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Слововбиватель (радикальное запоминание английских слов)


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Lesson 57

Возвратные местоимения. В английском языке их 8 -

личные
возвратные
личные
возвратные
I - myself [mai'self] it - itself
you - yourself [j:'self] we - ourselves [au'selvz]
he - himself they - themselves [em'selvz]
she - herself [h:'self] one - oneself [wn'self]

В русском языке им соответствуют "себя" и "сам".

CHAPTER SEVEN

Motor Sledges and Mountains
Scott had two motor sledges now. They were the first motor sledges in the Antarctic - the first on earth. On October 24th, the motor sledges started south from Cape Evans. Four men went with them, but Scott stayed at Cape Evans for another week.

cape [keip] - мыс;
Oates was unhappy. He wrote to his mother: We had a very bad winter here. I don't like Scott. We were here all winter, but he didn't learn to ski, or to drive dogs. Our equipment is bad, and he doesn't think about other people. I'm going to sleep in his tent on the journey, but I don't want to. learn [l:n] - учиться;
On November 1st Scott and Oates and six more men left Cape Evans with eight sledges and eight ponies. The ponies walked slowly because their feet went down into the snow. It was hard work for them and they got tired very quickly. They travelled thirteen or fourteen kilometres in a day.  
Behind the ponies came Meares with one sledge and some dogs. Meares knew how to drive dogs. Every day, Meares started two hours after the ponies, and arrived two hours before them.  
After five days, they found the motor sledges.  

* * *

The Norwegians began again on October 20th. There were five men this time - Amundsen, Bjaaland, Wisting, Hassel, and Hanssen. They had four sledges, and forty-eight dogs.

  
There was a lot of wind and fog. On the first day, Wisting's sledge suddenly stopped, and the back went down. "Come on, you dogs!" he said angrily. "Pull! Pull!" At first nothing happend; then, slowly, the sledge moved again. Wisting looked down, over the side of the sledge. Under the snow, there was a fifty metre hole. side - сторона;
hole - зд. яма;
"Did you see that?" Amundsen said. "The ice wants to eat us - men, dogs, sledges, everything."  
On the fourth day they reached the depot at 80 degrees South. There was a bad snowstorm, but they found the flags easily. Next day the men stayed in their tents, and the dogs played in their holes under the snow. They were all happy. They had a lot of food, they had good equipment, and they were warm. They could travel fast. found [faund] - пр.вр. от find;
Next morning, the snowstorm stopped, and the journey began again. Today, everything is wonderful, Bjalland wrote in his diary. But where is Scott? In front of us, or behind?  

* * *

There was no one with the motor sledges; they were broken. Scott looked at them angrily.

  
"It doesn't matter," he said. "Teddy Evans and his men are in front of us. They're good men - they're pulling their sledges themselves. We can get to the Pole on foot."  
Oates looked at Meares. Oates and the ponies were tired, but Meares and his dogs were not. The snow was home for them.  
That night, Oates wrote: Three motor sledges at £1,000 each, 19 ponies at £5 each, 32 dogs at £1.50 each. Well, it's not my money, it's Scott's.  
On November 21st, one of the ponies died.  

* * *

On November 11th, the Norwegians saw the mountains.

  
The mountains were very high - some of the highest on earth. Bjaaland smiled.  
"There is good skiing up there, Roald," he said. "But can dogs get up there too?"  
"Of course they can," Amundsen said. "Come on."  
They left Hanssen with the dogs, and skied a little way up the mountains. It was difficult, but the mountains were big and beautiful. Behind the mountains, Amundsen thought there was a high plateau of ice. "That's it," Amundsen said. "That's the road to the Pole. Tomorrow, we can bring the dogs and sledges up here. But now, let's have a ski race. Who can get back to camp first?" way - путь;
difficult ['difiklt] - трудный;
plateau ['pltu] - плато;
camp - лагерь;
They laughed, and skied happily down the white snow. "This is like home," Bjaaaland thought. "But it's bigger than Norway, and better."  
In the next four days, the dogs pulled the sledges eighty-one kilometres, and went up 3,000 metres. At last, Amundsen and Bjaaland stood on the plateau behind the mountains. They were tired, happy men. in - зд. через;
Bjaaland looked back at the mountains. "Can a motor sledge get up here?" he asked.  
Amundsen smiled. "No," he said. "I don't think so. And Scott doesn't like dogs. So his men are going to pull their sledges up these mountains themselves. Would you like to do that, Olav?"  
Bjaaland didn't answer. He smiled, and skied happily away across the snow.  

CHAPTER EIGHT

Across the Plateau
On November 21st, the Norwegians killed thirty dogs. "They were happy," Amundsen said. "And now they're going to die quickly. We need three sledges, to go to the Pole."  
When the dog were dead, the others dogs ate them. The men ate them, too. They were good friends, Bjaaland wrote in his diary. And now they are good food. Two days later, the dogs were fat. Then, in a snowstorm, they began the journey again. dead [ded] - мертвый;
After the snowstorm, there was fog, and in the fog, they got lost on an ice river with hundreds of big holes in it. They could see nothing, and it was very dangerous. In four days they moved nine kilometres. But the ice is beautiful, Bjaaland wrote. Blue and green and white. This is a wonderful place - but I don't want to stay a long time.  
After the ice, there was strong winds and bad snowstorms. They could see nothing in front of them. But every day, they travelled twenty-five or thirty kilometres. Then, on December 9th, the sun came out. They were at 88 degrees 23 minutes South - 175 kilomertes from the Pole.  
Five more long days, Bjaaland wrote. That's all now. But where is Scott?  

* * *

For four days, Scott's men stayed in their tents near the mountains. There is a bad snowtorm outside, Oates wrote. It's too cold for the ponies, and our clothes and skis are bad, too.

 clothes [kluz] - одежда;
On December 9th, Oates killed the ponies. They were tired and ill and they could not walk up to the plateau. Then Meares and his dogs went back to Cape Evans. "We can pull the sledges ourselves," Scott said. "We can do it - we're all strong men."  
There were two sledged and eight men. They went twenty-four kilometres a day. On December 31st, Scott said to Teddy Evans, and the men on the second sledge: "You can't ski well. Leave your skis here." So they pulled their sledge twenty-four kilometres without skis.  
Next day, Scot went to Teddy Evans's tent. "You are ill, Teddy," he said . "Your can't come to the Pole. Take two men and go back, tomorrow."  
Teddy Evans was very unhappy. "Two men, Captain?" he said. "Why not three?"  
"Because Bowers is going to come with me," Scott said. "He's strong - we need him."  
"But ... you have food on your sledge for four men, not five!" Evans said. And Bowers has no skis!"  
"I'm the Captain, Teddy!" Scott said. "You do what I say. Take two men and leave Bowers with me!"  
Oates wrote to his mother: I am going to the Pole with Scott. I am pleased and feel strong. But in his diary he wrote: My feet are very bad. They are always wet now, and they don't look good. feel - чувствовать (себя);
wet - влажный, мокрый;
On January 4th Scott's men left Teddy Evans and went on. Scott, Oates, Wilson and Edgar Evans had skis, but Bowers did not. They were 270 kilometres from the Pole.  

* * *

December 14th 1911 was a warm, sunny day. Five Norwegians skied over the beautiful white snow. It was very quiet. No one spoke. They were excited, and happy.

  
"Six more kilometres," Bjaaland thought. Is there a British flag? I can't see a flag, but ..."  
"Look!" Hassel said. "What's that over there?"  
Bjaaland left his sledge and skied quickly away over the snow. "What is it?" he thought. "Is it ...? No!"  
"It's nothing!" he called. "There's nothing there ... nothing!"  
Three kilometres, two. "Roald!" Hansen called to Amundsen. "Go in front of me, please. It helps my dogs."  
"That's not true," Bjaaland thought. "His dogs are running well today. But Hanssen wants Amundsen to be first. The first man at the South Pole!" true [tru:] - правда.
They skied on and on, over the beautiful snow.  
"Stop!" Amundsen said. He waited quietly for his men. "This is it," he said.  
Bjaaland looked at him. "But there's nothing here," he said.  
Amundsen smiled. "Oh yes there is," he said. "There's something very important here, Olav. Very, very important."  
"What's that, Roald?"  
"Us. We're here now. Isn't that important, Olav?"  

The four men stood on the snow, and looked at him. Then, slowly, they all began to laugh.

  

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