No, Mel Said. I Think, in the End, They Ll Have to Move. (Arthur Hailey, Airport P 129)

In a stained voice he warned, “Stay where you are! Don’t come closer!” (Arthur Hailey, Airport, P 166)
“No,” Mel said. “I think, in the end, they’ll have to move. (Arthur Hailey, Airport P 129)
Walking back toward the Customs Hall – this time through the passenger section of the terminal – Inspector Harry Standish was still thinking about the man with the attaché case. (Arthur Hailey, Airport, P 113)
“John (not simplified spelling, but short for Jolyon, which is a name in my family, they say) is the sort that light up and goes out; about five feet ten, still growing, and I believe he’s going to be a poet. (John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga, P63)
“The few who had “speculation” in their souls, and the many who had none, with a belt of hybrids like himself in the middle. (John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga, P32)
“It’s the police!” she hissed(прошипела) at him and for a moment he thought she was going to scratch(выцарапать) his eyes out. “They want you!”(James Hadley Chase, A Lotus for Miss Quon, P66)
“Don’t leave me,” she had begged. “I’m frightened! Isn’t there some other way? Wouldn’t it be better to go to the police? If you gave them the…”( James Hadley Chase, A Lotus for Miss Quon, P83)
Standish heard some, though not all, of what was said. “Excuse… my son just boarded… blond hair, not hat, camel-hair coat… forgot his wallet… all his money.” (Arthur Hailey, Airport, P 112)
The Selcal message ended: SUGGEST RETURN OF ALTERNATE LANDING AT CAPITAIN’S DISCRETION.( James Hadley Chase, A Lotus for Miss Quon, P150)
She had the same innocent expression; the same childish way of standing, even the same doll-like features. ( James Hadley Chase, A Lotus for Miss Quon, P8)
The small attaché case, Gwen saw, was still in the same position on his knee, his hands holding it. (Arthur Hailey, Airport, P 160)
Had he heard Haum’s cry for help? ( James Hadley Chase, A Lotus for Miss Quon, P22)
He put Haum down gently on the floor, then he went over to his big clothes closet, opened it, made space at the bottom of the closet and then put Haum in a sitting position in the closet, his back against the wall. ( James Hadley Chase, A Lotus for Miss Quon, P25)
Haum’s body had been taken to the shattered police post and had been planted in the ditch near where the two Viet Minh bodies had been found. ( James Hadley Chase, A Lotus for Miss Quon, P87)
From its present height of twenty-eight thousand feet, it must descend some three and a half miles to where the air was denser (плотный) so that passengers and crew (экипаж) could breathe and survive without supplemental oxygen. (Arthur Hailey, Airport, P 171)
His hand was swollen (вздутый) and heavy; a little thread (нитка) of pain ran up the inside of his arm and settled in a pocket in his armpit (подмышка). (John Steinbeck, The Pastures of heaven, P302)
I was close now and I could smell frying bacon and baking bread, the warmest, pleasantest odors (запах) I know. (John Steinbeck, The Pastures of heaven, P308)
At the sight of the assemble plows and graders, now deployed in line on the runway, to their right, Patroni dropped his cigar altogether. (Arthur Hailey, Airport, P 196)
Without pausing, Mel went on. (Arthur Hailey, Airport, P 128)

Leisure

What is this life if, full of care.

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

(W.H.Davis)

21.Hear the sledges(молот) with the bells-

Silver bells!

What a world of merriment (веселье) their melody fortells!

How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle(звенеть),

In the icy (холодный) air of night

While the stars, that oversprinkle

All the heavens, seem to twinkle

With a crystalline delight;

Keeping time, time, time

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells

From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells.

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

(E. A. Poe The Bell)

22. He clucked with his tongue and the pony started to walk in a big circle, held in by the long rope. (John Steinbeck, The Pastures of heaven, P392)

23. Now when you get up there, just grab (хватать) tight with your knees and keep your hands away from the saddle (седло), and if you get throwed, don’t let that stop you. (John Steinbeck, The Pastures of heaven, P395)

I despise(презираю) its very vastness and power. It has the poorest millionaires, the littlest great men, the haughtiest (надменный) beggars, the plainest beauties, the lowest skyscrapers, the dolefulest(печальный) pleasures of any town I ever seen”. (O’Henry)
“Oh, but –Prosper,” Winifred interjected comfortably, ”the girls in the streets – the girls who’ve been in munitions(снаряжение), the little flappers in the shops; their managers now really quite hit you in the eye”.(John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga, P166)
It was hot that night. Both she and her mother had put on thin, pale low frocks. The dinner flowers were pale. Fleur was struck with the pale look of everything; her father’s face, her mother’s shoulders; the pale paneled walls, the pale grey velvety carpet, the lamp-shade, even the soup was pale. (John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga, P156)
“Her soul was a lighted candle in a lantern, flickering in the wind so that its flame was hardly seen, and the lantern was useless; but presently the wind of Death was stilled, and the light shone out and filled the darkness”.( Somerset Maugham “Mrs Craddock ”)
“Maidens, like moths (моль), are ever caught by glare,” (Byron.)
Late in the afternoon, when the sun had gone behind the hill, there was a time Mary called the really-garden-time. (John Steinbeck, The Pastures of heaven, P276)
“There is a sort of “Oh-what- a-wicked-world- -this- is-and-how-I-wish-I-could-do-something-to-make-it-better-and-nobler”expression about Montmorency that has been known to bring tears into the eyes of old ladies and gentlemen”.(Jerome K. Jerome, “Three Men in a Boat”)
The present storm had been born five days ago in the lee of the Colorado.( A. Hailey )
“(England)…sucked the blood of other countries, destroyed the brains and hearts of Irishmen, Hindus, Egyptian, Boers and Burmese.” (John Galsworthy)
He took little satisfaction in telling each Mary shortly after she arrived, something ... (Th. Dreiser)
“One can never tell, dear Bertha. I think you ought to be prepared. One can never tell when he is to join the majority”.( Somerset Maugham “Mrs Craddock ”)
“the most pardonable of human weakness”( Dickens)
“the punctual servant of all work”( Dickens)
It was love-in-a-mist-one of those illumined pages of life, where ever word and smile, and every light touch they gave each other were as little gold and red and blue butterflies and flowers and birds scrolled in among the text – a happy communing, without afterthought, wich lasted thirty-seven minutes. (John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga, P120)
“This Craddock is an awfully nicefellow.” ( Somerset Maugham “Mrs Craddock ”)
Don’t use big words. They mean so little. (Wilde)
“It must be delightful to find oneself in a foreign country without a penny in one’s pocket”.(newspaper, Moscow News)
“…You see the earth takes twenty-four hours to turn round on its axis -”

“Talking of axes”, said the Dormouse, “chop off her head!”( L. Carroll)

There are two things I look for in a man. A sympathetic character and full lips. (I.Shaw)
She went home, in a flood of tears and a sedan chair. (Dickens)
“They looked at hundreds of houses; they climed thousands of stairs; they inspected innumerable kitchens.”(S.Maugham)
That’s one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind”( John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga)
“It’s easier for father to have children, than for children to have a real father”
“You couldn’t win from me in a thousand years”, Danny assured him.(J. London)
Behind him the nurse did he knew not what, for his father made a tiny movement of repulsion as if resenting that interference and almost at once his breathing eased away, became quiet, he lay very still.
With the money from the sale of the diamonds, he would be free to do anything he liked. But the trick question was, of course: how to get to Hong Kong? ( James Hadley Chase, A Lotus for Miss Quon, P22)
“Here he was at home, no improprieties were there from which he must keep his wife.”( Somerset Maugham “Mrs Craddock ”)
The Song of Hiawatha

Ye who love the haunts of Nature,

Love the sunshine of the meadow,

Love the shadow of the forest,

Love the wind among the branches,

And the rain-shower and the snow-storm,

Through their palisades of pine-trees,

And the thunder in the mountains,

Whose innumerable echoes

Flap like eagles in their eyries;-

Listen to these wild traditions,

To this song of Hiawatha!

Ye who love a nation’s legends,

Love the ballads of a people,

That like voices from afar off

Call to us to pause and listen,

Speak in tones so plain and childlike,

Scarcely can the ear distinguish

Whether they are sung or spoken;-

Listen to this Indian Legend,

To this Song of Hiawatha!

(H.W. Longfellow)

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;

If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two imposers just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

(Rudyard Kipling)