REPÚBLICA BOLIVARIANA DE VENEZUELA
MINISTERIO DE EDUCACIÓN SUPERIOR
UNIVERSIDAD YACAMBÚ
VICERRECTORADO DE ESTUDIOS VIRTUALES

Subjet: Idioma Avanzado Intensivo
Professor: Neyda Díaz
Made by: Eliset Cavallaro
August, 2007
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
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.