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Herbert Ernest Bates английский писатель
a Month by the lake and other stories
It's Just the Way It Is
November rain falls harshly on the clean tarmac, and the wind, turning suddenly, lifts sprays of yellow elm leaves over the black hangars. The man and the woman, escorted by a sergeant, look very small as they walk by the huge cavernous openings where the bombers are. The man, who is perhaps fifty and wears a black ,
the man holds an umbrella slantwise over the woman.
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The sergeant opens the doors and they go in
He closes it down
Taps on the door, opens it and salutes
Close the door and goes
He pushes ...the man and the woman sit down
He folds his arms across
His hands grip hard on the handle of the umbrella
The man moves his lips
The roar of aircrews rises .. then falls again
Day after day you are sending out young boys like this. Young boys who haven't begun to live. Young boys who don't know what life is. Day after day you send them out and they don't come back and you don't care
She is crying and the man puts his arm on her shoulder
She goes on for a minute or more longer...she stops
Her fur slips off her shoulder and falls to the ground , and the man picks it up,and holds it his hands
The wing commander walks over to the window and looks out
The aircrews are turning , shining
The room seems very silent
The wing commander walks back across the room and stands in the front of the man and woman again.
"You came to ask me something" he says
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Present и не только
У
A.Hutchinson
This freedom
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Dash Robert! Are you going or are you not going?”
He goes.
”Bring back the paper.”
He brings it back
Rosalie’s father gives a tug at the bell cord
He hurls it across the room
Nobody ate. Nobody drank.
She moved round with the wheel
He spoke in a very loud voice while he did them.
He stood on a footstool on his head and clapped his boots together
Harold talked and talked and talked about a call
Dusk drew in and the lamps were lit.
Rosalie wandered about by the drive.
Born, brought up, growing up, married, ill, dead
The parlour-maid flies out on the gust of the explosion. Rosalie
finishes her sentence while the gust inflates again.
Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing
What jumps! One clutches, as at flying papers in a whirlwind, at
a stable moment in which to pin her down and describe her as she
jumps. One can’t
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It was
the mystery and the aching atmosphere of the thing) tiptoe across
the room to the window, and draw an inch of the heavy curtain and
peer out into the darkness and towards the music. There would be
the little round gleam of the postman’s lantern, bobbing along as
he hurried. And flick! it was gone into a doorway, and rat-tat,
flick, and there it was again–coming! Flick, rat-tat! Flick,
flick, rat-tat! Coming, coming! Growing larger, growing brighter,
growing louder! Next door now. They always get it next door. Flick,
rat-tat! What a crasher! You can feel it echo! Flick! Now then!
Now then! How it gleams! He’s stopped! He’s looking at his letters!
He’s coming in! He is–ah, he’s passed; he’s gone; it’s over;
nothing... nothing for here.... Rat-tat! That’s next door. The party
wall shakes. The lustres on the mantelpiece shake. Mr. Simcox’s
hands shake. He sits down, pushes his plate away....
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Present simple
В пьесе b.shaw
Heartbreak house
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The hilly country in the middle of the north edge of Sussex, looking very pleasant on afine evening at the end of September, is seen through the windows of a room which has been built so as to resemble for the windows are ship built and run right across
the room as continuously as the stability of the wall allows
A row of lockers under the windows provides an unupholstered windowseat interrupted by twin glass doors
Another door strains the illusion a little by and the floor is littered with shavings, overflowing from a waste-paper basket
A small but stout table of teak, with a round top and gate legs, stands against

The uncarpeted floor of narrow boards is caulked and holystoned like a deck.
The garden to which the glass doors lead dips to the south before the landscape rises again to the hills.
Emerging from the hollow is the cupola of an observatory.
Between the observatory and the house is a flagstaff on a little esplanade,
with a hammock on the east side and a long garden seat on the west.
A young lady, gloved and hatted, with a dust coat on, is sitting in the window-seat
with her body twisted to enable her to look out at the view.
One hand props her chin: the other hangs down with a volume of the temple Shakespeare in it, and her finger stuck in the page she has been reading.
A clock strikes six.
The young lady turns and looks at her watch.
She rises with an air of one who waits, and is almost at the end of her patience.
She is a pretty girl, slender, fair, and intelligent looking, nicely but not expensively dressed, evidently not a smart idler.
With a sigh of weary resignation she comes to the draughtsman’s chair; sits down; and begins to read Shakespeare.
Presently the book sinks to her lap; her eyes close; and she dozes into a slumber.
An elderly womanservant comes in from the hall with three unopened bottles of rum
on a tray.
She passes through and disappears in the pantry without noticing the young lady.
She places the bottles on the shelf and fills her tray with empty bottles.
As she returns with these, the young lady lets her book drop, awakening herself, and startling the womanservant so that she all but lets the tray fall.
The young lady picks up the book and places it on the table.
as she passes him
she pours out a cup of tea
She carries the table back to its place by
the door and is harrying out when she is intercepted by Lady Utterword, who bursts in much
flustered. Lady
she is on the point of weeping
Meanwhile Ariadne has left the table
He hurries out
The book on
the drawing-table catches her eye
Ellie stares at her.
she stops suddenly:
then turns pale and sways
She begins prowling to and fro,
He goes to the bookshelves , and inspects the titles of the volumes
But she still smiles
He follows the captain
as he goes
but Dunn has vanished
She goes to the starboard door
They look at Ellie, waiting for her to go.
He seizes her in his
arms and kisses her strenuously
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