and tell her we won't be able to make it tomorrow.

Maggie: I wonder how it is you always manage to be ill when it comes to visiting relatives.

Jim; That's quite unfair, Maggie. I haven't had a cold for ages.

Maggie: The last time you had one was when we were invited to Uncle Gilbert's. I remember quite well.

Jim: I really am feeling rotten. Have you bought me any lemons?

Maggie: No, I couldn't get any. But I brought you some grapes instead. Here you are, try some.

Jim: Mm... The ones you bought last week were much sweeter. They were purple. You know I like those better.

Maggie: Well, I'll buy you some purple ones this afternoon. In the meantime you'll have to make do with those green ones. Or perhaps you'd like an orange instead?

Jim: I ate the last one while you were out.

Maggie: You don't seem to have lost your appetite, Jim. Oh, but look here. You haven't had any of your medicine today. You'd better take some right away.

Jim: I had a spoonful this morning and it doesn't seem to have done. me any good.

Maggie: Well, you'd better have another one now. It says one spoonful every three hours. Here you are. (She pours out a spoonful andhands it to him. He spills it.) Oh, dear, you've spilt it all over the pillow-case. Now I'll have to get you another one and I don't think the clean ones have come back from the laundry yet. What a trial you are, Jim.

Jim: Well, just stop fussing, Maggie. I'd be quite all right if I just had some peace. You go into the kitchen and get me some lunch.

Maggie: All right. Jim: (calls out) Maggie!

Maggie: What is it?

Jim: Did you bring any books from the library?

Maggie: Just some detective stories for myself. Here they are.

Jim: Oh, I've read that one and that one as well. You'd better just give me the newspaper.

Maggie: (Maggie hands him the newspaper.) Well, I'll be getting back to the kitchen now.

Jim: (calls out again) Maggie, Maggie!

Maggie: What is it this time?

Jim: Can you get me some more pillows from the bedroom? This one isn't really high enough. (Telephone rings.) Well, go and answer it and see who it is... who is it, Maggie? If it's Dickson ask him to come round for a game of chess.

Maggie: No, it wasn't Dickson. It was Aunt Emily. She's just bought a television set and she wanted me to tell you they were televising the cup-final tomorrow afternoon. Of course, I said you had a bad cold and that you should really stay in bed...

Jim: What! Ring her up again right away and tell her I'm much better. In fact, I think I'll get up for lunch. I'm sure I'll be quite all right by tomorrow.

(From " Say it with us" by H. Andrews)

III. Read the text and write down the words and word combinations connected will; dentistry giving their Russian equivalents. Retell the text in brief;

AT THE DENTIST'S

There are certain humiliating moments in the lives of the greatest of men. It has been said that no man is a hero to his valet. To that may be added that few men are heroes to themselves at the moment of visiting their dentist.

Hercule Poirot was morbidly conscious of that fact.

He was a man who was accustomed to have a good opinion of himself. He was Hercule Poirot, superior in most ways to other men. But in this moment he was unable to feel superior in any way whatever. His morale was down to zero. He was just that ordinary, craven figure, a man afraid of the dentist's chair.

Mr. Morley had finished washing his hands and was now speaking in his encouraging professional manner.

" Hardly as warm as it should be, is it, for the time of year? "

Gently he led the way to the appointed spot - to the chairl Deftly he played with its head rest, running it up and down.

Hercule Poirot took a deep breath, stepped up, sat down and relaxed his head to Mr. Morley's professional fiddlings.

" There, " said Mr. Morley with hideous cheerfulness, " that quite comfortable? Sure? "

In sepulchral tones Poirot said that it was comfortable.

Mr. Morley swung his little table nearer, picked up his mirror, seized an instrument and prepared to get on with the job.

Hercule Poirot grasped the arms of the chair, shut his eyes and opened his mouth.

" Any special trouble? " Mr. Morley inquired.

Slightly indistinctly, owing to the difficulty of forming consonants while keeping the mouth open, Hercule Poirot was understood to say that there was no special trouble. This was, indeed, the twice yearly overhaul that his sense of order and neatness demanded. It was, of course, possible that there might be nothing to do... Mr. Morley might, perhaps, overlook that second the tooth from the back from which those twinges had come... He might - but it was unlikely - for Mr. Morley was a very good dentist.

Mr. Morley passed slowly from tooth to tooth, tapping and probing, murmuring little comments as he did so.

" That filling is wearing down a little - nothing serious, though. Gums are in pretty good condition, I'm glad to see." A pause at a suspect, a twist of the probe- no, on again, false alarm. He passed to the lower side. One, two - on to three? No. " The dog, " Hercule Poirot thought in confused idiom, " has seen the rabbit! "

" A little trouble here. Not been giving you any pain? Hm, I'm surprised." The probe went on.

Finally Mr. Morley drew back, satisfied.

" Nothing very serious. Just a couple of fillings - and a trace of decay on that upper molar. We can get it all done, I think, this morning."

He turned on a switch and there was a hum. Mr. Morley unhooked the drill and fitted a needle to it with loving care.

" Guide me, " he said briefly, and started the dread work.

It was not necessary for Poirot to avail himself of this permission, to raise a hand, to wince, or even to yell. At exactly the right moment, Mr, Morley stopped the drill, gave the brief command " Rinse", applied a little dressing, selected a new needle and continued. The ordeal of the drill was terror rather than pain.

(A few minutes later.)

" Well, I think that seems all right. Just another rinse, please."

The rinse accomplished, Mr. Morley peered critically into his patient's mouth.

" Quite comfortable? Just close - very gently - You don't feel the filling at all? Open again, please. Now that seems quite all right."

The table swung back, 1h: chair swung round.

Hercule descended, a free man.

" Well, good-bye, Mr. Poirot. Not detected any criminals in my house, I hope? "

" Before I came up every one looked to me like a criminal! Now, perhaps, it will be different! "

" Ah, yes, a great deal of difference between before and after! All the same, we dentists aren't such devils now as we used to be! Shall I ring for the lift for you? "

" No, no, I will walk down."

" As you like - the lift is just by the stairs.".. Poirot went put. He heard the taps start to run as he closed the door.behind him.

(From " One, Two, Buckle my Shoe" by Agatha Christie)