Упр.2 Unit 2 Progress Check ГДЗ Enjoy English 10 класс

Задача

Приведем выдержку из задания из учебника Биболетова, Бабушис 10 класс, Дрофа: 2 a) Read the text and choose the best title for it.
One fine summer morning Mr Earnshaw, the old master, came downstairs, dressed for a journey; and, after he had told Joseph what was to be done during the day, he turned to Hindley and Cathy, and then he said, speaking to his son, ‘Now, my bonny man, I’m going to Liverpool today, what shall I bring you? You may choose what you like: only let it be little, for I shall walk there and back: sixty miles each way, that is a long way!’ Hindley named a fiddle, and then he asked Miss Cathy; she was hardly six years old, but she could ride any horse in the stable, and she chose a whip. He then kissed his children, said good-bye, and set off.
It seemed a long while to us all, the three days of his absence. Mrs Earnshaw expected him by supper time on the third evening, and she put the meal off hour after hour; there were no signs of his coming, however, and at last the children got tired of running down to the gate to look. Then it grew dark; she would have had them to bed, but they begged sadly to stay up; and, just about eleven o’clock, in stepped the master. He threw himself into a chair, laughing and groaning, and then he opened his coat, which he held bundled in his arms. ‘See here, wife! You must take it as a gift of God; though it’s as dark as if it came from the devil.’
We crowded round, and over Miss Cathy’s head I saw a dirty, ragged, black-haired child; big enough both to walk and talk. Yet when it was set on its feet, it only stared round, and repeated over and over again some gibberish that nobody could understand. I was frightened, and Mrs Earnshaw was ready to throw it out of doors. The master tried to explain the matter: he had seen it starving, and houseless, in the streets of Liverpool, where he picked it up and inquired for its owner. No one knew to whom it belonged and he decided to take it home with him, because he was determined he would not leave it as he found it. Mr Earnshaw told me to wash it, and give it clean things, and let it sleep with the children.
Suddenly her (Flora’s) face paled as she saw the sock she’d been looking for in the fruit bowl. She seized it.
«Oh, Mum, my name tags! You didn’t sew them on my game things and Mrs Taylor said I’ll get a debit if they are not on by today!»
«Flora, it’s quarter past 7 already. Why didn’t you remind me last night?»
«But I’ll get a debit!» she wailed, pulling the whole kit out of her bag in a crumpled heap. «And you never ironed it, and she said unless each piece is named, including the socks…»
«Here.» I snatched them up and ran to the kitchen drawer. The first biro nib disappeared up its plastic shaft, the second had no ink, so I siezed a red felt pen and began to scrawl frenziedly.
«In pen?»
«So lone as it’s named, she won’t mind,» I muttered.
«Tell her I’ll do it properly tonight.»
As the red ink ran hideously into the cuff of her white socks, I avoided her eyes which were round with horror. Poor Flora, always on the lookout for something new to fret about and always finding it in me. My daughter so immaculate, so conscientious, so pristine, so fearful of incurring the potential anger of her teachers; a classroom helper and practically lifetime holder of the manners badge, with shoes you could see your face in she shined them so assiduously at the kitchen table; and with a mother who tried hard to come up with her scrupulous standards, but failed miserably.
«.. OK. Now go. Go, darling, the bus will be at the corner any minute.»
We both glanced up as the familiar rattle heralded its approach and, through the kitchen window, saw the yellow school bus trundle around the corner.
«Go!» I yelled.
She went, snatching up her bags, flying down the passage and through the front door as 1 followed behind. But halfway down the garden path, she turned. Ran back. Threw her arms around me.
«Bye, Mummy.»
«Bye»
I hugged her hard. Kissed the top of her dark head furiously to remind her how much I loved her. Then I turned her around by her shoulders, gave her a little push, and off she flew.
b) Read the text again and for the questions 1-6 choose the best alternatives.
1 The story is told by:
a) a child of Mr Earnshaw
b) a servant of the Earnshaws
c) a friend of the family
2 Mr Earnshaw told his children to ask him for small presents because:
a) he didn’t have enough money to buy big presents
b) he thought it would be hard to carry big presents all the way on foot
c) he didn’t have time to look for big presents
3 The children ran to the gate again and again because:
a) they couldn’t wait to see their dad
b) they didn’t want to go to bed
c) they were hungry and wanted to have dinner
4 Mr Earnshaw:
a) wanted to play a joke on his family
b) wanted to surprise everyone
c) wanted his wife to accept the child
5 The child Mr Earnshaw brought:
a) could not speak at all
b) spoke a strange language
c) was quite tidy
6 Mrs Earnshaw:
a) didn’t like her husband’s idea
b) felt sorry for the child
c) asked the servant to wash it
1 The daughter was upset because
a) she was late for school.
b) her mother hadn’t done what she had promised to do.
c) she didn’t want to go to school.
2 Mrs Taylor is
a) Flora’s mother.
b) Flora’s friend.
c) Flora’s teacher.
3 Mother used a felt pen because
a) other pens didn’t work.
b) she thought it would look better.
c) she couldn’t find any other pens.
4 Flora was always worried
a) that her mother would be angry with her.
b) that her teachers would be angry with her.
c) that she would get bad marks at school.
5 Flora went to school
a) by bus.
b) on foot.
c) by car.
6 Mother felt bad because
a) she couldn’t understand her daughter.
b) she wasn’t as intelligent as her daughter.
c) she wasn’t as tidy and organised as her daughter.
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