VI. Write down the words used by Mrs. Page to characterize Philip Denny. Do you agree with her?

Mrs Page found Denny regular quee-ar. I can prove it with the following episode. After talking with Denny, Andrew felt Blodwen Page’s eye fastened on him in a bright and overbearing stare. She considered Andrew not to go around with that feller [ˈfɛlə], Denny. According to Mrs. Page opinion, Denny disliked the idea of giving medicine at all. For example, Megan Rhys Morgan, who was in a habit of taking medicines all her life, happened to go to him. His advice was to walk two mile up the mountain every day and stop boggin’ herself with hogwash. She preferred coming to Dr. Page after, getting bottles and bottles of splendid medicine from Jenkins. Mrs. Page believed Philip Denny to be a low insulting devil. In all accounts’ opinion, he had got a wife somewhere. Denny was likely to drunk a lot. I found Miss Page not to be right. Philip Denny proved an honours scholar of Cambridge and Guy’s, an M.S.* of England. He had a practice with an honorary surgical appoint­ment in the ducal town of Leeborough. Denny wasn’t afraid of sitting on patients’ beds, laying his hands upon them, spending hours in their sickrooms. He liked referring to Manson and himself as “grimly battling with the epidemic”, savouring the cliche with vindictive relish. In my opinion, Denny appeared to overestimate a little a self-assessment. Denny was brave enough to blow up the main sewer as it was sure to be like the devil, seeping into half the low wells at the bottom of the town. A pretty little blaze-up could be stop by blowing up the sewer.

VII. Under what circumstances did a. Manson meet Christine Barlow? Retell their meeting in the school.

VIII. Who appeared shy and awkward with women? Он всегда был застенчив и неуклюж с женщинами.

Who turned out restless and a little irritable?

Who proved concerned by C. Barlow?

Andrew happened to feel sorry for Mrs Howells because of having her hand full, however he found it necessary to keep Idris (Идрис), the younger brother of the ill boy, home from school. However, Miss Barlow, the teacher at Bank Street School, approved of Idris’s going to school. Andrew must have hated interference [ˌɪntəˈfɪər(ə)n(t)s], especially with his work, and beyond [bɪˈjɒnd] everything, he hated interfering [ˌɪntəˈfɪərɪŋ] women. It was sure to be a distinct [dɪˈstɪŋkt] contravention [ˌkɒntrəˈvɛnʃ(ə)n] of the regulations [ˌrɛɡjəˈleɪʃ(ə)ns] to keep Idris at school when Joey, his brother, was suffering from measles [ˈmiːzlz]. Seeing enough that Mrs. Howells was not to blame, Andrew made no comment, but he was intent on meeting with Miss Barlow and having the matter out with her. After entering the class, a large detached room, well-ventilated, with a fire burning at one end, he saw the children and the teacher, busy writing out sums [sʌms] upon the blackboard, her back towards him. Hardly had Miss Barlow turned round, when he was surprised of seeing her. Miss Barlow seemed to be so different from the intrusive [ɪnˈtruːsɪv] female of his indignant [ɪnˈdɪɡnənt] fancy that he had hesitated [ˈhɛzɪteɪt]. Persistently friendly, Christina disliked the idea of taking his visit seriously. Therefore, this fact turned out to send his temper up again. He proved concerned by C. Barlow. Andrew couldn’t keep from noticing how clear and fresh her skin was, with a tiny brown mole, exactly the colour of her eyes, high on her right cheek. She appeared very fragile in her white blouse, and ridiculously young. Stubbornly arguing, the teacher prefer isolating the boy from other children by putting him at a little desk near the fire. Andrew was insist on sending that child home, as according to his opinion, she must have break the law. If Miss Barlow kept Idris in the class, Andrew would have to report her. She expected it to give him immense satisfaction by having her arrested. Being irritable, he tried to rally himself, raising his eyes, attempting to beat down hers, which now sparkled frostily towards him. Being the mistress of the class, she didn’t enjoy disputing with him, as she considered her words counted. She was determined to close the door quietly in his face, as it must have been unnecessary for her to talk with Dr. Manson. Leaving the room, he had an exasperating sense of discomfiture. It was unpleasant for him to have behaved badly.

Andrew couldn’t keep from thinking about Miss Barlow. He was concerned by what a juvenile schoolmistress might think of him. It was likely a stupid case of injured pride. Andrew appeared shy and awkward with women. After visiting at school, Andrew turned out restless and a little irritable

At unguarded moments, as for example when he was falling off to sleep, the scene in the classroom must have flashed back to him with renewed vividness and he found himself frowning in the darkness.

Andrew proved concerned by C. Barlow. Remembering the teacher, he saw her, crushing the chalk, her brown eyes warm with indignation. There were three small pearly buttons on the front of her blouse. Her figure seemed thin and agile with a firm economy of line. He disliked the idea of asking himself, if she were pretty. It was enough that she stood, spare and living, before the screen of his sight. And his heart must have turned unwillingly, with a kind of sweet oppression which he had never known before.

(Не глупо ли? Какая-то девчонка, школьная учительница, так упорно занимает его мысли, и он беспокоится, что она подумает о нем. Он твердил себе, что это просто следствие задетого самолюбия. Он всегда был застенчив и неуклюж с женщинами. Но никакими логическими рассуждениями не изменить было того факта, что он стал беспокоен и немного раздражителен. Когда он не следил за собою, например, когда, усталый, валился на кровать и начинал засыпать, сцена в классе вставала перед ним с новой яркостью, и он хмурился в темноте. Он видел опять, как она стискивала мел пальцами и темные глаза загорались гневом. На ее блузе на груди были три перламутровые пуговки. Ее фигура, тоненькая и подвижная, отличалась собранностью, четкостью и скупостью линий, говорившими о том, что она в детстве много бегала и отважно прыгала. Эндрью не задавался вопросов, красива ли она. Какова бы она ни была, она неотвязно стояла, как живая, в его воображении. И сердце в нем невольно сжималось никогда не испытанной сладкой грустью.)

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Andrew couldn’t keep from working hard to cure his fever cases with all the fire of his impetuous |ɪmˈpetʃʊəs| (стремительная) and ardent (пылкая) |ˈɑːdnt| nature. He was succeeded in coping with enteric cases. Then, one day in November, just before lunch, Denny chanced to telephone him to see Manson. Eating his lunch, Andrew was deep thoughts. Miss Page preferred looking at him suspiciously as he expected Denny to have phoned to Manson. She didn’t want Manson to deal with him. He believed him to be a regular quee-ar and a low insultin’ devil. But Andrew, being in a buff, replied angrily that he found Denny (to be) extremely helpful. Then, Andrew blamed Mrs Page not for paying him his salary. She may be totally dissatisfied. Mrs Page liked the idea of keeping two pounds “for luck”, but scarcely had Andrew refused her when she went dead-white and angry. Andrew was indignant at Mrs Page’s cupidity. Then, going to his patient, Andrew happened to meet Dr Bramwell, who must have been glad to be of service for him. But making a cursory |ˈkɜːsəri| (беглый, поверхностный) investigation (осмотр), Dr Bramwell supposed that case to be the best case of inflammation of the pancreas [ˈpæŋkrɪəs] he had ever seen. Andrew thought dazedly about Dr Bramwell’s idea, as it was no mere slip of the tongue (не просто оговорился), he must have showed his ignorance and it was sure to be inexcusable. Realizing once again how his whole orderly conception of the medicine practice was toppling him, Manson went to the Denny’s house. Hardly had Denny told Manson about two new enteric |enˈterɪk| (кишечный случай) when he decided to blow up the old pipe. All that afternoon, while visiting his patients, Manson wished he hadn’t made the promise. Denny’s plan was too risky to do! If they were discovered, they would both be dismissed from their posts. Andrew happened to tremble at this thought. He was angry with Philip; swearing a number of times that he would not go. But, for some reason, he could not break his promise. At 11 o ’clock that night, Denny and Manson, carried explosives in his coat pockets, walked quickly along the empty streets. They couldn’t keep from placing their explosives inside the sewer |ˈsjuːə| (сточная труба), put back the lid, and then ran up the street. When they were only about 25 metres away, there was a loud explosion. That must have been the end of that particular cause of misery. Almost immediately, doors and windows turned out to open and people ran out of their houses. In a minute the street was crowded. Making good use of the darkness and the noise, Denny and Manson found it necessary to hurry home. The next morning, Dr Griffiths arrived upon the scene |siːn|, who he had been sent for by several of the most important men in the town, talking their Medical Officer in loud voices, so that everyone might hear, that he had neglected his duty most shamefully. The work of building a new sewer happened to begin on the following Monday.

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Andrew seemed to be becoming to this strange town and people, living there. The position in regard to Doctor Page’s practice must have been clear to Andrew then. He expected Dr. Page not to have a possibility of seeing another patient again. Andrew was profoundly sorry for Dr. Page to be broken and bedridden /ˈbed.rɪ.dən/, being at his wife’s mercy, subjected to a treatment, which proved to combine blandishment /ˈblæn.dɪʃ.mənt/ with a kind of jolly bullying /ˈbʊl.iŋ/. The worm out man was known to be a victim of his dark-faced, impatient wife’s greediness, her persistent and shameless importunity [ˌɪmpəˈtjuːnətɪ] , being submissive [səbˈmɪsɪv] to all the blustering attentions of this bold. Dr. Page dreamt about getting away to a warmer, kindlier place for making a bird sanctuary [ˈsæŋ(k)tʃʊərɪ] there. Mr. Page considered himself not to know a great deal, but to do his best in practice. Being influential among the miners [ˈmaɪnə], his only friend Enoch Davis might have a habit of visiting him for watching the birds in silence. Another guest happened to be a manager of the bank Mr. Rees. After spending a perfunctory [pəˈfʌŋkt(ə)rɪ] five minutes with Doctor Page, he preferred being closeted for an hour at a time with Mrs. Page to discuss the question, concerning money.

Lately, stranger perplexities turned out to be moving more strongly than before within Andrew, because of Danny’s having a radical destructive outlook. Denny thought only half a dozen drugs (to be) an use, cynically [ˈsɪnɪkəli] classing the rest as “muck.” At this point in his reflections Andrew happened to have come to the ill boy Joey, being exhibiting /ɪɡˈzɪbɪtin/a mild, seasonal attack of measles. Andrew found that case (to be) of little consequence /ˈkɒn.sɪ.kwəns/ because the boy’s father appeared to have been laid up three months with pleurisy [ˈplʊərəsɪ] without getting no compensation. Andrew felt sorry for Mrs Howells because of having her hand full, however he saw a necessity [nəˈsɛsətɪ] of keeping Idris (айдрэс), the younger brother of the ill boy, home from school. Nevertheless, Miss Barlow, the boy’s teacher, objected to his staying at home. Andrew was intent on meeting with Miss Barlow and having the matter out with her. He was sure to disapprove of Mrs. Berlow’s choosing this kind way of isolating Irish from children, who turned out to have had measles or might get it sooner or later by putting him at a little desk near the fire. And he insisted on the child’s sending at home at once. It must have been difficult for them to find common language as everyone considered his opinion absolutely right. She was determined to close the door quietly in his face, as it must have been unnecessary for her to talk with Dr. Manson. Leaving the room, he was likely to have an exasperating sense of discomfiture. It was unpleasant for him to have behaved badly.

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Trying to forget about the episode, he could not so easily dismiss Christine Barlow from his mind. He was concerned by what a juvenile schoolmistress might think of him. It was likely a stupid case of injured /ˈɪn.dʒəd/ pride.

A fortnight later ,walking down Chapel Street in a fit of abstraction, he met Mrs. Bramwell, who proved a corn-haired lady of thirty-five, showily dressed, with a full figure, baby-blue eyes and girlish [ˈɡə:lɪʃ] ways. She was intended inviting him to her little social evenings that night, mentioned that Christina would come too. Smiling foolishly, Andrew was glad to accept the invitation, as he would have a possibility of talk with Christine. The meeting was scheduled for 9 o’clock. Hardly had he arrived at the party when Mrs. Bramwell, chiding [tʃaɪdin] him brightly, led the way, followed by her five guests and her husband, into supper.

It was a cold meal, spread out on paper doilies салфетки /ˈdɔɪ.liz/ on the table. Mrs. Bramwell prided herself upon being a hostess, something of a leader in style in Blaenelly. Before having her marriage to Doctor Bramwell, she happened to live in excessive luxury. (/ɪkˈsesɪv/-чрезмерный ). Andrew, breathless from his haste, must have been at first deeply embarrassed.(стесненный, в замешательстве ɪmˈbær.əst). For a full ten minutes he dared not look at Christine, keeping his eyes lowered, overpoweringly conscious of her sitting at the far end of the table between Doctor Gabell and Mr. Watkins. For the remainder of the meal It was difficult enough for Andrew to endure the anguish of talking to one person inspite of talking to Christine. In the drawing-room, when the guests must have been variously disposed,it was plain that music was expected in the order of the evening. Then Bramwell’s guests happened to listen to Mrs Bramwell and Gabell. There must have been generous applause. Putting his coat on,Andrew reflected miserably that he had not exchanged a word with Christine all night. Outside, he stood at the gate,feelind that he must speak to her. Hardly had he seen Christine,walking towards him, when his pulse started to race. His plan was to see Mrs Barlow’s home, but she promised to wait for Mr. and Mrs. Watkins.

His heart sank. He must have felt like turning away, a beaten dog. Yet something still held him. His face was pale. He was sorry about the Howells affair. And he came round to give a cheap exhibition of authority. He admired Her for it. Walking down the road, for the first time in many days he felt happy.