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have a climate; in England we have weather." The weather in Britain is very changeable. A fine morning can change into a wet afternoon and evening. And a nasty morning can change to a fine afternoon. That's why it is natural for the British to use the comparison "as changeable as the weather" of a person who often changes his mood or opinion about something. The British also say that they have three variants of weather: when it rains in the morning, when it rains in the afternoon or when it rains all day long. The weather is the favourite conversational topic in England. When two Englishmen meet, their first words will be "How do you do?" or "How are you?" And after the reply "Very well, thank you; how are you?" the next remark is almost certain to be about the weather. When they go abroad the British often surprise people of other nationalities by this tendency to talk about the weather, a topic of conversation that other people do not find so interesting. The best time of the year in Britain is spring (of course, it rains in spring too). The two worst months in Britain are January and February. They are cold, damp and unpleasant. The best place in the world then is at home by the big fire. Summer months are rather cold and there can be a lot of rainy days. So most people who look forward to summer holidays, plan to go abroad for the summer — to France, Spain or some other place on the Continent. The most unpleasant aspect of British weather is fog and smog. This is extremely bad in big cities and especially in London. The fog spreads everywhere, it is in the streets and it creeps into the houses. Cars move along slowly, but still street accidents are frequent in the fog. People cannot see each other. They creep along the houses touching them with their hands not to lose their way or not to be run over by a car. Questions 1. Is the weather in England very chageable? 2. How often does it rain in England? 3. What do Englishmen often say to describe the weather of their country? 4. Englishmen often talk about weather. Do you find this topic of conversation interesting? 5. What is the worst time of the year in England? 6. When do Englishmen prefer to stay at home by the big fire? 7. How do te English spend their short English summer? 8. What are London smogs? 9.What king of weather do you lik best of all ? 10. Which do you like better: when its cold or hot? 11. What is the weather like today? 12. What is the weather forecast for tomorrow? 12. What is the weather lik in your town in winter (summer, autumn, spring)?

My friends live in Kiev, they study at the University. 3) Do these boys go to school In the morning or in the afternoon? 4) They want to buy some English books which they need for their work. 5) These girls sing well but they cannot play the piano. 6) Housewives work very much at home. 7) Two of my friends work at this plant, they are engineers. 8) These little girls like when their brothers play with them. 9) Children spend a lot of time out-of-doors. 10) My cousins have families of their own. 11) My sisters have breakfast at 8 o' clock in the afternoon. 12) They go to the library twice a month. 13) Their teachers tell them that they make a lot of mistakes because they are not attentive at the lessons. 14) They go to work by bus and return home on foot. 15) Two of my sisters are married, their husbands are workers.

ANTHONY IN BLUE ALSATIA*
By Eleanor Farjeon
Eleanor Faijeon wrote delightful and distinctive poems for children. Her first novel was "Ladybrook", a tale of Sussex country life which retained that delicate humorous touch which characterized the work she did for children. Her sensitive¬ness to beauty and true understanding of *he essential qualities of romance find expression in this charming rhapsody.
Skipping his breakfast paper one day, bewildered, as he always was, by vital facts about Home Rails, Questions in the House, and Three-Piece Suits: facts grasped, as he knew, instantaneously in their full import all over England by different orders of mind from his, through which they slipped as through gauze, Anthony's roving eye was captured by certain words in a paragraph headed
Mouchard (near the Jura Mountains)
Jura Mountains... Blue smoke... a blue-eyed Alsatian... a Concer¬tina... the Blue Alsatian Express., many miles from nowhere... hay¬making damsels in white sunbonnets... hayrakes... laughing at us...
A Minor Mystery
Anthony's eye roved no more. He felt that the gauze, which could not contain the torrents of the world's activities, might house this butterfly and not brush off its bloom. He read the paragraph with attention. It described the breakdown "many miles from nowhere" of the Blue Alsatian Express at the foot of the Jura Mountains. It described the blue smoke rising from a heated axle, the engine-driver sprinting along the lines like a madman, soldiers jumping out on the line a:.d playing a concertina, a nervous woman-passenger wonder¬ing what had happened; it indicated the plutocratic luxury of the corridor train with its restaurant; it told of the blue mountains and the blue sky, and "the hay-making damsels in white sunbonnets and

hayforks on their shoulders" who "are laughing at us over the hedg¬erows".
And then came the paragraph headed "A Minor Mystery" which ended the account of the accident.
"One mystery about this train will never be solved. When it first came to a standstill a quiet little man, who looked like a country farm¬er, packed up his things, climbed out of the train, and deliberately walked away from it without any outward sign of annoyance, hesita¬tion, or distraction, crossing the fields and disappearing into a wood.
Had the breakdown occurred within easy reach of his own home or destination?"
"Oh, no," said Anthony, answering the journalist, "of course not!"
Why should it? It was most unlikely. And — annoyance? Why should the little man be annoyed? And where was the Mystery, Mi¬nor or Major?
Railways — it is their drawback — compel you to travel to some¬where. You, who desire to travel to Anywhere, must take your ticket to Stroud or Stoke, and chance it. The safest plan is to choose some place with a name like Lulworth, Downderry, or Nether Wallop; such places surely cannot go far wrong. But even though they prove to be heaven in its first, second, or third degree, still, there you must go, and nowhere else; — and think of the Seventh Heavens you flash through continually oh your way there, Heavens with no names and no stations, Heavens to which no tickets are issued. To whom has it not happened, time and again, on his way to the Seaside, the Moors, or the Highlands, to cry in his heart, at some glimpse of Paradise from the carriage windows: " That is where I really wanted to go — that is where I would like to get out! That valley of flowers, that cottage in the birch-glade, that buttercup field with the little river and a king¬fisher — if only the train would stop!" — But it never does.
Never? Once it did. Anthony laughed aloud at that Minor Mis-tery in his morning paper. Where was the Mystery? Luck had been with the quiet little man, and he did the only thing there was to do.
..."Why have we stopped?" asked the nervous lady who sat op-posite Anthony in the stuffy carriage.
"Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!" laughed a fresh young voice outside.
"Preposterous, preposterous! I shall be late!" snorted a fat millionaire.
"I want my lunch," puffed his fat wife. "I refuse to go without my lunch!"

there!That`s Dolly the doll And Jack in his box And Pip the puppet-One of William`s socks! I`m Sam,the toy soldier.How do you do? It`s very nice To meet all of you! And my name`s Bella.Hello,everyone! I like it here,It`s lots of fun!