1 The Death Of Karen Silkwood
- The difference between a true story and a fictional[ˈfɪkʃənl]
one is this: a fictional story has an ending, but a true story does
- People often say that real life is stranger than fiction. It can
certainly be just as frightening - and sometimes much more
- But some people were not happy about the accident. First of all, her
boyfriend, Drew[druː] Stephens. Also a
newspapyer journalist[ˈdʒɜːnəlɪst] from the New York Times and a Union[ˈjuːniən] official[əˈfɪʃl] from Washington.
- These clothes protect you from radioactive[ˌreɪdiəʊˈæktɪv] dust.
- You need an identity[aɪˈdentəti] card to get into the factory
- We put uranium[juˈreɪniəm] into the fuel[ˈfjuːəl] rod[rɒd]s. That’s why you must always wear your gloves.
- The managers take photographs of the fuel rods to check that they
are safe. But I know that they are secretly changing the negative[ˈneɡətɪv]s of the photographs.
- The alarm never went off when people arrived - only
when they left.
- The factory’s managers are trying to sack[sæk] you. Say
nothing, do nothing. We’ll speak to them and tell them that we know
what’s happened to you.
- The phone line went dead.
2 Troll and Other Stories
- Everybody has heard stories about the monsters called troll[trɒl; trəʊl]s in Sweden[ˈswiːdn], but Sonja
knows the stories are ture, because of her grandfather.
- I’ll need a hammer[ˈhæmə(r)] and some nail[neɪl]s too.
Please carry the nails for me. I’ll carry the hammer because it’s
- There were two young trees in the graden and between them there was
a washing line.
- They were tying['taɪɪŋ] themselves into knots.
- He was standing next to his car, by the side of Route 21, the long
road that runs from Buraimi to Nizwa.
- He liked to spend the weekend, which in Oman is
Thursday and Friday, at home with his family.
- The driver was wearing a traditional long robe, which
hid his legs and feet.
- He was tired and thirsty, and his mouth was dry as dust.
- Now the road began to turn downhill, and the land beside the road
fell away into fields and woods.
- I don’t think that a day goes past when she doesn’t think about
3 Romeo and Juliet
- It is a story of passionate[ˈpæʃənət] young love, in the
beautiful Italian city of Verona. Romeo[ˈrəʊmiəʊ]
and Juliet['dʒu:ljət] are the star-crossed[ˈstɑː krɒst] lovers,
who meet, fall in love, and promise to be true to each other for
- Love is strong, but not as strong as family tradition, or hate, or
revenge[rɪˈvendʒ]. Like young people all over the world, Romeo and
Juliet want the right to decide their future for themselves, but in the
end the state[steɪt] and their families are too powerful for
- The Capulets’ house. Lady Capulet, Juliet and the Nurse[nɜːs] are talking.
- He is a friend of the Prince of Verona. I want you to try very, very
hard to love him.
- If he has a wife, I’ll die unmarried.
- I must talk to the priest[priːst], Father Lawrence['lɒrəns]. I’ll ask him to marry us, secretly, without
telling our families.
- Tybalt stab[stæb]s Mercutio
and runs away. Mercutio falls.
4 The Importance of Being
- Oscar['ɒskə] Wilde called this play ’a trivial[ˈtrɪviəl] comedy[ˈkɒmədi] for serious people. It was
first produced, in London, in February 1895, when Wilde was at the
height of his success. It has been popular ever since.
- The Importance of Being Earnest is a story about two young gentlemen
who are not earnest[ˈɜːnɪst] at all.
- The play is set in an expensive London flat[flæt] and a
large house in the English countryside, in the early 1890s.
- But you told me that you were here for pleasure!That sounds more
- ‘Lane[leɪn],bring me the cigarette case which Mr Worthing left here last week.’,‘Have you had my case all
- You’ve always told me that it was Ernest['ɜ:nɪst]. You answer
to the name of Ernest.
- Before Mr Cardew died he made me Cecily’s guardian[ˈɡɑːdiən]. That’s why she calls me
- The poor man’s terribly unwell tonight, so I can’t possibly go to
dinner at Aunt Augusta[ɔːˈɡʌstə]’s. I can come to dinner with
- Can you only love me if my name is Ernest?
- Somebody must christen me at once - I mean, you must
marry me at once.
- He gave me the name of Worthing because, at the
time, he had a ticket for Worthing in his pocket. Worthing is in Sussex. It’s a holiday town, by the sea.
- Where did he find you, this kind person who had a ticket for
- A large black handbag. He got it from the cloakroom[ˈkləʊkruːm; ˈkləʊkrʊm]
at Victoria[vɪk'tɔːrɪə] Station.
- I once wrote a novel[ˈnɒvl], in my younger days.
- If you don’t marry, women will never leave you alone. Single men are
so exciting for women.
- A married man is only interesting to his wife. And often not even to
her, so people tell me.
- I like it very much when you speak openly, Ernest. I’d like to write
your words in my diary[ˈdaɪəri].
- I love you deeply, wildly, hopelessly[ˈhəʊpləsli]….
- (Starting to eat muffin[ˈmʌfɪn]s)And I just wanted to be
engaged to Cecily.
- If people are engaged for long, they find out too much about the
other person. That is never a good thing.
- Yes, Miss Prism[ˈprɪzəm] is Miss Cardew’s governess[ˈɡʌvənəs]. A fine teacher and a dear lady.
- Twenty-eight years ago you left my house with a baby boy in a pram[præm]. You never come back.
5 Love among the Haystacks
- Hay that will hold that summer sweetness all through the cold,
hungry winter months.
- They can see her now, up the hill, in the garden of a house next to
the hayfield['heɪfiːld]. Maurice has kissed her, but
Geoffrey['dʒefrɪ] has not, and Geoffrey burns with hate for his
- They stood up to their knees in the soft hay, while above them the
golden sun burned down, and all around them was the hot sweet smell of
the silvery hay.
- He pushed his fork[fɔːk] into the hay, and stared at his
brother, with a smile on his face.
- “No. No, I didn’t,” replied Geoffrey. He turned away, frowning.
- Geoffrey leant[lent] on his fork and stared out over the
fields. Far away was the city of Nottingham, and between, the country
lay under the burning sun, with here and there the smoke from a factory
going up into the sky.
- The German girl was the governess from the house beside the top
field. Geoffrey was working one day in the field when a baby pushed
through a hole in the hedge from the garden of the house.
- “What’s going on ?”called a voice from below.The full wagon was now
standing at the foot of the haystack. Maurice’s face turned deep
- The father threw up great forkful[ˈfɔːkfʊl]s of hay, Geoffrey
then passed them along to Maurice, who built up the haystack’s
- Maurice had to move back, but his feet caught in the hay, and he
fell over the side of stack, all the way down to the ground.
- The fall knocked the breath[breθ] out of me, that’s
- Maurice put the food out in the shade[ʃeɪd] of a big
- Maurice was halfway through a great piece of meat pie and some cold
- A tramp was crossing the field towards them, He was small, thin, and
dirty, with mean[miːn] little eyes.
- She was small and finely made, Her clothes were neat[niːt]
and tidy, and her hair was pulled back under a sailor hat. She had a
pretty face, but there was a hard, cold look in her eyes.
- The young woman looked at Geoffrey, and he at her.
- Geoffrey understood that their little fight would stay a secret -
Maurice would not tell.
- There was not a breath[breθ] of wind, and everybody began
to feel tired.
- Then the moon came out, catching the flowers in its light, and they
shone like white ghostly faces against the dark of the hedge.
- He took a handful of white flowers from the hedge, and threw them over[ˈəʊvə(r)] himself.
- Maurice caught one of the horses, put the girl on the horse’s back,
then climbed up in front of her. She put her arms round his waist[weɪst].
- The night lay across the fields and hills like a great dark carpet[ˈkɑːpɪt], with here and there the little lights of a house or
- He left Paula['pɔ:lə], and went to the shed[ʃed]
in the corner of the field.
- Geoffrey turned away at the last words, and walked back to the shed.
The rain was now falling heavily. He felt miserable , and lonely.
- “I thought he was here.”She began to weep[wiːp],
- Slowly, she took off her hat and coat and put the blanket[ˈblæŋkɪt] round her.
- Lie down and get your night’s rest. I can sit at this end , out of
- Four lonely, miserable years were suddenly behind her; she was no
longer old before her time.
- Outside, a heavy mist[mɪst] lay across the field, hiding
the trees and the hedges.
- He put the ladder back up in the same place, and then went along the
hedge, looking for firewood[ˈfaɪəwʊd]
- Geoffrey and Lydia stayed true, one to the other.
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