Ex. 7. From the facts given in the story what impression do you form of Albert Foreman?
Ex.9. Make up dialogues based on the following suggestions:
I. The vicar and the churchwardens are talking to Albert Foreman.
The vicar asks Foreman to go to the vestry with him; on their way the foreman compliments the vicar on his unusual gift. The vicar also informs Foreman that the two churchwardens are waiting for him in the vestry.Hestresses the fact that the verger fulfills his duties to the satisfaction of everybody but he is greatly disappointed that Foreman can neither read nor write. The verger informs those present that the last vicar knew that and explains why he has never had the opportunity to learn. The give him three months to learn.
II.Albert Foreman speaks to his wife.
He tells her about his unpleasant talk with the vicar and the churchwardens. His wife admits that the last vicar knew about his illiteracy. Foreman tells his wife about his decision to quit. The wife is very much upset. Albert wants to cheer her up and tells her about his idea to set up a business. His wife remarks that it is a dreadful come down, but Albert replies that one should move with the times. His wife doesn't approve of it. She doesn't believe that her husband can manage a shop.
III.Albert Foreman speaks to the bank manager.
The manager speaks to him about the money he has got on deposit with the bank. He asks whether Mr. Foreman knows exactly how much he has got and informs him that Mr. Foreman has got about thirty thousand pounds. He proposes to invest the money. Albert Foreman answers that he doesn't want to take any risk. The manager assures him that the gilt-edged securities will bring him in a better rate of interest than the interest on the loan. He asks him to sign some documents. Albert Foreman is in the situation when he has to confess that he doesn't know how to read or write. The manager is shocked. He wonders what would happen to Mr. Foreman if he knew how to read and write.
Ex. 10. Topics for discussion and essays.
1. What, in your opinion, was the vicar's attitude toward Albert Fore man? Did he make him leave? Why?
2. Why couldn't they afford a scandal in a church like St. Peter's Neville Square?
3. Should a vicar always fall in with the ways of his congregation?
4. What helped Albert Foreman be efficient in every position he occupied?
5. Does one need to be unimpeachable to fulfil his work well?
6. What are the ways to start a business? Talk on instances you know.
7. Use the story to prove the proverb"What is worth doing at all is worth doing well"(Åñëè óæ äåëàòü, òàê äåëàòü õîðîøî).
ONE COAT OF WHITE
by H. A. Smith
Everybody knows by this time that we first met Lautisse on shipboard but few people know that in the beginning Betsy2 and I had no idea who he was.
We were on the Queen Elizabeth3, coming back from our first trip to Europe. It was on the second day that I ran into him sitting in a quiet comer on deck". He gave me a nasty look. I started to back away mumbling an apology and then his expression changed.
"Wait!" he called out. "You are an American?"
His English was good, and he asked me if I had a moment to help him with a small problem. He wanted to know the name of some United States Senator5 for the ship's daily crossword puzzle. I sat down and puzzled over the thing. The definition was, "Senator who crosses a river". I thought of Senator Ford, but there were no Fords on the passenger list, and then I got it — Senator Bridges. There was a Miss Ethelyn Bridges on board.
I didn't see him until next day, just before lunch, when he came into the main lounge, caught me by the arm, and whispered "Look!" In his big hand he was holding a man's wallet made of pigskin. "The prize!" he said. "See what I've won! But for you, though, I would have never solved the puzzle. Come and have a cocktail with me."
I went with him to his state-room6, and he got out a bottle of brandy.He introduced himself as Monsieur Roland and kept thanking me for my help with the puzzle. Then he began asking me some questions about myself and my business, and I told him I sold oil-burners.
We sat there talking, and finally he asked me if I could keep a secret, and then he said, "I am Lautisse.”
I told Betsy all about it, so after lunch we went up and talked to the ship's librarian, asked him a few innocent questions and then dropped the name of Lautisse. We were greatly impressed by what we heard. We found out that my new friend was probably the world's greatest living painter, that he had given up painting and was heard to say that he would never touch another brush as long as he lived.
Betsy talked me into sending a note to his cabin, asking him around for a drink.
Well, we got to be real friendly. He planned to spend a month in New York, and it was Betsy who suggested that he came up to our place for a weekend.
Lautisse arrived on the noon train Saturday and I met him at the station. We had promised him that we wouldn't invite any people in and that we wouldn't try to talk art to him. Driving out from the station I asked him if he wanted to do anything in particular, like play croquet or go for a swim or a walk in the woods, and he said that he just wanted to sit and relax. So we sat around all afternoon, and Lautisse looked at a ball game7 on television for about five minutes, and couldn't understand it, and I took him to my shop and showed him an oil-burner and he couldn't understand that either. Mostly we sat around and talked.
I was up at seven-thirty the next morning and when I was having breakfast I remembered a job I'd been putting off for some time. Our vegetable garden has a white fence which I built with my own hands five years ago.
That garden fence is my pride and joy, and now that it needed a fresh coat of paint, I wanted to do the job. I got out a bucket hall full of white paint and a brush. While I was getting things ready, I heard footsteps and there stood Lautisse. I said I had been getting ready to paint the fence but now that he was up, I'd postpone it. He protested. I took up the brush but he seized it from my hand and said, "First, I show you!"
I'm no Tom Sawyer — I wasn't looking for anybody to paint that fence. I let him finish two sides of the post and then interrupted.
"I'll take it from here," I said, reaching for the brush.
"No, no!" he said, with an impatient wave of the brush.
I argued with him but he wouldn't even look up from his work. I went back to the Sunday papers but every now and then I'd get up and go out and watch him for a couple of minutes. He spent three hours at it and finished the fence, all four sections of it. You should have seen him when he walked around the house to the terrace where I was sitting — he had paint all over him.
Some time during the afternoon he asked me if we were anywhere near Cappaqu, and I said it was the next town, and he wanted to know if we had ever heard of Gerston, the sculptor. We had heard, of him, of course, and Lautisse said he had once known Gerston in Paris, and would it be possible to get in touch with him? I got Gerston on the telephone for him, but he talked in French, and I have no idea what the conversation was about.
He went back to town on the 9.03 that evening and at the station shook my hand and said I was a fine fellow and that he hadn't enjoyed himself so much in years, and that he wanted Betsy and me to come to New York and have dinner with him some night.
We didn't hear anything from him or about him for ten days. Then the New York papers got hold of the story. In the interview which Lautisse gave there were a few lines about the weekend he had spent with Mr. and Mrs. Gregg.
The day after the story appeared a reporter and a photographer from one of the papers arrived at our place. Besides taking pictures of Betsy and me, as well as of the house, they asked for every single detail of the great man's visit, and Betsy told them of course about the garden fence. They took more pictures of the fence, the paint bucket and the brush and the next morning the paper had quite a story. The headline said:
LAUTISSE PAINTS AGAIN.
It gave us a sort of funny feeling, all this publicity8, but we didn't have much time to think about it. People started arriving in large numbers. They all wanted my garden fence, because it had been painted by the great Lautisse.
"Look, gentlemen." I said. "I'm a businessman, I don't know anything about painting, I mean painting pictures. But I do know a thing or two about painting a fence. A mule could have held a paint brush in his teeth and done almost as good a job on that fence as Lautisse did."
In their turn they asked me if I knew that a single painting by Lautisse was worth as much as a quarter of a million dollars and whether I realized that my garden fence was a genuine Lautisse. I told them I'd make my decision in the next few days.
Those next few days were bedlam. We had to have the telephone disconnected — there were calls from all over the country. At least another dozen art galleries and museums sent people. By the end of the second day I was being offered twenty-five thousand. The next day fifty.
When on the fourth day Gerston came in. I immediately took up the subject of the fence. He advised me not to sell the fence yet — and let the Palmer Museum in New York exhibit it for several weeks. He also explained what all the excitement was about. He said one reason was that Lautisse had never before used a bit of white paint.
The fence was taken to New York. I went down myself to have a look, and I couldn't keep from laughing when I saw my fence — it had a fence around it.
The exhibition was to end on a Saturday, and Gerston phoned that day and asked if I would meet him at the museum on Sunday.
He led me to the room where my fence had been exhibited, and I did get a shock when we walked in. The fence had been cut up into sections.
"Don't get excited," said Gerston. "Let me show you something." He pointed to a word in black paint at the bottom corner. It took me a few seconds to recognize it. It was the signature of Lautisse.
"But ... but I don't get it" I stammered. "Why ... what ... where is he?"
"Lautisse sailed for home early this morning," said Gerston. "But last night he came over here, got down on his hands and knees, and signed each of the thirty sections. Now you've got something to sell."
And indeed I did have. Twenty-nine sections of the thirty sections were sold within a month's time at 10,000 each. I kept the thirtieth, it's hanging now in our living-room.
After it was all over, I went to see Gerston.
"Lautisse was genuinely fond of you and Mrs. Gregg,”he said. "He had no idea, when he painted your fence, that it would make such a noise. But when it did, he got a good laugh out of it. And it was his idea to have the fence cut into sections. Then he got down to work and signed each one."
Notes:
1. Lautisse ['lotis]
2. Betsy — the short for Elizabeth
3. the "Queen Elizabeth" — an ocean-going liner
4. to be on deck (at sea, on board (a ship) — remember that there are no articles in these word-combinations
5. Senator — a member of the Senate, the upper house in US Congress
6. state-room — a private cabin on a steamer
7. ball game — here: baseball, the national game of the US
8. publicity — public notice or attention
1. COMPREHENSION
Ex. 1. Answer the following questions:
1. How did Mr. Gregg happen to meet Lautisse ?
2. What was their first meeting like?
3. Why did Lautisse invite Mr. Gregg to his cabin the following day?
4. Why did Lautisse first introduce himself as Monsieur Roland?
5. Why wasn't Mr. Gregg in the least impressed when he heard his new friend's real name?
6. What did the Greggs learn about Lautisse from the ship's librarian?
7. Why did Lautisse accept the invitation to spend a weekend with the Greggs?
8. Why did Lautisse enjoy his stay at the Greggs' so much?
9. Why did the Greggs become suddenly popular?
10. At what exact moment did Gerston appear on the scene?
11. What was Gerston`s advice to Mr. Gregg?
12. Why did Lautisse think the incident with the fence a great joke?
Ex. 2. Translate the following passages into Russian.
1. p. 7. From "Everybody knows by this time..." to "...and then his expression changed."
2. p. 7. From "His English was good..." to "There was a Miss Ethrlyn Bridges on board".
3. p. 8. From "I told Betsy all about it..." to "...that he came up to our place for a weekend".
4. p. 8. From "That garden fence is my pride and joy..." to "First, I show you!"
5. p. 9. From "I argued with him..." to "...he had paint all over him".
6. p. 9. From "The day after the story appeared..." to "...because it was painted by the great Lautisse”.
7. p. 10. From "In their turn they asked me..." to "The next day fifty".
8. p. 10. From "'Lautisse was genuinely fond of you..." to "...and signed each one'".
III. WORD STUDY
Ex. 1. Give words and expressions close in meaning to the following: