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I beg your pardon. I do hope I haven't hurt you.

Not at all. My fault really I was walking far too quickly I'm so sorry.

It's all right. But haven't we met before?

I'm afraid I can't place you.

Mary: Have you had your holiday for this year yet, Jane?
Jane: Not yet. I’m taking it at the end of September.
Mary: Where are you going? Have you made up your mind?
Jane: Not really. I thought of going to Spain again, but I’ve already been there twice and I’d like to try somewhere new.
Mary: My brother’s just gone to Mexico for two weeks. I had a card from him yesterday and he seems to be having a good time. Why don’t you go there?
Jane: That’s O.K. for you well-off people, but I couldn’t possibly afford it. I’m much too hard up at the moment.
Mary: The air-fare is quite expensive, I admit, but you needn1t spend a lot when you get there.
Jane: I’ve already spent a lot of money this year. My flat was done up last month, so I haven’t got much to spare for expensive holidays abroad.

Зову я смерть. Мне видеть невтерпеж
Достоинство, что просит подаянья,
Над простотой глумящуюся ложь,
Ничтожество в роскошном одеянье,
И совершенству ложный приговор,
И девственность, поруганную грубо,
И неуместной почести позор,

t is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale\’s high note is heard.
It is the hour when lovers\’ vows
Seem sweet in every whisper\’d word.
And gentle winds and waters near
Make music to the lonely ear.
Each flower the dews have lightly wet,
And in the sky the stars are met:

As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma’s door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
And Wolfie said, “May I come in?”
Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
“He’s going to eat me up!'” she cried.

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Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called 'Little Red Cap.'

One day her mother said to her: 'Come, Little Red Cap, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing; and when you go into her room, don't forget to say, "Good morning", and don't peep into every corner before you do it.'

'I will take great care,' said Little Red Cap to her mother, and gave her hand on it.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail