естественно, если бы он стал ученым, ему хорошо давались точные науки в школе, но он стал
актером. 7. Ты бы давно закончила этот перевод если бы не болтала по телефону. 8. Ты бы не
забыла мне позвонить, если бы не была такой рассеянной.
V. Make up a dialogue, using the patterns from Units One and Two.
Example: A.: If my mother hadn't been ill 1 should have gone to the South last summer.
В.: You had bad luck. And what are your plans for the coming winter holidays?
A.: I haven't made any plans so far.
В.: Wouldn't you like to stay with me at my aunt's in the country?
A,: But would it be convenient to her?
В.: Certainly.
A.: Well, that's very nice of you to invite me.
TEXT. A DAY'S WAIT by Ernest Hemingway
Hemingway, Ernest (1899-1961): a prominent American novelist and short-story writer. He
began to write fiction about 1923, his first books being the reflection of his war experience. "The
Sun Also Rises" (1926) belongs to this period as well as "A Farewell to Arms" (1929) in which the
antiwar protest is particularly powerful.
During the Civil War Hemingway visited Spain as a war correspondent. His impressions of
the period and his sympathies with the Republicans found reflection in his famous play "The Fifth
Column" (1937), the novel "For Whom the Bell Tolls" (1940) and a number of short stories.
His later works are "Across the River and into the Trees" (1950) and "The Old Man and the
Sea" (1952) and the very last novel "Islands in the Stream" (1970) published after the author's death.
In 1954 he was awarded a Nobel Prize for literature.
Hemingway's manner is characterized by deep psychological insight into the human nature.
He early established himself as the master of a new style: laconic and somewhat dry.
He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked
ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move. "What's
the matter, Schatz? "12
"I've got a headache."
12 Schatz ( Germ.): darling
"You'd better go back to bed."
"No, I'm all right."
"You go to bed. I'll see you when I'm dressed."
But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and
miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.
"You go up to bed," I said, "you're sick."
"I'm all right," he said.
When the doctor came he took the boy's temperature.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"One hundred and two."13
Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored capsules with