UNIVERSIDAD YACAMBÚ
Vicerrectorado de
Estudios Virtuales
Idioma Avanzado Intensivo
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TRABAJO 8
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Profesora Neyda Díaz
Trabajo elaborado por:
Lourdes Torres
Reading Comprehension
Stonehenge
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
Questions
Now, answer the
questions about the text.
"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.
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)