I. Read the text. II. Answer the question:

II. Answer the question:

1) What kind of hair did Nancy Drew have?

2) Where did she go?

3) Did she go by bus or taxi?

4) Who invited Nance?

5) What did George Fayer do at the White House?

6) What did the taxi driver say to Nancy?

7) What did Nancy see on walls of the corridor?

8) Why was she admired picking up the golden hummingbird?

9) Whom did she see in the room?

10) Why did she fall?

III. Speak about:

a) the White House

b) Nancy inside the White House

IV. Complete the sentences:

1) I am going to the White House, and I am not going as a ….. she reminded herself proudly.

2) She felt so good, she tipped him …. …..

3) An elderly woman emerged as if from …...

4) Nancy sat down in a deeply cushioned …….

5) Her collar-length dark curls ….. with each long step of her gait.

A Separate Peace
(by John Knowles)

The excellent exterior acoustics recorded Finny's rushing steps and the quick rapping of his cane along the corridor and on the first steps of the marble stairway. Then these separate sounds collided into the general tumult of his body falling clumsily down the white marble stairs.

Everybody behaved with complete presence of mind. Brinker shouted that Phineas must not be moved; someone else, realizing that only a night nurse would be at the Infirmary, did not waste time going there but rushed to bring Dr. Stanpole from his house.

I would have liked very much to have done that myself; it would have meant a lot to me. But Phineas might begin to curse me with every word he knew, he might lose his head completely, he would certainly be worse off for it. So I kept out of the way. Once again I had the desolating sense of having all along ignored what was finest in him. Perhaps it was just the incongruity of seeing him aloft and stricken, since he was by nature someone who carried others. I didn't think he knew how to act or even how to feel as the object of help. He went past with his eyes closed and his mouth tense. I knew that normally I would have been one of those carrying Finny, saying something into his ear as we went along. My aid alone had never seemed to him in the category of help. The reason for this occurred to me as the procession moved slowly across the brilliant foyer to the doors; Phineas had thought of me as an extension of himself...

I tried to calm myself as I walked with Finny's suitcase toward the Infirmary. I went inside. The air was laden with hospital smells, not unlike those of the gym except that the Infirmary lacked that sense of spent human vitality. This was becoming the new background of Finny's life, this purely medical element from which bodily health was absent.

The rest of the day passed quickly. Dr. Stanpole had told me in the corridor that he was going to sat the bone that afternoon. Come back around 5 o'clock, he had said, when Finny should be coming out of the aesthesia.

After lunch I walked back to the dormitory with Brinker...At 5: 45, instead of going to a scheduled meeting of the Commencement Arrangements Committee, on which I had been persuaded to take Brinker's place, I went to the Infirmary.

Dr. Stanpole was not patrolling the corridor as he habitually did when he was not busy, so I sat down on a bench amid the medical smells and waited. After about ten minutes he came walking rapidly out of his office, his head down and his hands sunk in the pockets of his white smock. Dr. Stanpole sat down next to me and put his capable-looking hand on my leg. " This is something I think boys of your generation are going to see a lot of, he said quietly, " and I will have to tell you about it now. Your friend is dead."

He was incomprehensible. I felt an extremely cold chill along my back and neck that was all. Dr. Stanpole went on talking incomprehensibly. " It was such a simple, clean break. Anyone could have sat it. Of course, I didn't send him to Boston. Why should I? "

He seemed to expect an answer from me, so I shook my head and repeated, " Why should you? "

" In the middle of it his heart simply stopped, without warning. I can't explain it. Yes, I can. There is only one explanation. As I was moving the bone some of the marrow must have escaped into his blood steam and gone directly to his heart and stopped it. That's the only possible explanation. The only one. There are risks, there are always risks. An operating room is a place where the risks are just more formal than in other places. An operating room and a war." And I noticed that his self-control was breaking up. " Why did it have to happen to you boys so soon, here at Devon? "

I did not cry then or ever about Finny. I did not cry even when I stood watching him being lowered into his family's strait-laced burial ground outside of Boston. I could not escape a feeling that this was my own funeral, and you do not cry in that case.

Glossary:

rap – легкий удар

cane – трость, розга

collide – зіткнутись

clumsily – незграбно

tumult – шум

desolate – покинутий

incongruity – невідповідність

incomprehensible – незрозумілий, недосяжний