Task One: READ ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’
This is an extract from a short story. The narrator has murdered an old man and hidden his body under the floorboards. The Tell-Tale Heart: Edgar Allan Poe I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all of the body. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye – not even his – could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out – no stain of any kind – no blood-spot whatever. I had been too careful for that. When I had finished this task, it was four o’clock – still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it without fear, for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been told to the police, and they (the officers) had been sent to search the premises. I smiled, for what had I to fear? I welcomed the gentlemen to my home. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I said, was absent in the
countryside. I took my visitors all over the house. I told them to search thoroughly. I led them to his bedroom. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the
room and invited them to rest from their work, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own above the very spot where the corpse of the victim was. The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I relaxed. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted about familiar things. But, before long, I felt myself getting pale and wished they would leave. My head ached, and I imagined a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: it continued and became louder: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and became even louder – until I thought that the noise was not within my ears.
No doubt I now grew very pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased – and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound – like the sound as a watch makes. I gasped for breath – and yet the officers did not hear it. I talked more quickly; but the noise steadily increased. I got up and argued about small things, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not
leave? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides and still the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed – I shouted – I swore! I moved the chair upon which I had been sitting, and dragged it on the floorboards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder – louder – louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they could not hear it? Almighty God! – no, no! They heard! – they suspected! – they knew! – they were making a mockery of my horror! But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this mocking! I could not stand their fake smiles any longer. I felt that I must scream or die! and now – again! louder! louder! louder! louder!
“Villains!” I shrieked, “wait no more! I admit the deed! – tear up the planks! here, here! – It is the beating of his hideous heart!”
ANSWER these questions about the text
To prove your understanding, answer these questions about the text in your
notebook.
1. Where does the narrator hide the old man’s body?
2. What time did the officers arrive?
3. Was the narrator nervous at first?
4. Did the officers suspect anything after they’d been shown around the
house?
5. Where was the noise coming from?
6. Does the noise get louder or quieter?
7. What does the narrator do at the end of the story?
8. Can the other people in the room really hear the noise?
Đọc đoạn văn và trả lời câu hỏi :
Many people who work in London prefer to live outside it, and to go to their offices, factories or schools every day by train, car or bus, even though this means they have to get up earlier in the morning and come home later in the evening.
One advantage of living outside London is that houses are cheaper. Even a small flat in London without a garden costs quiet a lot to rent. With the same money, one can get a little house in the country with a garden of one's own.
Then, in the country one can rest from the noise and hurry of the town. Although one has to get up earlier and spend more time in trains or buses, one can sleep better at night, and during weekends. In summer evenings one can enjoy the fresh, clean air of the country. If one likes gardens, one can spendone's free time digging, planting, watering and doing the hundred and one other jobs which are needed in a garden.
SỬA LÀM BÀI VĂN GIÚP TỚ VS
Today, I will lecture about the country of Japan. the reason that I love this country as comics and cuisine. Japanese comics attached to my childhood. I spent a private space to collect them. There are many famous series like doraemon cônan. Japanese culinary culture is very rich and rich nutritional value. the Japanese usually use fresh ingredients to make dishes. and in particular they favor fish and vegetables. I would like to try the noodles or shushi in Japan. I have read in comics, look at them seems very appealing. Life in Japan is a high-quality life and modern. The Japanese are very careful and always demanding in all things. they are very hospitable and always help others, especially for international students. The end b1 other reason I love for a landscape that is. for example Mount Fuji or cherry. the famous temples in kyoto
13. I live in a ______________ house. There is a big supermarket and a park in my neighborhood.
A. country B. tree C. boat D. town
14. I think living in the city center is ______________ living in the country.
A. noisyer than B. noisier than C. more noisier than D. more noisy than
15. There are a lot of _______________ things to see in Da Lat.
A. boring B. interesting C. difficult D. new
12. That factory is producing ................... pollution.
A. more and more
B. better and better
C. less and least
D. more and less
13. The ……..….. I read about history, the ………….. it makes me realize how relevant history is for us today.
A. more / better
B. better / better
C. more / more
D. better / more
14. The less we study, the .................... we are.
A. worse
B. bad
C. well
D. good
15. ................. the match was, the more spectators it attracted.
A. The most interesting
B. The best interesting
C. The more interesting
D. The interesting
16. The more running water you use, .........................
A. your bill will be higher
B. will be higher your bill
C. the higher your bill will be
D. the highest your bill will be
Help me!!!
Dịch đoạn văn sau:
I think listening to music is my hobby. I love listening to all kind of music when I do my housework, when I do not have anything to do, or even when I have meal. I love all kinds of music; country, pop, rock and roll, and other kind of music. I am interested in hearing them because all songs bring me back my lovely memories. And they bring me energy to clean my sould. Most of the time, I love listening to music to relax my body. The music can make everything funier. Listening to some new songs is awesome. You can see the life is more beautiful.
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Why failure isn't always a bad thing
It’s often said we’re more risk-averse nowadays, more cautious, more careful not to fail. This is especially noticeable in both the workplace and in education, where the emphasis is on achieving good results, rather than on learning and becoming wiser. In fact, this attitude is so pervasive that many of us have become frightened of ever failing. Is this a healthy attitude? Research in both business and education suggests not.
In a study carried out at Bilkent University in Turkey and Ghent University in Belgium, Aikaterini Michou and colleagues questioned more than 1,000 high school and university students about their motivation to learn and the learning strategies they used. The students who were afraid to fail were more cautious, more likely to set goals that allowed them to feel better about themselves, rather than to pursue new interests or enhance personal development. They were also less likely to use the most effective learning strategies.
Joachim Brunstein and Peter Gollwitzer at the Universities of Erlangen and Konstanz in Germany conducted an experiment where they told a group of young adults they’d failed on the first of two tasks (irrespective of actual test scores). Those who’d been told the task was a test of their competence and promise in their chosen field – either medicine or computer science – were more likely to do better on the second task than were those who were told the initial task was irrelevant to their future career. It seems that when an individual fails in an area that’s important to them, that failure can become a motivator, rather than a deterrent.
Dịch đoạn văn sau:
My villageMy home village is now different from the village in my father's story. in his story, my village is very poor.
Everyone live a hard life that time. People lack of food, of money. Now, it is different. People don't live a hard life anymore. They have enough food, enough money, everyone got a house, and many more things. The only things that doesn't change is sentiment. Everyone always be very happy. They live together, help each other when they need, that is a luxury.
That makes my village a wonderful place for everyone. People are just farmer, but they solidarity in the face of penury. And when they have money in their hands, they still solidarity they are friendly with others, they are helpful, they are good people. That's about people.
Landscape is still like the old days. That river, that mountain. Nature is harmony with people. People live with nature, people product things of nature, and nature always open-handed with people, give them resource for them to build their house. That is what people seek, and they live with it very well.
That's all I can say about my home village, in my opinion, my village is a wonderful place. War does not determine who is right, only who is left:" Ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country"
Dịch sang Tiếng Việt:
"Tonight I sleep the round
She is the wind of human life. "
In this life, someone did not grow up in mother's arms, was heard Matthew bid ru sweet deal, a pharmacist who would not dream of sinking into the wind, her hand fan every sultry summer afternoon. And in this life, one love by his mother, one for life because I like her, someone ready to share with her as her sweet fleshy.
For me too, she is most interested in me and who I loved and the most indebted in the world. I used to think my mother was not beautiful. Not because there is a beautiful white skin, round face recovery or sparkling eyes ... but her face just skinny, tanned, high forehead, the wrinkles of the age of 40, of how anxiety in life in the upper corner of her eye. But my father told her more beautiful than other women in the intellectual beauty. Yes, my mother was smart, agile, very resourceful. On the position of a leader, who thinks his mother is cold, harsh. there are times when I thought so. but when his mother sat, her hands caressing my hair, everyone thought it all disappear. I have the sensation lightheadedness, anxiety hard to describe, feeling like I have never received so much love. It looks like a strong dotted line passed through her hands deep my heart, eye, lips tenderly, the sweet smile, ... through all of the parents. just love it when people close to her long before you feel all right. From small to large, I received the infinite love of the mother as a gift, a natural thing.
In the eyes of a child, she was born to care for children. I never ask the question: Why do parents accept unconditional sacrifice for me? . Good mother, very good to me but sometimes I think parents are so worthy, so ... evil. How many times, she yelled at me, I cried. Cry for depression depression, where rather than weep bitterly regret. Then for a time ... I came home from school, my mother read her diary stolen. I was immediately very, immediately pulling the diary from her hand and shouted: "Why the mother too much! This is the secret of the child, the mother can not work on. Mother very ill, I do not need her anymore! "Just thought I would eat a slap hurt. But not just silence the mother, pale cheeks, healthier eyes brimming. There is something that I did not dare look into her eyes.
I rushed into the room, locked the door despite the announcement on outside sales calls. I cried, cried so much, a small pillow was wet. As the late night, I awake, awake. There is a feeling of absence, which I do not how shortfalls avoided. I was wondering how I console myself by living in a world with no mother, not educated, will be very happy. But that's where the pharmacist to fill gaps in my head. Should I feel remorse? Was I hungry for love? ...
Free man do I think gradually fell asleep. In the dream film, I felt a warm hand, lightly touching my hair, pulled my blanket. Yeah I'm looking forward to the feeling, the feeling of sweet loving. I sunk in moments of tenderness, she closed his eyes for fear if you open your eyes, feeling it would fly away, away forever into nothingness and the immediate space is just a reality. The next morning I woke up, I felt the house so that sadness that. There is something missing. That morning, I had to eat bread, no white rice every day. I rated violence, had asked her father to see where it goes. My father said, his mother is ill, hospitalized a week. Feeling sad I have to cover my little brain. Mother in hospital and who would cook, who wash, who confided to me? I'm sorry too, because of anger over that has shattered the happiness of this little house. In my sick mother. All week, I was very sad. Housing shortage so that her smile so lonely. Every meal I have to eat outside, no parents, then get one I like cooking. Oh I remember that the boiled vegetables, casseroles's mother always.
After a week, she returned home, I was the first to welcome her. I've seen, she ran to hug me. Mother cried, saying: "I am sorry, she should not be secret child. Con ... I forgive her, listen to me. "Emotion I choked, tears poured wet. I just wanted to say: "Mommy errors in children, at the damage, all in children only. ". But why these words hard to say so. I hugged her, cried a lot. Alas! After a week I saw her was important to give any. Every day, parents busy with work that has stars like magic. Early in the morning, when he was dark, she was worried meals for your father. Then at the mother how to cook delicious dishes Oh. The food topping that does not nothing. The popular meal is only a belief but a matter of infinite love like mother. My father as the young birds pick each drop of sweet loving mother. The meal does not have mom, dad my whole dating process server to work together. Mother is washing, stripping the house ... the scan always hard at all. Mother took me all but I do not repay anything for her. Even words of love I'm not saying never. How many times have I toss and turn, the courage to tell her but then only, just wanted to say: Mom, now I grow it, I see love her, need her to know how. I have to love, listen to her. When children make mistakes, strict mother reminded, I do not even angry anymore, I just get error bowed and promised never again commit. When happy or sad, I will tell her to clap her hands to share with tenderness, gentle eyes. Mother's mother is not just that you, as you ... all of you. To grow and then find myself very happy to have her in the shape reminds. There mother was washing clothes, cleaning the house, cooking for the family.
Mother, mother sacrificed so much for children that have never demanded the return of his mother. her mother is the best, highest, greatest. Take life by the mother who has what. Is anyone willing to shield me from time to time. Oh I love the children! Had the courage to speak three languages: "I love you! "Be alone. The pain brave, I just fine-but what was first commissioned as her mother was strict. Con wrote these words, the mother would understand this more than my heart. Mother do not think when I opposed because I do not like her mother. Con forever love you, happy mother, sad to see her bad luck. Mother is the life of me so I just wanted her life to love you forever, child care, comfort you, protect the children and for children to be interested in her, loved her life. Motherhood is the most sacred feelings in the world. Love how he has nurtured the adults, to teach how people get older. Government mother who brings her emotional middle child. So, I always loved her, would grow to be taking care of her. And I wanted to tell her that: "The mother is still big. Take life in the womb is human. "