The London TubeHave you ever wondered what strange things lurk within the London Underground (or "Tube") system? The first things people usually think of are the mice that you can occasionally see running along the tracks. (run) In tact, mice arent the only strange things in the Underground system. Passengers leave behind thousands of objects. Items that were once theirs now reside in London Transport's lost property office. (they) The collection is not open to the public, but a wedding dress, sets of false teeth, artificial limbs and a metre -high Mickey Mouse statue are just some of things people could see if they visited the office. Objects that are left in the office for more than three months are donated to charity or sold at auction. (leave)
Found money Shelley was reading an article about some money a builder had found in an old house. He'd gone to the police with $64,000. She asked her friend Paul what he would do if he found a large amount of money. (find) "Oh, the same thing he did", Paul didn't hesitate to respond. "It's not right to keep that kind of money. It's not just $20, you know." (not hesitate) Shelley thought about it for several moments. She couldn't help wondering how the police would know whose money it was. (who) "Apparently", she said, reading the article further, "if nobody claims the money after a certain period of time, the police RETURNS???/слово не даноб но в любом случае оно должно быть в простом настоящем(present simple) it back to the builder". She wondered whether the builder would be lucky on this occasion.
Не знаю то или не то ну вот Contents The Reader of Books Mr Wormwood, the Great Car Dealer The Hat and the Superglue The Ghost Arithmetic The Platinum-Blond Man Miss Honey The Trunchbull The Parents Throwing the Hammer Bruce Bogtrotter and the Cake Lavender The Weekly Test The First Miracle The Second Miracle Miss Honey’s Cottage Miss Honey’s Story The Names The Practice The Third Miracle A New HomeThe Reader of Books It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful. Some parents go further. They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves their child has qualities of genius. Well, there is nothing very wrong with all this. It’s the way of the world. It is only when the parents begin telling us about the brilliance of their own revolting offspring, that we start shouting, "Bring us a basin! We’re going to be sick!" School teachers suffer a good deal from having to listen to this sort of twaddle from proud parents, but they usually get their own back when the time comes to write the end-of-term reports. If I were a teacher I would cook up some real scorchers for the children of doting parents. "Your son Maximilian", I would write, "is a total wash- out. I hope you have a family business you can push him into when he leaves school because he sure as heck won’t get a job anywhere else." Or if I were feeling lyrical that day, I might write, "It is a curious truth that grasshoppers have their hearing-organs in the sides of the abdomen. Your daughter Vanessa, judging by what she’s learnt this term, has no hearing-organs at all." I might even delve deeper into natural history and say, "The periodical cicada spends six years as a grub underground, and no more than six days as a free creature of sunlight and air. Your son Wilfred has spent six years as a grub in this school and we are still waiting for him to emerge from the chrysalis." A particularly poisonous little girl might sting me into saying, "Fiona has the same glacial beauty as an iceberg, but unlike the iceberg she has absolutely nothing below the surface." I think I might enjoy writing end-of-term reports for the stinkers in my class. But enough of that. We have to get on. Occasionally one comes across parents who take the opposite line, who show no interest at all in their children, and these of course are far worse than the doting ones. Mr and Mrs Wormwood were two such parents. They had a son called Michael and a daughter called Matilda, and the parents looked upon Matilda in particular as nothing more than a scab. A scab is something you have to put up with until the time comes when you can pick it off and flick it away. Mr and Mrs Wormwood looked forward enormously to the time when they could pick their little daughter off and flick her away, preferably into the next county or even further than that. It is bad enough when parents treat ordinary children as though they were scabs and bunions, but it becomes somehow a lot worse when the child in question is extraordinary, and by that I mean sensitive and brilliant. Matilda was both of these things, but above all she was brilliant. Her mind was so nimble and she was so quick to learn that her ability should have been obvious even to the most half-witted of parents. But Mr and Mrs Wormwood were both so gormless and so wrapped up in their own silly little lives that they failed to notice anything unusual about their daughter.
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