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Neyda Díaz- Participantes: Franklin Lezama CI.8.532.822
Trabajo Nº 5
Idioma Avanzado Intensivo
Reading Comprehension
Stonehenge is a Neolithic and Bronze Age megalithic monument located
near Amesbury in the English
It is composed of earthworks surrounding a circular setting of large
standing stones and is one of the most famous prehistoric sites in the world.
Archaeologists think that the standing stones were erected between 2500
BC and 2000 BC although the surrounding circular earth bank and ditch, which
constitute the earliest phase of the monument, have been dated to about 3100
BC.
The site and its surroundings were added to the UNESCO's list of World
Heritage Sites in 1986 in a co-listing with Aveburyhenge monument,
and it is also a legally protected ScheduledAncientMonument.
Questions
Now, answer the questions about the text.
"Mummy! Mummy!" shouted little Murna
racing from the front door through to the kitchen. "There's a parcel. The
postman's brought a parcel!"
Her mother, Savni,
looked at her in surprise. She had no idea who could have sent them a parcel.
Maybe it was a mistake. She hurried to the door to find out. Sure enough, the
postman was there, holding a parcel about the size of a small brick.
"From
It was true. In the top right-hand corner
of the brown paper parcel were three strange-looking stamps, showing a man's
head. The package was addressed to Savni, in big, clear black letters.
"Well, I suppose it must be from
Great-Aunt Pasni," said Savni to herself, as the postman went on
his way down the street, whistling. "Although it must be twenty years
since we heard anything from her. I thought she would have been dead by
now."
Savni's husband Jornas and her son Arinas were just coming in
from the garden, where Murna had run to tell them about the parcel.
"Well, open it then!" said Arinas impatiently. "Let's see
what's inside!"
Setting the parcel down in the middle of
the table, Savni carefully began to tear open the paper. Inside, there was
a large silver container with a hinged lid, which was taped shut. There was
also a letter.
"What is it? What is it?"
demanded Murna impatiently. "Is it a present?"
"I have no idea,"
said Savni in confusion. "I think it must be from
Great-Aunt Pasni. She went to
"Well, open the pot, anyway,"
said Jornas. "Let's see what's inside."
Cautiously, Savni pulled the tape
from the neck of the silver pot, and opened the lid. Four heads touched over
the top of the container, as their owners stared down inside.
"Strange," said Arinas.
"All I see is powder." The pot was about one-third full of a kind of
light-grey powder.
"What is it?" asked Murna,
mystified.
"We don't know, darling,"
said Savni, stroking her daughter's hair. "What do you
think?" Murna stared again into the pot.
"I think its coffee," she
announced, finally. "American coffee."
"It's the wrong colour for coffee,
darling," said Jornas thoughtfully. "But maybe she's on the
right track. It must be some kind of food." Murna, by now, had her
nose right down into the pot. Suddenly, she lifted her head and sneezed loudly.
"Id god up by doze," she
explained.
"That's it!" said Arinas.
"It must be pepper! Let me try some." Dipping a finger into the
powder, he licked it. "Yes," he said, "it's pepper all
right. Mild, but quite tasty. It's American pepper."
"All right," said Savni,
"we'll try it on the stew tonight. We'll have American-style stew!"
That evening, the whole family agreed
that the American pepper had added a special extra taste to their usual evening
stew. They were delighted with it. By the end of the week, there was only a
teaspoonful of the grey powder
left in the silver container. Then Savni called a halt.
"We're saving the last bit for Sunday.
Dr. Haret is coming to dinner, and we'll let him have some as a special
treat. Then it will be finished."
The following Sunday, the whole family
put on their best clothes, ready for dinner with Dr. Haret. He was the
local doctor, and he had become a friend of the family many years before, when
he had saved Arinas's life after an accident. Once every couple of
months, Savni invited the doctor for dinner, and they all looked forward
to his entertaining stories of his youth at the university in the capital.
During dinner, Savni explained to
the doctor about the mysterious American pepper, the last of which she had put
in the stew they were eating, and the letter they could not read.
"Well, give it to me, give it to me!" said the doctor briskly.
"I speak English! I can translate it for you."
Savni brought
the letter, and the family waited, fascinated, as the doctor began to
translate.
"Dear Savni: you don't know me,
but I am the son of your old Great-Aunt Pasni. She never talked much to us
about the old country, but in her final illness earlier this year, she told us
that after her death, she wanted her ashes to be sent back home to you, so that
you could scatter them on the hills of the country where she was born. My
mother died two weeks ago, and her funeral and cremation took place last week.
I am sending her ashes to you in a silver casket. Please do as she asked, and
spread them over the ground near where she was born. Your cousin, George
Leary."
(MDH 1995 --
from a common urban legend)
Choose the answer you think is correct.
As Andrea turned off the motorway onto
the road to Brockbourne, the small village in which she lived, it was four
o'clock in the afternoon, but already the sun was falling behind the hills. At
this time in December, it would be completely dark by five o'clock. Andrea
shivered. The interior of the car was not cold, but the trees bending in the
harsh wind and the patches of yesterday's snow still heaped in the fields made
her feel chilly inside. It was another ten miles to the cottage where she lived
with her husband Michael, and the dim light and wintry weather made her feel a little
lonely. She would have liked to listen to the radio, but it had been stolen
from her car when it was parked outside her office in
She was just coming out of
the little
When she did get in, Andrea could see that she
was not, in fact, so little. Broad and fat, the old lady had some difficulty
climbing in through the car door, with her big bag, and when she had got in,
she more than filled the seat next to Andrea. She wore a long, shabby old
dress, and she had a yellow hat pulled down low over her eyes. Panting noisily
from her effort, she pushed her big brown canvas shopping bag down onto the
floor under her feet, and said in a voice which was almost a whisper,
"Thank you dearie -- I'm just going to Brockbourne."
"Do you live there?" asked Andrea, thinking
that she had never seen the old lady in the village in the four years she had
lived there herself.
"No, dearie," answered the
passenger, in her soft voice, "I'm just going to visit a friend. He was
supposed to meet me back there at Mickley, but his car won't start, so I
decided to hitchhike -- there isn't a bus until seven, and I didn't want to
wait. I knew some kind soul would give me a lift."
Something in the way the lady spoke, and the
way she never turned her head, but stared continuously into the darkness ahead
from under her old yellow hat, made Andrea uneasy about this strange
hitchhiker. She didn't know why, but she felt instinctively that there was
something wrong, something odd, something....dangerous. But how could an
old lady be dangerous? it was absurd.
Careful not to turn her head, Andrea looked
sideways at her passenger. She studied the hat, the dirty collar of the dress,
the shapeless body, the arms with their thick black hairs....
Thick black
hairs?
Hairy arms?
Andrea's blood froze.
This wasn't a woman. It was a man.
At first, she didn't know what to do. Then suddenly, an idea came into her
racing, terrified brain. Swinging the wheel suddenly, she threw the car into a
skid, and brought it to a halt.
"My God!" she shouted, "A child! Did you see the child? I think
I hit her!"
The "old lady" was clearly shaken by the sudden skid. "I didn't
see anything dearie," she said. "I don't think you hit
anything."
"I'm sure it was a child!" insisted Andrea.
"Could you just get out and have a look? Just see if there's anything on
the road?" She held her breath. Would her plan work?
It did. The passenger slowly opened the car
door, leaving her bag inside, and climbed out to investigate. As soon as she
was out of the vehicle, Andrea gunned the engine and accelerated madly away.
The car door swung shut as she rounded a bend, and soon she had put a good
three miles between herself and the awful hitchhiker.
It was only then that she thought about the bag
lying on the floor in front of her. Maybe the bag would provide some
information about the real identity about the old woman who was not an old
woman. Pulling into the side of the road, Andrea lifted the heavy bag onto her
lap and opened it curiously.
It contained only one item -- a small hand axe,
with a razor-sharp blade. The axe, and the inside of the bag, were covered
with the dark red stains of dried blood.
Andrea began to scream.
(MDH 1994 -- From a common urban legend)
Choose
on the answer you think is correct.