http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/ Всё про английский язык! Обучение английскому языку в Челябинске и во всём мире. ru-ru Sun, 20 May 2012 11:46:32 +0600 Sun, 20 May 2012 11:46:32 +0600 Copyright 2012 pro-english.ru ru http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/243/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/243/ Thu, 25 Nov 2010 16:41:00 +0500 O. Henry was the pseudonym of the American writer William Sydney Porter (September 11, 1862 - June 5, 1910). O. Henry's short stories are well known for their wit, wordplay, warm characterization and clever twist endings.]]> http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/221/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/221/ Tue, 22 Jun 2010 14:15:00 +0600 http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/212/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/212/ Tue, 01 Jun 2010 16:30:00 +0600 http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/206/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/206/ Fri, 23 Apr 2010 13:48:00 +0600 Ли́мерик — форма короткого юмористического стихотворения, появившегося в Великобритании, основанного на обыгрывании бессмыслицы...]]> http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/192/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/192/ Wed, 10 Mar 2010 13:16:00 +0500 http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/188/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/188/ Wed, 03 Mar 2010 17:30:00 +0500 “We had such an excellent dinner yesterday,” said an old mouse of the female sex to another who had not been present at the feast. “I sat number twenty-one below the mouse-king, which was not a bad place. Shall I tell you what we had? Everything was first rate. Mouldy bread, tallow candle, and sausage. And then, when we had finished that course, the same came on all over again; it was as good as two feasts. We were very sociable, and there was as much joking and fun as if we had been all of one family circle. Nothing was left but the sausage skewers, and this formed a subject of conversation, till at last it turned to the proverb, ‘Soup from sausage skins;’ or, as the people in the neighboring country call it, ‘Soup from a sausage skewer.’ Every one had heard the proverb, but no one had ever tasted the soup, much less prepared it.]]> http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/177/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/177/ Fri, 05 Feb 2010 14:13:00 +0500 http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/167/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/167/ Mon, 18 Jan 2010 17:55:00 +0500 http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/154/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/154/ Thu, 03 Dec 2009 13:28:00 +0500 http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/153/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/153/ Thu, 03 Dec 2009 13:25:00 +0500 Seven rented nights in this coffin, Sandii. New Rose Hotel. How I want you now. Sometimes I hit you. Replay it so slow and sweet and mean, I can almost feel it. Sometimes I take your little automatic out of my bag, run my thumb down smooth, cheap chrome. Chinese .22, its bore no wider than the dilated pupils of your vanished eyes. Fox is dead now, Sandii.Fox told me to forget you. ]]> http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/141/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/141/ Thu, 22 Oct 2009 18:04:00 +0600 "George, I wish you'd look at the nursery.""What's wrong with it?""I don't know.""Well, then.""I just want you to look at it, is all, or call a psychologist in to look at it.""What would a psychologist want with a nursery?""You know very well what he'd want." His wife paused in the middle of the kitchen and watched the stove busy humming to itself, making supper for four."It's just that the nursery is different now than it was.""All right, let's have a look."They walked down the hall of their soundproofed Happylife Home, which had cost them thirty thousand dollars installed, this house which clothed and fed and rocked them to sleep and played and sang and was good to them.]]> http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/134/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/134/ Mon, 05 Oct 2009 14:04:00 +0600 He put the gun back into the bureau drawer and shut the drawer.No, not that way. Louise wouldn't suffer. It was very important that this thing have, above all duration. Duration through imagination. How to prolong the suffering? How, first of all, to bring it about? Well.The man standing before the bedroom mirror carefully fitted his cuff-links together. He paused long enough to hear the children run by switftly on the street below, outside this warm two-storey house, like so many grey mice the children, like so many leaves.]]> http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/131/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/131/ Tue, 29 Sep 2009 18:22:00 +0600 As it happens, I have a friend who hints, sometimes, that he can call up spirits from the vasty deep.Or at least one spirit-a tiny one, with strictly limited powers. He talks about it sometimes but only after he has reached his fourth scotch and soda. It's a delicate point of equilibrium-three and he knows nothing about spirits (the supernatural kind); five and he falls asleep.I thought he had reached the right level that evening, so I said, "Do you remember that spirit of yours, George?" "Eh?" said George, looking at his drink as though he wondered why that should require remembering.]]> http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/127/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/127/ Fri, 18 Sep 2009 17:07:00 +0600 Near the shores of the great Belt, which is one of the straits that connect the Cattegat with the Baltic, stands an old mansion with thick red walls. I know every stone of it," says the Wind. "I saw it when it was part of the castle of Marck Stig on the promontory. But the castle was obliged to be pulled down, and the stone was used again for the walls of a new mansion on another spot-the baronial residence of Borreby, which still stands near the coast. I knew them well, those noble lords and ladies...]]> http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/124/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/124/ Tue, 15 Sep 2009 12:51:00 +0600 http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/122/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/122/ Fri, 11 Sep 2009 14:03:00 +0600 'I came to you because I want to tell my story,' the man on Dr Harper's couch was saying. The man was Lester Billings from Waterbury, Connecticut. According to the history taken from Nurse Vickers, he was twenty-eight, employed by an industrial firm in New York, divorced, and the father of three children. All deceased.'I can't go to a priest because I'm not a Catholic. I can't go to a lawyer because I haven't done anything to consult a lawyer about. All I did was kill my kids. One at a time. Killed them all.']]> http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/120/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/120/ Mon, 07 Sep 2009 18:45:00 +0600 There was once a poor Miller who had a beautiful daughter, and one day, having to go to speak with the King, he said, in order to make himself appear of consequence, that he had a daughter who could spin straw into gold. The King was very fond of gold, and thought to himself, "That is an art which would please me very well"; and so he said to the Miller, "If your daughter is so very clever, bring her to the castle in the morning, and I will put her to the proof."]]> http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/116/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/116/ Tue, 01 Sep 2009 12:44:00 +0600 There was once a shilling, which came forth from the mint springing and shouting, "Hurrah! now I am going out into the wide world." And truly it did go out into the wide world. The children held it with warm hands, the miser with a cold and convulsive grasp, and the old people turned it about, goodness knows how many times, while the young people soon allowed it to roll away from them. The shilling was made of silver, it contained very little copper, and considered itself quite out in the world when it had been circulated for a year in the country in which it had been coined. One day, it really did go out into the world, for it belonged to a gentleman who was about to travel in foreign lands.]]> http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/112/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/112/ Mon, 24 Aug 2009 17:46:00 +0600 Once upon a time there was a man who had fine houses, both in town and country, a deal of silver and gold plate, carved furniture, and coaches gilded all over. But unhappily this man had a blue beard, which made him so ugly and so terrible that all the women and girls ran away from him.One of his neighbors, a lady of quality, had two daughters who were perfect beauties. He asked for one of them in marriage, leaving to her the choice of which she would bestow on him. They would neither of them have him, and they sent him backward and forward from one to the other, neither being able to make up her mind to marry a man who had a blue beard. Another thing which made them averse to him was that he had already married several wives, and nobody knew what had become of them.]]> http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/109/ http://www.pro-english.ru/articles/109/ Wed, 19 Aug 2009 11:55:00 +0600