Master Up. Учебное пособие по английскому языку. Елена Картушина

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СКАЧАТЬ that while writing a CV and/or covering you show your command of language skills and you also indicate how motivates you are for the job. Try to use good vocabulary when compiling your CV or covering letter. Words below can be helpful.

      Prompts Verbs: Achieve, accomplish, advance to, activate, assist, complete, conduct, construct. contribute, control, coordinate, create, design, determine, develop, direct, establish, expand, explore, implement, improve, increase, initiate, introduce, invent, investigate, launch, maintain, manage, modernize, monitor, negotiate, obtain, organize, participate, perfect, perform, pioneer. plan, prepare, produce, promote, publish, recruit, reduce, reorganize, research, revise, set up, solve, stabilize, standardize, stimulate, strengthen, succeed in, supervise, survey, target, update, upgrade

      Descriptive words: Active, adaptable, aggressive, ambitious, articulate, career-oriented, conscientious, cooperative, creative, decision maker, dynamic, easy-going, energetic, enterprising, enthusiastic, even-tempered, flexible, goal-oriented, go-getter, hard-worker, imaginative, innovative, intelligent, intuitive, leadership ability, loyal, modest, optimistic, pace-setter, people-oriented, perceptive, persevering, personable, problem-solver, punctual, reliable, resourceful, self-motivated, self-reliant, self-starter, sociable, tactful, trouble-shooter, versatile, well-groomed, well-organized

      №13. Below is the beginning of the story by F.S.Fitzerald (first published in Saturday Evening Post (March 15^th, 1924) «Gretchen’s Forty Winks»

      Pre- reading questions:

      – The story was written in the US in the times of roaring twenties. That were the years of the deepest Depression in the USA. At such economic downfall the situation at the job market is difficult. What do you think the ways to survive are?

      – What do you think the story is going to be about?

      – Look at the highlighted words. Consult the dictionary if necessary to check the meaning of them.

      F.S.Fitzgerald

      «Gretchen’s Forty Winks»

      The sidewalks were scratched with brittle leaves, and the bad little boy next door froze his tongue to the iron mail-box. Snow before night, sure. Autumn was over. This, of course, raised the coal question and the Christmas question; but Roger Halsey, standing on his own front porch, assured the dead suburban sky that he hadn’t time for worrying about the weather. Then he let himself hurriedly into the house, and shut the subject out into the cold twilight.

      The hall was dark, but from above he heard the voices of his wife and the nursemaid and the baby in one of their interminable conversations, which consisted chiefly of «Don’t!» and «Look out, Maxy!» and «Oh, there he goes!» punctuated by wild threats and vague bumpings and the recurrent sound of small, venturing feet.

      Roger turned on the hall-light and walked into the living-room and turned on the red silk lamp. He put his bulging portfolio on the table, and sitting down rested his intense young face in his hand for a few minutes, shading his eyes carefully from the light. Then he lit a cigarette, squashed it out, and going to the foot of the stairs called for his wife.

      «Gretchen!»

      «Hello, dear.» Her voice was full of laughter. «Come see baby.»

      He swore softly.

      «I can’t see baby now,» he said aloud. «How long ’fore you’ll be down?»

      There was a mysterious pause, and then a succession of «Don’ts’ and «Look outs, Maxy’ evidently meant to avert some threatened catastrophe.

      «How long ’fore you’ll be down?» repeated Roger, slightly irritated.

      «Oh, I’ll be right down.»

      «How soon?» he shouted.

      He had trouble every day at this hour in adapting his voice from the urgent key of the city to the proper casualness for a model home. But tonight he was deliberately impatient. It almost disappointed him when Gretchen came running down the stairs, three at a time, crying «What is it?» in a rather surprised voice.

      They kissed – lingered over it some moments. They had been married three years, and they were much more in love than that implies. It was seldom that they hated each other with that violent hate of which only young couples are capable, for Roger was still actively sensitive to her beauty.

      «Come in here,» he said abruptly. «I want to talk to you.»

      His wife, a bright-coloured, Titian-haired girl, vivid as a French rag doll, followed him into the living room.

      «Listen, Gretchen’ – he sat down at the end of the sofa – ’beginning with tonight I’m going to – What’s the matter?»

      «Nothing. I’m just looking for a cigarette. Go on.»

      She tiptoed breathlessly back to the sofa and settled at the other end.

      «Gretchen – ' Again he broke off. Her hand, palm upward, was extended towards him. «Well, what is it?» he asked wildly.

      «Matches.»

      «What?»

      In his impatience it seemed incredible that she should ask for matches, but he fumbled automatically in his pocket.

      «Thank you,» she whispered. «I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Go on.»

      «Gretch – »

      Scratch! The match flared. They exchanged a tense look.

      Her fawn’s eyes apologized mutely this time, and he laughed. After all, she had done no more than light a cigarette; but when he was in this mood her slightest positive action irritated him beyond measure.

      «When you’ve got time to listen,» he said crossly, ’you might be interested in discussing the poorhouse question with me.»

      «What poorhouse?» Her eyes were wide, startled; she sat quiet as a mouse.

      «That was just to get your attention. But, beginning tonight, I start on what’ll probably be the most important six weeks of my life – the six weeks that’ll decide whether we’re going on forever in this rotten little house in this rotten little suburban town.»

      Boredom replaced alarm in Gretchen’s black eyes. She was a Southern girl, and any question that had to do with getting ahead in the world always tended to give her a headache.

      «Six months ago I left the New York Lithographic Company,» announced Roger, ’and went in the advertising business for myself.»

      «I know,» interrupted Gretchen resentfully; ’and now instead of getting six hundred a month sure, we’re living on a risky five hundred.»

      «Gretchen,» said Roger sharply, ’if you’ll just believe in me as hard as you can for six weeks more we’ll be rich. I’ve got a chance now to get some of the biggest accounts in the country.» He hesitated. «And for these six weeks we won’t go out at СКАЧАТЬ