A CHRISTMAS STORYYears ago, there was a very rich man whose main interest in life was art collecting. He was a widower and he had an only child, a son, who from an early age shared his father's passion. Together they travelled around the world, buying the finest pictures for their collection. Priceless works by old masters as well as pictures by Picasso. Van Gogh and Monci adorned the walls of their house.
The old man looked on with satisfaction as his son became an experienced art collector. The young man had a trained eye and sharp business mind and his father beamed with pride as they dealt with art collectors around the world.
War put an end to their travels. As winter approached, the young man left to serve his country. After only a few short weeks, his father received a telegram. His beloved son was missing in action.
The art collector anxiously awaited more news, fearing he would never see his son again Within days, his fears were confirmed. The young man had died while taking a fellow soldier to hospital.
Miserable and lonely, the old man thought about the upcoming Christmas holidays with pain and sadness. The joy of the season -a season that he and his son had so looked forward to -would visit his house no longer.
On Christmas morning, a knock on the door awakened the depressed old man. As he walked to the door, the masterpieces of art on the walls only reminded him that his son was not coming home.
As he opened the door, he saw a young soldier with a large package in his hand. The soldier introduced himself to the man by saying. "I was a friend of your son. I was the one he was rescuing when he died. May I come in for a few moments? I have something to show you ".
The soldier told the old man how his son had saved his life and how everyone in the regiment loved and respected him.
"I'm an artist," said the soldier," and I want to give you this." He handed the package to the old man. The old man unwrapped the package and saw that it was a picture -a portrait of his son.
The old man knew enough about art to understand that the picture would never be called the work of a genius, but it was his son's face, his features, his expression.. The likeness was striking. Overcome with emotion, the man thanked the soldier.
A few hours later, after the soldier had left, the old man poured himself a glass of whisky, sat in his armchair and spent the Christmas night looking at the gift he had received.
During the days and weeks that followed, the man realized that even though his son was no longer with him, the boy's life would go on because of those who remembered him. He soon learnt that his son had rescued dozens of wounded soldiers before a bullet stilled his caring heart. As the stories of his son's gallantry continued to reach him, fatherly pride and satisfaction began to ease the grief.
1. The old collector’s son became an experienced art collector because
1) he travelled a lot.
2) he shared his father’s passion to art collecting from his childhood.
3) he bought the finest pictures for the collection.
4) his father was a rich man.
2. They stopped travelling because of
1) a financial crisis.
2) the son’s service in the army.
3) the war.
4) the received telegram.
3. The young man died
1) listening to the bad news.
2) trying to save a soldier.
3) being miserable and lonely.
4) looking forward to the upcoming Christmas.
4. The art collector was unhappy on Christmas morning because
1) he was full of fears.
2) there were few masterpieces in his collection.
3) one of his friends knocked on the door.
4) the holiday would never be merry again.
5. A young soldier brought the art collector
1) a gift from his friend.
2) a message from his son.
4) a portrait of his son .
6. The old man understood it was not the work of a genius because
1) he was an artist.
2) he knew a lot about art.
3) he was an experienced stamp collector.
4) he had priceless works by old masters.
7.The art collector was proud of his son because
1) the boy had a lot of friends.
2) he was a real genius.
3) he was brave and had a caring heart.
4) the stories of his son’s gallantry continued to reach him.
THE GIRL ON THE MOTORBIKE
In the early hours of November the 1-st, 1999, a motorbike was speeding along the A20 in Kent. The night was dark and there was very little traffic on the road. Clivc Taylor was in a hurry to get home. He had been to a party and left London later than he had expected.
As he approached Wrotham Hill, he glanced at his watch. Exactly two o'clock. He changed gear and sped up the hill A minute later he reached the top of the hill. It was a dangerous place for accidents. But with so little traffic on the road, Clive didn't slow down.
Suddenly, he saw a girl She was standing in the middle of the road. Clive had to swerve to avoid knocking her down. But she didn't move. When he had stopped, the girl calmly walked up to him and asked him if he could give her a lift. He asked her what she was doing in such a lonely spot. She said that there had been an accident. Clive looked around, but he couldn't see a car or any other people. He asked the girl what had happened, but she didn't reply.
Clive told her to get on the motorbike and to hold tight. As the girl climbed on, Clive suddenly felt very cold, but he noticed that she was only wearing a light dress. She looked as if she were on her way to a party.
They rode on down the hill and Clive talked to the girl over his shoulder. He asked her what her name was and where she lived. But she didn't reply. At one point Clive thought that she shouted something, but he couldn't hear very well over the noise of the motorbike's engine.
At the bottom of the hill there was a telephone box. Clive pulled off the road and stopped.
But when he turned round, he froze in horror. The girl wasn't there. He called out, but there was no sign of her.
Then Clive remembered the shout that he had heard. Had the girl fallen off the motorbike? In cold sweat, he rode back up to the spot where he had first seen the girl. But he couldn't see her. He rode down the hill again as slowly as he could. There was no sign of her. She had simply disappeared.
By this time, Clive was desperate. He rode as fast as he could to the nearest town and found the police station. He told the sergeant in charge what had happened. The sergeant asked him to describe the girl. When he had finished, the sergeant told him to sit down and asked him if he wanted a cup of tea. To his surprise, the sergeant didn't seem very worried.
Then the sergeant told Clive that ten years before, there had been an accident on Wrotham Hill. A girl and her boyfriend had been on their way back from a party, when she had fallen off the motorbike and been killed. Since that time several motorcyclists had seen the girl. The accident had happened at exactly five past two.
1. Clive Taylor was in a hurry because
1) he was late for the party.
2) it was getting dark.
3) he wanted to come home as soon as possible.
4) he had to be in London in the early hours of the morning.
2. The top of the hill was a dangerous place so
1) there were a lot of accidents there.
2) the traffic was heavy that morning.
3) it was difficult for Clive to reach it.
4) Clive stopped speeding up.
3. The girl standing in the middle of the road
1) had a warm jacket on.
2) was furious.
3) told Clive a lot about the accident.
4) asked Clive to pick her up.
4. When Clive talked to the girl
1) she laughed.
2) she cried bitterly.
3) she kept silence.
4) she got off the motorbike.
5. Turning round Clive froze in horror because
1) the girl turned into a monster.
2) the girl wasn’t behind him.
3) the girl was badly wounded.
4) the car behind him had turned upside down.
6. The sergeant did not seem very worried because
1) Clive wasn’t the only motorcyclist who had seen the girl.
2) he had never heard about the girl.
3) he was glad to listen to Clive’s story.
4) he was ready to go to the nearest town.
7. The sergeant told Clive that 10 years before
1) some parents had driving back home from a party.
2) the girl had seen several motorcyclists.
3) there had been a traffic jam on Wrotham Hill.
4) an accident had happened at 2.05 am
\s"It wasn't me. I look like a lot of guys. I have never been near the dentist's office. I bet he has never seen me, so what can you prove?" Burton asked. But Bob Kim interrupted him. You've told us enough to send you back to prison for a long time," he said.
1. Dr Robbins
1) was born in New York.
2) saw the criminal in his office.
3) heard the sound of two shorts.
4) was taken to the nearest hospital.
2. Dr Robbins couldn't see the criminal because
1) he had an alibi.
2) he was standing with his back to the door.
3) an ambulance had taken him to the nearest hospital.
4) he was sleeping at that moment.
3. The suspect was a man who
1) was taken to the fiftieth floor.
2 told his friend about the case.
3) met the elevator boy after the shooting.
4) looked like a known criminal.
4. John Burton was picked up at his house because
1) Bob Kim wanted to see him.
2) he fitted the elevator boy's description of the man.
3) he had to talk to the suspect.
4) he had been seen a few minutes after the shooting.
5. To find a killer
1) it took the inspector and his friends not more than two hours.
2) the policemen came to the hospital.
3) Bob Kim talked to Dr. Robbins 's patient about the case.
4) the elevator boy was present at the interrogation.
6. John Burton looked angry because
1) he seemed not to understand what he was doing at the inspector's office.
2) he hadn't been present at the interrogation.
3) the police didn't suspect anybody.
4) he had overslept.
7. Burton revealed himself saying
1) he looked like a lot of guys.
2) he had never been near the dentist's office.
3) Dr.Robbins had never seen him.
4) he had sleeping all that morning.