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Jak obiecałem podaję pracę domową:
1. Otrzymaliście historyjkę obrazkową, proszę rozpoznać historyjkę, następnie napisać w zeszycie esej opowiadający zdarzenie, nadać tytuł.
2. Proszę zrobić pisemnie w zeszycie następujące ćwiczenia z podręcznika:
Str. 24 – ćw. G-1,
Str. 25 – ćw. G-3 i 4,
3. Klasa została podzielona na lekcji na grupę A i B, proszę z załączonego tekstu: „Tennis Club” wybrać odpowiednio fragment A lub B i przetłumaczyć pisemnie w zeszycie.
Następnie proszę przesłać kopie zadań domowych 1,2,3 na adres:
klasa10a@gmail.comPiotr Z.
Tennis Club – Maria Ginter
Part A
Tennis is the most amusing game. Everybody undresses and hops on a big green place. One day on our way to play tennis we got a flat tire. We jumped out to change the wheel. After a few minutes a police car arrived. The cops burst out laughing.
“What’s the matter? Asked Joe.
“You won’t believe it,” answered one of them. “We received a complaint that some crazy people are running around in public in their underwear!”
It was too funny for words!
On the court, they grab carpet beaters and run, trying to hit a small yellow ball. At first, I kept catching it, hoping to help them out, but they quickly put such thoughts out of my mind. This game is for people only.
We usually go to play at the country club. I love this place. They have acres of land to run through, an old oak forest to sniff around, and a swimming pool to swim in, when nobody’s watching. Dogs are not allowed there.
During their tennis games I romp in the forest or meadows. When, after a long run I feel out of breath, I lie on the tennis court and watch them playing. When the match is over, they all go to the swimming pool. If there aren’t any strangers around, I’m invited to jump in too.
Sometimes, I dare to use it by myself. I circle around, pretending to sniff for something, and then slowly approach the edge, making sure that nobody is watching. Finally, I hop in the water.
‘What a delight:”
Part B
Once, however, I dove in at the wrong moment. I checked everything outside the pool but forgot to look inside. I dove into the water and felt as though I landed on something; it raised a shout and turned out to be … a lady.
I sprang out of the water and plunged into the forest to see from the bushes what would happen next. When the plump lady crawled out of the pool, snorting with water and fury, she made the feathers fly.
“I won’t let myself be treated this way!” she shouted.
“I’m giving up this club! I will not swim with such a beast! You don’t allow my sweet, white Suzy to swim here, but a big black devil is jumping in on my head!”
The tirade went on, but I didn’t listen. I had to save my carcass. I galloped over the golf course making sure that lots of players saw me. On the way back, I grabbed up a golf ball, and returned to the tennis courts.
“Where have you been?” asked my lady.
I wagged my tail, and ostentatiously chewed the small ball. She petted my head and we went to the clubhouse: Here the storm was still going on.
“That’s. the devil!” yelled the victim.
Everybody stared at me with amazement.
“What happened?” asked my lady. “Ali Baba is accused of jumping straight onto this lady in the pool,” answered the club manager, winking at us.
“That’s impossible, he was on the golf course!” protested my lady. “You can check for yourself – his fur is dry. Besides, he’s carrying a ball.”
They started to touch me, and to look at the white ball between my teeth..
”Yes, he’s not wet,” somebody stated “must be some other dog.” .
”And this is my ball,” said a man with a big glass butterfly on his nose. “I lost it today.”
”I saw him playing on the green,” added another witness.