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David Herbert
Lawrence

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David Herbert Lawrence
David Herbert
Lawrence (1885—1930) is an English novelist, poet and essayist, one of the most
gifted an influential figures in the 20th century literature, one of the makers
of the modern English fiction. A son of a miner, David Herbert Lawrence was
born and grew up in a coal-mining town in Eastwood, Nottinghamshire. This area
was both industrial and rural at the same time, and Lawrence often brought it
and its people vividly to life.
His most famous novels — "Lady
Chatterley' Lover , Sons and Lovers", "Women in
Love" and the "Rainbow", later called "Wedding Ring" —
entered the 100 best novels of the 20th century.
Lawrence's novels are filled with scenes
of sensuous beauty, but they are also works of philosophical ideas and deep
penetration into the human psyche.

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His fiction shows complicated, often
tortured relationships between men and women. Many of the
characters of his books are torn between love and independence. His frank
discussion of sexual passion shocked many readers, and some of his novels were
banned as obscene in several countries.

1. SISTERS
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning at the window
of
their father's house in Beldover, working and talking. Ursula was embroidering
and Gudrun was drawing upon a board which she held on her knee.
Ursula,'
said Gudrun, 'don't you really want to get marTied?' Ursula laid her embroidery
down. Her face was calm and considerate.
' l don't know,' she replied. 'It depends on what you mean.
'Well, ' said Gudrun
ironically, 'it usually means one thing. But don't you think that if
you get married, you'd be in a better position than you are in now?'
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A shadow came over Ursula's face. 'I might,' she said. 'But I'm not
sure.'
'But aren't you tempted? Wouldn 't you be
tempted if you had a really good offer?'
'When it comes to the pointl I'm only
tempted not to.' The faces of both girls suddenly lit up with gaiety.
Isn't it an amazing
thing,' cried Gudrun, 'how strong the temptation is not to!' They both laughed,
looking at each other. Yet in their hearts they were frightened.
The sisters were women, Ursula
twenty-six and Gudrun twenty-five. But both had the cold, virgin
look of modern girls. Gudrun with her soft skin and soft hands was very
beautiful — she seemed gentleness itself. She wore a dress of dark blue silky
material, with green lace at the neck and sleeves, and she had bright green
stockings. She had just come back from London, where she had spent several
years at art school as a student, living an isolated studio life. Ursula was
class mistress of Willey Green Grammar Sch0012 as she had been for some years.
She lived a good deal by herself, working, passing from day to day, always
trying to give life her own comprehension. Ursula looked at Gudrun with
admiration. She thought her sister charming and beautiful.
'Why did you come home, Prune3?' she asked.
Gudrun knew she was being admired. She
sat back from her drawing and looked at Ursula from under her curved eyelashes.
'I've asked myself that a thousand times,' she replied. 'I think it was to
gather my strength before going off again.'
'And how do you find home, now you have
come back to it?' asked Ursula.
Gudrun paused for a moment and then in a
cold, truthful voice said, 'I find myself completely out of it.
'And
father?'
'I haven't thought about him: I've tried not to.
They worked on in silence for some time.
Gudrun's cheeks were a little flushed. 'Shall we go and look at the wedding?'
she asked at last, in a voice that was too casual
'Yes!' cried Ursula, throwing aside her
embroidery and leaping up as if to escape something.
The two girls walked quickly down the
main road of Beldover, a wide street with shops and houses,
completely formless and mis5
erable. Gudrun, who had just come from Chelsea and
Sussex4, was shocked with the ugliness of the small coal mine town. It was
strange that she should have chosen to come back to this shapeless ugliness. It
was a real torture.
They turned off the main road, passed a
common kitchen garden, with sooty cabbages and other vegetables. On the left
was a valley with coal mines, where black smoke rose up from the chimneys.
Nearby were rows and rows of houses of darkened red brick. Even the path on
which the sisters walked was black with soot. Women, who were standing
gossiping at the end of their block with their arms folded over their aprons,
stared after the Brangwen sisters. Their children called out names5.
Gudrun went on half dead. She was aware
of her grass-green stockings, her large, grass-green hat and her long, soft
coat of a bright blue colour. She clung to Ursula, who was more used to this
dark, hostile world. Near the church stood a little group of expectant people,
waiting to see the wedding. The daughter of the chief mine-owner of the district,
Thomas Crich, was getting married to a naval officer. The two sisters held
themselves tense and went straight towards the gate.
'Look at the stockings!' said a voice
behind Gudrun, and a sudden anger swept over her.
Punctually at eleven o'clock, the
carriages began to arrive. The wedding guests mounted the steps and passed into
the church. Gudrun watched them closely. There came the mother, Mrs Crich, with
her eldest son, Gerald. She was a strange, untidy figure. Her face was pale,
yellowish, with clear, transparent skin. Her features were sharp but rather
handsome and her colourless hair was coming down onto her shouldels in untidy
wisps. Her son was of a fair, sun-tanned type, above middle height, well-made,
and almost exaggeratedly well-dressed. He had a strange look, as if he didn't
belong to the people around him. Gudrun noticed him at once. There was
something northern about him that magnetized her. His fair hair was shining
like the sun on ice.
'Is that Gerald Crich?' she asked Ursula.
'Yes.
He seems frightfully separate.' 'You know
he shot his brother?' said Ursula. 'Shot his brother!' cried Gudrun.
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Didn't you know? He and his brother were
playing together with a gun. He told his brother to look down it, and it was
loaded. It blew the top ofhis head off. Isn't it a horrible story?'
How fearful,' cried Gudrun. 'Was it long
ago?'
'Oh yes, they were just boys,' said
Ursula. ' l think it is one of the most horrible stories I know. '
'And isn 't it horrible to think of such
a thing happening to one as a child, and having to carry the responsibility for
it all through one's life?' The two girls shivered
The bridesmaids were there, and yet the
bridegroom had not come. Ursula knew one of the bridesmaids — a tall, slow
woman, with a mass of fair hair and a long, pale face. This was Hermione
Roddice, a friend of the Criches. She was rich. She walked with her head held
up, balancing an enormous yellow hat with long ostrich feathers. People were
silent and impressed when she passed by.
Ursula watched her with fascination. She
was the most remarkable woman in the Midlands6. Her father was a Baronet7 and
she was a woman of the new school, full of intellectuality and passionately
interested in reforms. Hermione knew herself to be well-dressed; she knew
herself to be socially equal if not far the superior to anyone she was likely
to meet there. And yet her soul was tortured. She longed for Rupert Birkin, the
school inspector, to arrive. They had been lovers for years. When he was there,
she felt happy. If only he would form a close and lasting relationship with
her, she'd be safe during the hard voyage of life. He could make her feel
triumphant, triumphant over the very angels8 of heaven. But he always kept her
off. He should be at the wedding too, for he was the best man9.
She entered the church and looked slowly
around for him, but he was not there. A terrible storm came over her, as if she
were drowning. Never had she known such terrible hopelessness.
Outside Ursula felt a growing sense of
fear. She could not bear it that the bride had arrived but there was no groom.
The wedding must not be a fiasco. The bride's carriage had already arrived. The
door of the carriage was thrown open and the bride stepped out with her father,
a thin, tired man with thin black beard, touched with grey, and walked over on
the red carpet. Ursula was watching the hill and the descending road
that should give sign of the groom. At last she saw a carriage. Yes, it was the
bridegroom. Ursula turned towards the
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bride and the people and from her place gave a cry. She
wanted to warn the others, but her cry was inaudible and she flushed in
confusion. The carriage came down the hill and drew near. There was a shout
from the people, and the groom jumped out. He glanced up and saw the bride and
her father standing near the church. A strange surprised look went over his
face. He hesitated for a moment, then ran up to the church door.
With a shout of excitement the bride
turned and ran towards the church, with the young man speeding after her like a
hound.
Cries and exclamations burst from the
crowd. Ursula turned and saw Rupen Birkin approaching the bride's father, a
faint smile on his face. The two men came slowly up the path together.
Birkin was as thin as Mr Crich and
ill-looking. His figure was narrow but nicely made. He went trailing
one foot slightly, which came only from self-consciousness. He was clever and
differed from the others, yet he tried to look perfectly ordinary. He did this
well. Now he spoke easily to Mr Crich as they walked along the path and
disappeared into the church. Ursula was left thinking about him. He attracted
and annoyed her.
Inside the church the wedding was going
on. Hermione Roddice was thinking only of Birkin. He stood near her. She seemed
to lean towards him. She wanted to stand touching him, so that she could be
sure he was there. He had seen her on entering the church; had seen her
beautiful grey eyes searching for his, signalling. But he had avoided her look.
Now he stood tèeling dislike and pity for her.
The bride and bridegroom were married, and the party went
into the vestry 10. Then they all came out of the church. Gudrun watched Gerald
Crich, fair, good-looking, with a great reserve of energy. There was a strange
secretiveness showing through his almost happy appearance. Gudrun rose sharply
and went away. She wanted to be alone to think about this strange, exciting
man.
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cru-rueTHuqaTb hostile — BpaùKIte6Hb1ÿI tense — HarlPH>KeHHb1V1
wisp — (BOJIOC) exaggeratedly — H3JIHIMHe, qpe3MepH0 load — 3apqxaTb bridesmaid
— HeBeCTb1 bridegroom — N.KeHffX ostrich — cTpayc with fascination 3aqapoBaHH0 long for
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word-combinations in the left column with their Russian equivalents in the
right column.
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11.       Say whether these
statements are true or false. Correct them if they are false.
l) Ursula wanted to get married.
2)
Gudrun was a class mistress of Grammar School.
3)
When Gudrun came home she felt herself quite comfortable at home.
4)
Beldover was a
large, lovely town.
5)
Gerald Crich
immediately attracted Gudrun's attention.
6)
Hermione was in love with Gerald Crich.
7)
The groom was the
first to arrive at the wedding.
8)
Rupert Birkin was a perfectly commonplace person.
111.   Imagine
that you are:
•
Gudrun. Describe your impressions of Beldover.
•
Ursula. Tell us about the wedding.
•
Hermiona, Describe your feelings during the wedding.
2. CLASSROOM
The school day was drawing to an
end. In the classroom, the last lesson was in progress, peaceful and
still. It was elementary botany. The desks were littered with catkins ofhazel
and willowl which the children had been drawing. Ursula stood in front of the
class, leading the children by questions to understand the structure and the
meaning of catkins. A heavy, orange-coloured beam of light came in at the
west window gilding the children's heads with red gold.
She heard but did not pay attention
to the creak of the door. Suddenly she started. She saw in the beam of orange
light the face of a man. It was shining like fire, waiting for her to notice
him.
'Did I frighten you?' said Birkin,
shaking hands with her. 'I thought you'd heard me come in. '
'No,' she faltered, scarcely able to
speak. He laughed, saying he was sorry, and she wondered why it amused him.
'It is so dark,' he said. 'Shall
we have the light?' And, moving aside, he switched on the strong electric lights.
The classroom became a strange place after the soft magic, that had filled it
before, had disappeared. Birkin turned curiously to look at Ursula. Her eyes
were round and wondering. Her mouth trembled slightly. There was a living,
tender beauty shining from her face. He looked at her with a new pleasure,
feeling joyful in his heart.
'You are drawing catkins?' he
asked. 'Give them some coloured pencils, won't you, so that they can show the
difference between the red and yellow flowers.'
'It will make the books untidy,' said Ursula, flushing.
'Not very,' he said. 'It's the
fact you must emphasize, not the subjective impression. What's the fact? — Red
little spiky stigmas of the female flowers, dangling yellow male catkins,
yellow pollen2 flying from one to the other. You must make a pictorial record
of the fact.3'
At that moment another person was seen
through the glass panels of the door. It was Hermione Roddice.

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'I saw your car, ' she said to
Birkin. 'Do you mind my coming to find you? I wanted to see you when you were
on duty.' She looked at him for a long time, intimately and playfully. She gave
a short little laugh and only then turned to Ursula, who, with all the class,
had been watching the little scene between the two lovers
' How do you do, Miss Brangwen,' sang
Hermione in her low odd, singing fashion. 'Do you mind my coming in?' Her grey
eyes rested on Ursula, as if summing her up4
'Oh no, I like it awfully,' laughed
Ursula, a little bit excited and confused, because Hermione seemed to be
compelling her, coming very close to her, as if intimate with her.
Hermione looked a strange figure in the
classroom, wearing a large old cloak of greenish cloth with a high fur collar
and a lavender dress underneath. She was tall and a little eccentric.
'Ah, you are doing catkins!' she sang.
'Aren't they beautiful? I think they're so beautiful, ' she went on, moving
closer to Birkin and pointing to the flowers with her long, white fingers. Her
behaviour was strange. Both Birkin and Ursula were staring at her. The little
flowers seemed to have some mystic attraction for her.
The lesson was finished, the books put
away, and the children sent home, but still Hermione made no move to go. Ursula
put away her things in the cupboard and, after a while, Hermione came near to
her.
'Your sister has come home?' she said.
'Yes,' said Ursula.
'And does she like being back in Beldover?'
'No.'
I wonder how she can bear it. It takes all
my strength to bear the ugliness of the place. Won't you come with your sister
to stay at Breadalby for a few days?'
'Thank you very much,' said Ursula
I should be so glad. I think your sister
is wonderful. I have some of her works, two birds carved in wood and painted —
perhaps you have seen them?' 'No.
'I think they're perfectly wonderful.
Her little carvings are strange,' said
Ursula.
'They're perfectly beautiful — full of
primitive passion.' Hermione looked down at Ursula with a long gaze and then
suddenly turned from her as if she were no longer there. 'Rupert, Rupelt, ' she
called. He approached in silence. 'Do you really think, Rupert, ' she asked,
'that it is worthwhile? Do you think the children are better, richer and
happier with all this knowledge about the catkins? Isn't it better,' she
continued, 'to leave them untouched? Can't they be
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animals, primitive animals that don't know anything, rather
than5 this self-consciousness, this inability to be spontaneous?'
They thought she had finished, but
just as he was going to reply, she went on. 'When we have knowledge, don't we
lose everything? Don't we lose all our animal instincts? If I know about the
flower, don't I lose the flower and have only the knowledge? And what does it
mean to me after all? What does all this knowing mean? It means nothing.
'You are just making words,' he
said brutally. 'Knowledge is everything to you. You want it in your head. You
don't want to be an animal, you want to observe your own animal functions to
get an intellectual delight out of them. Passion and instincts? You want them
all right, but only in your head.
Ursula was embarrassed. It frightened her
to see how they hated each other.
But your passion is a
lie,' he went on violently, 'It isn't passion at all, it is your will. Your
commanding will. You're not instinctive. You're the most deliberate thing that
ever walked or crawled
He looked at her with hate and
contempt, but also in pain because she suffered, and in shame because he knew
he tortured her. There was a sense of tension in the air, as if too much had
been said. Hermione looked at Birkin with a long, slow, spiteful look. 'You
know all about me, don't you?' she said coldly to him and then she turned with
pleasant smile once more to Ursula.
'You are sure you will come to Breadalby9' she asked.
'Yes, I should like to very much, replied Ursula.
'I'm so glad. Some time in about a
fortnight. Yes? I'll write to you here at the school, shall I? And you'll come?
I shall be so glad Goodbye, goodbye!
Hermione held out her hand and
looked into the eyes of the other woman. She knew Ursula was a rival, and the
knowledge made her strangely excited. Besides, she was leaving with Birkin, and
that gave her a sense of strength and advantage over Ursula.
Ursula secretly was watching
Birkin. There was a great physical attractiveness in him, a great hidden
richness that shone through his thinness, like another voice, conveying another
knowledge of him. She could not say what it was He too said goodbye and then
suddenly they were gone. Ursula stood looking at the door for some moments and
then put out the lights. Having done so, she sat down again in her
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chair, absorbed in her thoughts. And then she began to cry,
bitterly weeping: but whether for misery or joy she didn't know.
Vocabulary
gild — 30JIOTHTb creak — cKp1ff1 start — B3APOFHYTb falter — 60PMOTaTb,
roBOPHTb 3a11HHaqcb scarcely — eaBa strange — qyxoñ, He3HaKOMHii tender
— HeXHHìi compel — rtOALIHHflTb CBOeVf BOJ1e lavender —
6neAHO-JIWIOBb1V1 carve — BblPe3aTb no AepeBY self-consciousness — 3Ò.
3APaBOMb1CJIHe, OC03HaHl,te spontaneous — 3Ò. ecTeCTBeHHb1ñ,
HMFIYJTbCHBHb1ñ, He CKOBaHHb1M
YCJIOBHOCTHMH be embarrassed —
HYBCTBOBaTb ceõH HWIOBKO will — BOJI¶, XeJ1aH1,fe deliberate —
OCMOTPMTeJ1bHblñ, PaCCYAHTeJ1bHb[M crawl — r10J13aTb contempt —
npe3peHHe spiteful — M06Hb1ü, fl3BHTeJ1bHb1M rival — conepHHK, conepHMua
convey — nepeAaBaTb, C006LUaTb
Notes
the desks were littered with catkins of hazel and willow — CTOJ1b1 6bL'1H
3aBa-neHb1 cepe>KKaMH OPeUJHHKa HBbl
2 red little spiky stigmas of the
female flowers, dangling yellow male catkins, yellow pollen — KpacHb1e
Ma.qeHbKHe 3a0CTpeHHb1e Pb1J1bUa XeHCKHX UBeTKOB, CBHCaK)LUHe *'WITb1e cepexKH
MYXCKHX UBeTKOB, xen•raa [IbiJ1bUa
 You must make a pictorial record of
the fact. — Bbl AOJIXHb1 3aneqaTJ1eTb 3TOT (baKT B pucy'HKe.
4
as if summing her up — CJIOBHO
oueHHBaq ee  rather than — qeM
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Activities
I.         Fill
in the blanks with suitable words from the box in a proper form.

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curiosity embarrassed tender contempt emphasize a fortnight

l) In his speech the
director ofour school the importance of discipline.
2)
The train was Moscow and the passengers rushed to the windows.
3)
His parents tried him to enter the economic faculty against his
will. 4) The construction of the new stadium
5)
My annual holiday lasts only to make the best of it.
6)
The young man was kissing his girl-friend and whispering words to
her.

7)
Those who betray (npenaBaTb) their friends deserve

8)
'I ask you about your
relations with Daniel not because ofbut because I want to help you, mother said
to her daughter.
9)
A man appeared so suddenly that the girl

10)
Being asked questions about her private life the actress was

Il.        Answer
the questions to the text.
l) What were the children drawing?
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2)
Why did Birkm want the children to use coloured penCils?
3)
Why did Hermione come to school?
4)
How was she dressed?
5)
Where did she invite Ursula to?
6)
Did Hermione think that education makes children better and
happier?
7)
Birkin didn't believe her words, did he?
8)
With what feelings did he look at Hermione?
9)
What made Hermione so excited when she was leaving? 10) What did
Ursula think of Birkin when looking at him?
111.    Use
the words and phrases from this chapter to characterize:
                 Ursula's
condition when she saw Birkin m her class.
• Hermione's behaviour towards
Birkin.
Birkin's feelings towards Hermione.
                 Ursula's
feelings when Birkin and Hermione had left.
3. IN THE TRAIN
A few days later Birkin was called to
London. He had a flat in Nottingham, because his work was chiefly in that town,
but often he was in London or in Oxford. He moved about a great deal and his
life seemed uncertain.
On the platform of the railway station
he saw Gerald Crich, reading a newspaper and evidently waiting for the train.
From time to time, in a manner that was characteristic of him, Gerald lifted
his head and looked around. Even though he was reading a newspaper, he kept a
watchful eye on his surroundings. Suddenly he saw Birkin and came forward with
his hand outstretched.
Hello, Rupert, where are you going?'
'London.
So are you, I suppose.'
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'Yes,' Gerald looked at Birkin curiously.
'We'll travel together if you like.'
When the train came, they went on board
and took their seats at a little table by the window in the restaurant car.
Birkin glanced quickly at his newspaper and then looked up at Gerald. There was
a strange smile in Gerald's eyes, a look of curiosity.
'Ah, life!' said Birkin. 'Tell me, Gerald, what do you live for?'
Gerald's smile disappeared in surprise.
'What do I live for?' he repeated. 'I suppose I live to work, to produce
something. Besides, I live because I am living. '
'And what is your work? Getting
thousands of tons of coal out of the earth every day? And when we've got all
the coal we want, and everyone has a piano in their homes and good furniture,
and our bellies are full, what then?'
Gerald laughed. 'We haven't got it yet,'
he replied. A great many people do not have a rabbit and the fire to cook it.'
'So while you get the coal, I must catch
the rabbit?' said Birkin mocking at Gerald.
'Something like that, ' said Gerald. 'At
least you've got to start with material things,' he added, smiling, not really
knowing what Birkin wanted.
There was a silence between the two men
for some time, then suddenly Birkin's eyes looked straight into those of the
other man.
'What do you think is the aim and object
of your life, Gerald?' he asked.
Again Gerald was taken abackl. He could
not understand what his friend was getting at. 'At this moment I can't say, '
he answered, a little ironically.
'What has your life been so far?'
'Oh, finding things out for myself and getting
experiences.'
' l
believe,' said Birkin, 'that one needs one really pure, single activity — I
should call love a single activity. But I don't really love anyone now. '
'Have you ever really loved anyone?' asked Gerald.
'No,' replied Birkin. 'Nor 1.
'And do you want to?'
Gerald smiled. 'I don't know,' he said. 'And I do. I
want to love,' said Birkin.
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'You do?'
'Yes, I want the love ofjust one woman.'
Gerald watched the other man with
a sardonic smile. ' I don't believe that a woman, one woman will ever make my
lite.' Then he turned and looked out of the window at the flying, golden
landscape. Birkin could not help seeing2 how beautiful and soldierly his face
was. Gerald turned suddenly and asked, 'Where are you staying in London?'
'With a man in Soh03. I pay part of the
rent of a house and stay there when I like.'
'Good idea — have a place more or less of
your own,' said Gerald.
 'Yes, but I don't care for it much. I'm
tired of the people I always find there.'
'What kind of people?'
'Art — music — London Bohemia. '
'What are they? Painters, musicians?'
' Painters, musicians, writers,
models, advanced young people, anybody who is openly against convention and
belongs to nowhere in particular. They are often young fellows down from the
university, and girls who are living their own lives, as they say. ' 'All
loose?' said Gerald.
Birkin looked at Gerald and saw how his
blue eyes were lit up with a flame of desire. 'In some ways,' he answered.
'We might see something ofeach other.
I'm in London for two or three days,' said Gerald.
'Yes,' said Birkin. 'Come round and see what you think of
Halliday and his crowd.'
'Thanks, I
should like to,' laughed Gerald.
They met again in a café
several hours later. Gerald went through the push doors in the large room where
the faces and heads of the drinkers showed dimly through the haze of smoke. He
moved slowly down between the tables and the people whose shadowy faces looked
up as he passed. Then he saw Birkin rise and signal to him.
At Birkin's table was a girl with
blonde hair cut short in the artist fashion. She was small and delicate, with
fair colouring and large, innocent, blue eyes. There was a certain attractive
vulgarity about her which made a little spark come alight in Gerald's eyes4
Birkin presented her as Miss Darrington. She gave Gerald her
hand,
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looking at him the whole time with a strange exposed
stare5. Then she turned to Birkin and continued their convemtion.
'No,' she said, 'he doesn't know I'm
back. He'll be tewwified when he sees me here.' She spoke her 'r's like w's
with a slight babyish accent.
'Well, then,' said Birkin, 'what do you intend to do?'
'I don't intend to do anything,' she
replied. 'I shall look for some sittings tomorrow. '
'You've finished with him altogether?'
But the girl turned aside and did not answer the question.
Another young man came hurrying up to the table.
'Hello, Birkin! Hello, Pussum6, when
did you come back?' he said eagerly.
'Today, ' she answered.
'Does Halliday know?'

I don't
know and I don't care. '
'Ha-ha! That's the way it is, is it? Do
you mind if I come over to this table?'
I'm talking to Rupen, it's private,' she
replied, cold, and yet appealingly, like a child.
'Ah, it's a confession, eh? Good for
the soul,' said the young man. 'Well, I'll see you later then.
All this time Gerald had been
completely ignored. And yet he felt that the girl was physically aware of him.
He waited, listened and tried to follow their conversation.
Suddenly the girl turned to him and
asked, 'Do you know London well?'
'l can hardly say, ' he laughed. 'I've
been here many times, but I was never in this place before.
'You're not an
artist, then, ' she said in a tone that placed him as an outsider.
'No,' he replied.
'He's a soldier, and an explorer, and a
Napoleon of industry, said Birkin.
The girl looked at Gerald with
calm curiosity. He laughed, hearing himself described. He felt proud, full of
male strength. His blue, keen eyes were lit up with laughter, his rosy, healthy
looking face, with its fair hair, was full of satisfaction and glowing with
life.
'How long are you staying?' she asked him
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'A
day or two, but there's no particular hurry.' He was aware of her blue,
wide-open eyes looking at him. She strongly attracted him. He felt his power
over her.
'There's Halliday!' said Birkin and he
half rose to his feet. The girl looked round over her shoulder. Gerald watched
her fair hair swing over her ears. He felt her watching intensely the man that
was approaching, so he looked too. He saw a slender young man, with rather
long, black hair hanging from under his black hat. His face lit up with a warm
smile when he saw Birkin. It was not till he was quite close that he saw the
girl. He started, went green, and said in a high, sharp voice, 'Pussum, what
are you doing here?' The girl only looked at him coldly.
'Why have you come back?' cried Halliday, in the same, high,
hysterical voice. 'I told you not to come back. What have you come
' For nothing from you,' she said in a heavy voice of
anger.
'Then why
have you come back at all?' cried Halliday.
'She does as she likes,' said Birkin.
'Are you going to sit down or not?'
Halliday came and sat at the table,
putting his hand on his heart and crying, 'Oh, it's given me such a shock!
Pussum, I wish you wouldn't do these things. '
She turned completely away from him, to
Gerald, who was amusing himselfby the situation. 'Where have you come back
from?' he asked the girl.
'From the country, ' replied Pussum in a low voice.
She glanced at Halliday, who was now talking to Birkm and ignored her
completely. He seemed really afraid of her.
'And what has Halliday to do with it? 7 asked Gerald.
'He made me go
and live with him, and now he wants to throw me away. And yet he won't let me
go to anybody else. He wants me to hide in the country. You see I'm going to
have a baby. He wants to give me some money and send me away, so he would never
see me nor hear of me again. But I'm not going to do it.
'Are you going to have a child?' he asked
amazed, It seemed impossible, she was so young.
'Yes,' she said, and her dark eyes had
now a look of knowledge of evil. 'Isn't it awful?'
'Don't you want it?' he asked.
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'I don 't , ' she replied emphatically. ' How long
have you known?' 'Ten weeks,' she said.
Gerald watched her eating. It pleased
him very much to watch her, and it irritated Birkin. 'Why do they call you
Pussum, because you're like a cat?' he asked her.
'I think so,' she said.
He smiled. 'You are rather a young female panther.
I'm not afraid of anything except black
beetles, ' said Pussum suddenly, staring with her black eyes, on which there
seemed an unseeing film of flame, upon Gerald.
He laughed. Her childish speech made him
feel warm inside. 'Halliday is afraid of everything. Especially of me. You're
terrifled of me, aren't you?' she went on looking at Halliday.
'Oh, Pussum,' he answered. 'I feel
perfectly awful. I must go home. Won't you all come? Won't you come to my
flat?' he said to Gerald. 'I would be so glad if you did. Splendid. Let's get a
taxi.
They all got into a taxi. Pussum sat
next to Gerald. She talked to the others but seemed to grow into Gerald as they
went along. In the dark her hand suddenly found his and grasped it. It was such
a frank statement, that rapid vibrations ran over his body. They arrived at a
street of quiet houses, went up a garden path, and then a door was being opened
for them by a dark-skinned man-servant.
'Make tea, Hasan,' said Halliday. The man
smiled and disappeared. Gerald looked around the room. It was an ordinary
London sitting-room in a flat, evidently taken furnished, rather common and
ugly. But there were several negro statues, wood carvings from West Africa,
strange and disturbing. Pussum had taken offher hat and coat and was sitting on
the sofa. She was evidently quite at home in the house, but uncertain of her
position, now that she was with Gerald. The tea arrived and Halliday asked her
to pour it. She did not move.
'I've not come here as I came before,'
she said. 'I only came because the others wanted me to.'
' My dear Pussum, you know you are your
own mistress. I don't want you to do anything but use the flat for your own
conveniences.' She did not reply, but slowly, silently poured the tea. They sat
round drinking. Gerald could feel the electric connection between him and her.
He didn't know how he was going to possess the girl, but he felt that it was
inevitable.
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Birkin rose. It was nearly one o'clock.
I'm going to bed,' he said.
When he was gone, Halliday said to
Gerald, 'Oh, but won't you stay here? You can sleep where you like. I love
having the house crowded.
'But there are only two rooms,' said
Pussum in a cold hostile voice.
'I know there are only two rooms,' said
Halliday in his odd, high voice. 'But what does it matter?'
Pussum
gave Halliday a black look9 and then went out of the room with a cold goodnight
to them all. But some minutes later she appeared again in the door wearing a
silk dressing-gown.
'I know you want to catch me out10 'came
her cold, rather loud voice. 'But I don't care, I don't care how much you catch
me out.'
She turned and was gone again.
She looked so small and childish, almost pitiful. And yet the black looks of
her eyes made Gerald feel drowned in some deep darkness that almost frightened
him. After some moments, Gerald followed her.
Vocabulary
surroundings — OKPYYvaE0111aH 06CTaHOBKa belly — XHBOT,
6P}0X0 get at smth — KJIOHHTb K geMy-J1. pure — ¶HCTbIñ,
6ecnpMMecHbIiá soldierly — MYXeCTBeHHb1V1 convention — YCJIOBHOCTH loose
— pacnyrueHHbIlä, ceKcyaJ1bHO AOCTYflHb1Vf haze — AblMKa shadowy —
npH3paHHb11i delicate — xpyrIKHii innocent — HeBHHHb1ii sitting — 1103upoBaHHe
XYAOXHHKY eagerly — HeTepneJIHB0 appealingly — Tpora•reJ1bH0 confession — HC110BeAb
outsider — qeJ10BeK, He TIPHHawrexaL11V1ü K AaHHOMY Kpyry
evil — 3J10 frank — 0TKp0BeHHb1ii
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inevitable — HeH36eùKHb1M
hostile — Bpaxne6Hb1ii
Notes
Gerald was taken aback — JlYvePaJ1bA 6b1J1 3aCTHFHYT BpacW10X could not
help seeing — He Mor He BMjueTb
3 Soho — Coxo; paii0H B neHTpaJ1bH0ii gacern J10HA0Ha;
cpeAo-roque pecrropaH0B, HOLIHb1X K.qy60B, K'd3HHO, CTPHHTM30B M
upocurx YBeceJIVtreJIbHblX 3aBeAeHHVt
4
which made a little spark come alight in Gerald's eyes — o•rqero B
rJ1a3ax Axepa.'lbila 3axrjracb HCKOPKa a strange exposed stare —
CTPaHHb1ÿt, OTKPOBeHHblii B3rJIH11
6 Pussum — KVtcKa (nacpcoeoe
06paugeuue) what has Halliday to do with it? — KaKoe K 3TOMY HMeeT OTHOU1emte
8 use the flat for your own
convenience — [IOJlb30BaTbCH KBapTMpoii no CBOeMY YCMOTPC'HMEO
9
gave Halliday a black look — MeerHYJIa Ha
10 catch out — no.'1J10BMTb; 3k). 3aCTŽITb Ha
Mec-re npecTyrrneHH51
Activities
I.         Find in the text the
synonyms to the following words and word-combinations.
To raise the head, an abdomen (XVIBOT), a purpose, to be
taken
by surprise, unmixed, a painter, frail (xpynKMVt), to horrify, to be going to
do smth, to come nearer, slim (CTpoiiHb1ñ), to pay no attention, to have
a relation to smth, a usual room, hostess, a strange voice.
Il.        Complete
the sentences in accordance with the text.
l) Birking met Gerald
on 2) Gerald said that he lived
3)
For Birkin the
single pure activity
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4)
London Bohemia are
5)
In Pussum was a certain
6)
She intended to work as
7)
The girl attracted Gerald and he felt that she was

8)
Pussum said that Halliday wanted to
9)
After the café the company went to
10)
The black look of the girl's eyes made Gerald

111.     Use
the words and phrases from the text to describe:

Pussum's appearance.
                  Pussum's
behaviour with Gerald in the care.

Her behaviour with Halliday.

Gerald's feelings in the café and in Halliday's flat.
4.
BREADALBY
Breadalby was a Georgian house with
Corinthian pillarsl standing among the green hills. In front there was a lawn,
a few trees and some fish ponds leading down to the silent park. At the back
were trees, among which were the stables and the big kitchen garden. It was a
very quiet place, some miles from the high-road.
Recently Hermione had lived a good deal
at the house. She had turned away from London and Oxford to the silence of the
country. Her father was mostly absent abroad and she was often at the house
with her visitors.
The summer was just coming in when UNIIa
and Gudrun went to stay with Hermione. Coming in the car, after they had
entered the park, they looked across at the house. There were small figures on
the green lawn, women in lavender and yellow moving to the shade of the
enormous cedar tree.
'Isn't it beautiful,' said Gudrun a
little resentfully, as if she admired it against her will. The car stopped
outside and a maid appeared, and then Hermione, coming forward with her pale
face lifted, and her hands outstretched, her voice singing:
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'Here you are — I'm so glad to see you'
— she kissed Gudrun — 'so glad to see you —' she kissed Ursula and remained
with her arm around her. 'Are you very tired?' 'Not at all,' said Ursula.
'Are you
tired, Gudrun?'
'Not at
all, thanks.'
Hermione stood looking at them. The girls
were embarrassed because she did not move into the house, but had her little
scene of welcome there on the path. The servants waited. 'You would like to go
up to your rooms, wouldn't you? Let's go up, shall we?'
Ursula was glad when she was finally
alone in her room. Hermione was so slow and was pressing herself upon her in a
way that was both embarrassing and oppressive.
Lunch was served on the lawn under the
cedar tree. There was a young Italian woman, slim, fashionable; a young and
athletic-looking Miss Bradley; a learned Baronet of fifty, who was always
making jokes and laughing at them heartily; there was Rupert Birkin and then a
woman secretary — Fraulein Marz, young, slim and pretty. The food was very
good. Gudrun, critical of everything, gave it her full approval. IJÑ11a
liked the white table by the great tree, the scent of new sunshine, the green
park with far-off deer feeding peacefully. But in spirit she was unhappy. The
atmosphere was very intellectual and very tiring. Birkin looked depressed.
Hermione with amazing persistence tried to ridicule him and make him look
stupid in the eyes of the others. And it was surprising how she seemed to
succeed, how helpless he seemed against her.
Suddenly there was the sound ofa motor
car. 'There's Alexander!' sang Hermione and, laying down her coffee cup, she
rose and disappeared round some bushes.
'Who is
it?' asked Gudrun.
'Alexander, her brother,' said the little Italian woman.
They all waited, and then around the bushes came Alexander
Roddice, and behind him Hermione, arm in arm with Gerald Crich, who had come
with Alexander. Hermione presented Gerald to everyone, and then led him away to
sit by her. He was evidently her honourable guest. Alexander was a Member of
Parliament and he brought news that the Minister for Education had resigned
because of strong criticism. This started a conversation on education.
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'Ofcourse,' said Hermione, lifting her face ecstatically,
'there can be no reason, no excuse for education except the joy and beauty of
knowledge in itself. She seemed to rumble with her thoughts for a moment, then
she continued: 'Vocational education isn 't education, it is the end of
education.
Gerald, listening to the discussion, sniffed the air with
delight
and prepared for action. 'Not necessarily,' he said. 'Isn't
education really like gymnastics? Isn't the aim of education the production of
a well-trained, energetic mind?'
'Just as athletics produce a healthy
body!' cried Miss Bradley, in hearty agreement.
'Well,'
rumbled Hermione. 'I don't know. To me the pleasure of knowing is so great, so
wonderful — nothing has meant so much to me in all my life, nothing.'
'What knowledge, for
example, Hermione?' asked Alexander. M-m-m... I don't know... But one thing was
the stars — when I really understood something about the stars. One feels so
uplifted, so free.'
'What do you want to feel free for?' said Birkin sarcastically.
'You don't want to be free.
Hermione was offended.
'Yes, I do,'
she said. 'It's like getting on top of the mountain and seeing the Pacific
Ocean. Yes, it is the greatest thing in life — to know. It is really to be
happy, to be free.
And then to the amazement ofeverybody,
the maid came with a large tea tray. The afternoon had passed so quickly.
After tea they decided to go for a walk.
'Would you
like to come for a walk?' asked Hermione each of them, and they all said yes,
feeling like prisoners being taken for exercise.
'Will you come for a walk, Rupert?' 'No, Hermione.
'Why not?' It made her angry. She wanted
them all to go for a walk with her.
'Because I don't like going off in a big company '
'Then we'll leave the little boy behind,
if he's in a bad mood. And she looked really happy while she
insulted him. She laughed as she walked off with the others. 'Goodbye, little
boy, goodbye. ' 'Goodbye, impudent witch,' he said to himself.
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When they arrived back after their walk, Hermione went
straight to find Birkin in his room. She went slowly up the stairs and along
the corridor singing out: 'Ru-pert! Ru-oo-pert!' She came to his door and
tapped. 'Ru-pert!'
'Yes,' came his voice at last.
'What are you doing?' He opened the
door. 'We've seen the daffodils. They are so beautiful.
'I know. I've seen them,' he answered.
'Have you?' and she remained looking at
him. It stimulated her above all things, this conflict with him. But underneath
she knew the separation was coming and her hatred of him was subconscious and
intense. 'What were you doing?' she asked again in a mild, indifferent tone. He
did not answer, but she saw he had taken a Chinese drawing from the wall
and was copying it with much skill.
'You are copying the drawing, ' she
said. 'How beautifully you do it. You like it very much, don't you?'
'It's a marvelous drawing, ' he said.
'The Chinese Ambassador gave it to me. '
'I know.'
'But why are you copying it?'
'I want to know it,' he replied. 'One
understands more about China by copying this drawing, than by reading all the
books.'
Hermione looked at him in silence for a
long time, trying to see into his mind. It was an awful obsession in her to
know everything he knew. Then at last she turned away and left him to dress for
dinner.
That evening Birkin went to bed early,
but Gerald came and sat on his bed, wanting to talk to him.
'Who are those two Brangwens'?' Gerald asked.
'They live in Beldover.
'In Beldover! Who are they then?'
'Teachers in the Grammar school. 'Ah yes! I
thought I'd seen them before.' It disappoints you?' asked Birkin.
Disappoints me! No — but how is it
Hermione has them
'She knew Gudrun in London — that's the
younger one. She's an artist — does sculpture. '
'She's not a teacher then, only the other one?'
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'Both — Gudrun is art mistress, Ursula is a class mistress.
' 'And what's the father?'
'Handicraft instructor2 in the schools.
'Really!'
'I don't suppose you will see much of
Gudrun,' Birkin went on. 'She's a restless bird, she'll be off somewhere abroad
soon.'
How do you know her so well?'
'l knew her in London. She knows
Pussum and the others, although she wasn't really part of that group. She is
more conventional, in a way.
'Does she make money from her
sculptures? Are they good?' 'I think sometimes they are marvellously good.
Those two birds in Hermione's boudoir are hers. I think they're rather
wonderful.
'She might be a well-known artist one day?'
'She might. But I think she won't. She
drops her art if anything else fascinates her.
Gerald went silent for a while, thinking,
and then slowly wandered to his room.
Gerald and Birkin were the last to
come down to breakfast. Hermione liked everybody to be early. She suffered when
she felt her day had been made shorter. Afterwards Birkin went to find her in
her boudoir. He had been a little rude to her and he wanted to make peace. He
wanted to be on good terms3 with her again. She was writing letters as he went
into her room. She lifted her face as he entered and then looked down again at
her paper, but she could not go back to her writing.
He took a book and sat down at the
table with his back to her, but her mind was in chaos now that he was there,
and she could not concentrate. Suddenly she realized that his presence was a
wall, destroying her, and that, unless she broke down the wall, she might die.
A terrible shock ran over her
body, like shocks ofelectricity, as if many volts of electricity suddenly
struck her down. She suddenly felt delightfully strong. Her hand closed on a
beautiful, blue ball of lapis lazuli4 that stood on her desk for a paperweight.
She rolled it round in her hand as she rose silently. She moved towards him and
stood behind him for a moment in ecstasy. He was asleep and completely unaware
of her presence.
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Then, as quick as lightning, and with
unspeakable satisfaction, she brought down the ball of stone on the back ofhis
head. She brought it down with all her force, but her fingers were in the way
and softened the blow. Nevertheless, down went his head, and she convulsed with
ecstasy. She lifted her arm once more to smash the head that lay dazed on the
table. She must smash it, once and for all. But she was not quick. She could
only move slowly. A strong instinct of survival woke in him, and he turned
round to look at her. He saw the ball coming down again, and just in time
covered his head with a cushion. Even so, the blow came down, almost breaking
his neck. He was broken, but not afraid, and he twisted again and jumped up
from the chair. 'Stop, Hermione,' he said. 'I won' let you.' And he walked out
of the room leaving her standing.
She remained standing for a long time.
Then she sank onto the sofa and went heavily to sleep. When she awoke, she
remembered what she had done, but it seemed to her that she had only hit him,
as any woman might do, because he tortured her:
Birkin, barely conscious5, went out of
the house and across the park, to the hills. He was aware of the pain in his
head becoming stronger every minute. He was walking now along the road to the
station. It was raining and he had no hat. At the station he wrote a note to
Hermione.
'I will go to town — I don't want to
come back to Breadalby for the present. It's quite all right — don't worry
about having hit me. Tell the it's just one of my moods. You were quite right
to hit me — because I know you wanted to. So there's the end of it. '
In the train however he felt sick. He
dragged himself from the station to a cab feeling his way step by step like a
blind man and held up only by a weak will. For a week or two he was ill, but he
did not let Hermione know about himself. There was a complete estrangement
between them.
Vocabulary
pond —
npyža stable — KOHIOUIHH cedar          Kenp
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resentfully — B03MyueHH0, c
HeronoBaHHeM oppressive — THFOCTHb1ñ, yrE-reTa1011_1Hii feed — 30.
nacTHcb persistence — HaCTOñ¼HBOCTb, ynopcTB0 ridicule —
BblCMeHBaTb rumble — rpoMbIxaTb, rpoxo•raTb vocational — npocþeccM0HaJIbHb1Vt
exercise — 3ò. nporYJIKa insult — OCKOP6MTb impudent — warjlblii
daffodils — 6neAHo-xeJITb1e HaPUHCCb1 marvellous — YAMBvrreJ1bHb1V1,
H3YMHTeJ1bHb1ii obsession — OuePXHMOCTb YvenaHV1eM paperweight — rrpecc-nallbe estrangement — 0TqyxneHVte, pa3pb1B
Notes
Corinthian
pillars — KOPMHd)CKHe KOJIOHHb1; apxwrewrypHbIñ CTWlb,
OTJIV1qa10LUHÏICH Tlb1LLIHOCTbK)
H TOPXeCTBeHHOCTbK) 2 Handicraft instructor — YWITeJ1b Tpyna
3
to be on good
terms — 6b1Tb B xopollrux OTHOIIIeHMSIX
4
lapis
lazuli — Jl,uypwr (no,qyòpaeolßhllfblù KaME?Hb)
5
barely conscious
— ILIOXO c03HaBaS1, LITO JRJ1aeT
Activities
Find in the text the English
equivalents to the following words and word-combinations.
Illocce, orp0MHb1ii Kenp, L10žuaTb 06en, 06Pa30BaHHb1Vf
qeJIOBeK, 110AHOCTb10 01106PHTb, BblCMeVIBaTb, A06HTbC¶ ycnexa, non PYKY C
KeM-J1., FOCTb, 06uaeTbCH, H3YMH•reJ1bHbIii pucyH0K, Heyr0MOHHaq 11TV1ua, 6b1Tb B
xop0111Hx OTHOURHVIHX, Hem,rpa3MMbrìi BOCTopr, pa36HTb BApe6e3rn
FOJIOBY, HHCTHHKF carv10coxpaHeHHH, onyc•rwracb Ha AVIBaH r10Ka (B naHHb1ii MOMeHT),
TallIVITbCq, TIOJIHaq oerqyxneHHOCTb.
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11.       Say
why:
l) Ursula was glad to be left alone in her room.
2) Ursula felt unhappy during the lunch.
3) the guests started the conversation on
education.
4)
Hermione unconsciously felt hatred to Birkin.
5)
Gerald inquired about the sisters.
6)
Birkin didn't want to go for a walk with the others.
7)
Birkin was copying a Chinese drawing.
8)
Birkin went to
Hermione's boudoir.
9)
Hermione wanted to hit Birkin.
10)
Birkin didn't let
Hermione know about his illness.
111.     Speak
about:
•
Hermione's house.
the lunch.
•
Gerald's views on
education.     Birkin's information of Gudrun.
Hermione's hitting Birkin.  Birkin's note
to Hermione.
5. SKETCHBOOK
One morning, some time after their
visit to Breadalby, Gudrun was sitting sketching on the bank ofthe lake,
staring at the water plants that rose from the mud. She started suddenly,
hearing the sound of oars. She looked round. There was a boat with a bright,
Japanese parasol, and a man in white, rowing. The woman was Hermione and the
man was Gerald Crich. Gudrun realized it at once. And at once she felt a strong
electric vibration in her veins.
'There's Gudrun,' came Hermiones
voice, floating over the water. 'We will go and speak to her. Do you mind?'
Gerald looked round and saw the girl, standing by the water's edge, looking at
him. He pulled the boat towards her, without thinking of her. In his
consciousness she was still nobody. He knew that Hermione had a
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strange pleasure in breaking down all the social
differences, at least apparently], and he left her to it2.
How do you do, Gudrun?' sang Hermione.
'What are you doing?'
'How do you
do, Hermione. I was sketching.
'Were you?' The boat came nearer and
touched the bank. 'May we see? I should like to so much. ' It was no use
resisting.
'Well,' said Gudrun reluctantly, for
she always hated to have her unfinished work exposed, 'there's nothing in the
least interesting. '
'Isn't there? But let me see, will you?'
Gudrun reached out the sketchbook.
Gerald stretched from the boat to take it. As if in a dream, Gudrun was aware
of his body stretching towards her. Her voluptuous, acute apprehension ofhim3
made the blood stop in her veins and she almost fainted.
'That's what you have done,' said
Hermione, looking at the plants on the shore and comparing them with Gudrun's
drawing.
'Yes, ' said Gudrun without looking round.
'Let me see,' said Gerald, reaching
forward for the book. But Hermione ignored him. He must not take it before she
had seen it. But Gerald continued to stretch forward till he touched the
sketchbook. A wave of anger against him came over Hermione. She let go of the
book before he had got it properly, and it fell against the side of the boat
into the water.
'There!' sang Hermione with a
malevolent intonation of victory. 'I'm so sorry, so awfully sorry. Can't you
get it Gerald?' The last words were said in a note of sneering that made
Gerald's veins tingle with hate for her. He leaned out over the water, feeling
embarrassed with his behind exposed in front of the ladies.
'It is of no importance,' said Gudrun
loudly, and she held out her hand impatiently for the wet book, to finish with
the scene. Gerald gave it to her. He was not quite himself.
'I'm so dreadfully sorry,' Hermione
kept repeating. 'Is there nothing that can be done?'
'In what way?' asked Gudrun with cold irony.
'Can 't we save the drawings?'
'I assure you, ' sard Gudrun
distinctly, 'the drawings are quite good for my purpose. '
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'But can't I give you a new book?
I wish you'd let me do that. I feel it was all my fault.
'As far as I saw,' said Gudrun, 'it
wasn't your fault at all. If there was any fault, it was Mr Crich's. But the
whole thing is entirely trivial, and it really is ridiculous to take any notice
of it.'
Gerald watched Gudrun closely while
she repulsed Hermione. There was a cold power in her. 'I'm awfully glad if it
doesn't matter, he said. 'If there's no real harm done.
She looked at him with
her fine blue eyes signalling to his soul, and her voice ringing with intimacy
now that she was talking to him and said, 'Of course it doesn't matter at all.
'
The bond was established between them,
in that look, in her tone. She knew that from now on there
would be a secret understanding between them.
'Goodbye! I'm so glad you forgive
me.' Hermione sang her farewell and waved her hand. Gerald automatically took
the oar and pushed off, but he was looking all the time, with smiling
admiration, at Gudrun.
Vocabulary
sketch — PHCOBaTb, nenaTb Ha6POCKH mud — WI, TMHa oar —
BeCJIO parasol 30HTHK OT COJIHUa reluctantly — HeOXOTHO faint — ynacTb B
06MOPOK there! — HY HOT! Hano xe! malevolent — 3nopa11Hb1V1 sneering — HaCMeL11Ka tingle —
APOXaTb, TpeneT"dTb fault — BHH•a repulse — aaBí1Tb omop, 0T6HBaTb
aTaKY bond — CB¶3b
Notes
at least apparently — rro KpahHeü Mepe, Tavv 3T0
Ka3a-nocb co croPOHb1
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2 he left her to it — OH
rupeAOCTaBHJ1 eth B03MOXHOCTb BOCTIOJ1b30BaTbCS1 cwryauueÿr
3
Her voluptuous, acute apprehension of him —
CJ1aAOCTpaCTHoe, ocTpoe 0111Y111eHMe ero 6JlW30CTH
Activities
franslate the words in brackets.
l) Ten boats took part in the competition for (rpe6JI¶).
2)
She couldn't (coriPOTVIBJIHTbCfl) her desire to buy a beautiful
ring.
3)
The girl was very unhappy because the man she loved (He
06p•a11œ1 Ha Hee BHHMaHVffl). (2 gapuamna)
4)
This panty-hose is too short but it
5)
The sketchbook fell into the water, and they heard Hermione's
(3]10paAHblii) laughter.
6)
In childhood he wore glasses and his classmates (HacrqexaJIHCb)
at him.
7)
The little girl (Hereprre11HB0) tore the paper in which the gift
was wrapped and looked inside the box.
8)
Smoking can do great (Bpea) to one's health.
9)
After their last
meeting Gudrun felt that some (CBH3b) was established between Gerald and
herself.
10)
Before a famous
singer left the big stage he had given a
(HPOIuaJIbHbriá) concert.
11.      Say whether these statements
are true or false. Correct them if they are false.
l ) Hermione and Gerald were rowing in Bleadalby.
2)
It was a sunny day.
3)
Gudrun was sketching people who were having a rest on the bank of
the river.
4)
When Gerald saw Gudrun he felt very excited.
5)
Gudrun felt strong emotions when she saw the young man so close
to her.
6)
Hermione was really sorry that the sketchbook fell into the
water.
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7)
Gerald remained indifferent to Gudrun.
8)
From that day new relations were established between them.
111.    Imagine
that one of you is:

Gudrun. Ask her
three questions.

Hermione. Ask her two questions.  Gerald. Ask him three
questions.
6. THE ISLAND
Ursula had wandered off along the
course of a bright little stream. The afternoon was full of birds singing. She
wanted to reach the mill-pond, and as she got near, she saw a man on the bank
working on a punt. It was Birkin. He looked very busy and active, like a wild
animal. She felt she ought to go away, he would not want her to disturb him: he
seemed so much occupied. But she did not want to leave, and so she moved along
the bank until he looked up and saw her. The moment he did, he dropped his
tools and came towards her, saying:
'How do you do? I'm making the
punt.' She went along with him. 'You are your father's daughter, so you can
tell me if it is right.'
She bent to look at the punt. ' I'm
sure I am my father's daughter,' she said, fearful of having to judge. 'But I
don't know anything about carpentry. It looks right, don't you think?'
'Yes, I think so. Help me to get it into the water, will,
you?'
Together they turned over the heavy punt
and pushed it into the stream.
'Now,' he said. ' I'll try it and you
can watch what will happen. Then, if it floats, I'll take you over to the
island. '
The mill-pond was large and had the perfect stillness of very
deep water. There were two small islands overgrown with bushes and a few trees
near the middle. When they were sure the punt was safe, Ursula got in and they
went across to the first island. They landed under a willow tree and climbed
out. Ursula looked
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at him
closely. She had not seen him since Breadalby. He was very thin and pale.
'You've been ill, haven't you?' she asked, rather worried
'Yes,' he replied coldly. They had just
sat down under the willow tree and were looking at the pond.
'Has it made you frightened?' she asked.
'What?'
It is frightening to be very ill, isn't
it?' she said.
'It isn't pleasant,' he said. 'Whether I
am really afraid of death or not, I have never decided. Anyway, the whole of
humanity is dead. There are millions of human beings hanging on the bush — and
they look very nice and rosy, your healthy young men and women. But they are
Dead Sea Fruit — their insides are full of bitter, corrupt ash.
'But there
are good people,' protested Ursula.
'Good enough for the life of today, but
mankind is a dead tree.'
'Then you must be dead too,' cried Ursula.
'Oh, I am,' he answered, 'but at least I
know it. If all humanity were to die tomorrow, there would be no loss. The
world would be a better place.'
'So you'd like everyone in the world destroyed?'
'Yes, don't you find it a beautiful,
clean thought? A world empty of people, just grass, and trees, and a hare
sitting up?'
The sincerity of his voice made Ursula
pause to consider the idea, and it really was attractive: a clean, lovely,
humanless world. 'But you'd be dead yourself, so what good would it do?'
'Oh I'd die willingly to know that the
world could really be cleaned of all the people. I'd like to think of the birds
flying over a humanless countryside. '
What he said pleased Ursula very much. Of
course, it was only a pleasant fantasy. She herself knew too well that humanity
could not disappear so cleanly and easily. 'But what about love?' she asked.
'Isn't that a beautiful thing?'
'I don't believe in love at all — not any
more than I believe in hate. It's just an emotion like all the others. I don't
see why one should have to feel it all the time, any more than one feels sorrow
or JOY. '
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'If you don't believe
in love, what do you believe in? Just in the end of the world and grass?' She
asked mocking.
He was beginning to feel a fool
'I believe in the unseen hosts, ' he said.
Then he looked at her and saw her
face strangely alight, as if lit by a sweet fire from within. His soul stopped
in wonder and he moved towards her. She sat like a strange queen, almost
supernatural in her glowing, smiling richnessl.
 'You know, ' he said, 'I'm going to rent
some rooms here at the mill. Don't you think we can have some good time there?'
'Oh, are you?' she said, a little
afraid of his sudden implication of intimacy.
 'If I find I can live by myself,' he
continued, 'I shall give up my work altogether and will live quite alone. '
There was a pause. 'And what about Hermione?'
'That's over at last — a pure failure,
and never could have been anything else.
'But you still see each other?'
'We could hardly pretend to be strangers, could we?'
'Will she direct the furnishing of your new rooms?'
'I expect so. Does it matter?'
'Oh no, not really,' said Ursula, 'though personally I can't
bear her.' She stopped and thought for a moment. 'Yes, I do mind if she
furnishes your rooms. I mind that you keep her hanging
on.
'Well, I don't keep her. I don't
want her to do it, but I can't be unkind to her.' He was silent now, frowning.
'At any rate, I'll have to go down and see the rooms. You will come with me,
won't you?' 'I don't think so,' she said coldly.
'Won't you? Yes, do. Come and see them now, please do.
So they got back into the punt and pushed off.
'Tell me about yourself and your
people,' he said. So she told him about the Brangwens, and about her mother,
about her first love and her later experiences. He sat very still watching her
as she talked letting the boat float. Her face was beautiful and full of light
as she told him all the things that had hurt her or troubled her so deeply. He
seemed to warm and comfort his soul by the beautiful light of her nature.
'We have all suffered so much,' he said ironically.
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She came over and put her hand on his
shoulder, looking at him with strange, golden-lighted eyes, very tender, but
with a curious, devilish look lurking underneath3.
'Say you love me, say "my love" to me,' she pleaded.
He looked into her eyes.
'I love you, ' he said, 'but it is not
enough. I want it to be something else.
'But why?' she insisted, bending her
lovely, luminous face to him. 'Why isn't it enough?'
'Because we can do better without love4
' he answered putting his arms around her.
'No, we can't, ' she said in a
voluptuous voice of yielding5. 'We can only love each other. Say "my
love" to me, say it.' She put her arms round his neck.
He kissed her tenderly, murmuring in
a low voice of love, and irony, and submission:
'Yes, my love, yes, my love. Let love be enough. I love
you.' 'Yes,' she murmured, nestling close to
him.
Vocabulary
stream — pyqeV1 mill-pond — 3anpyna y MeJ1bHHUb1 punt —
11JIOCKOAOHHb1ìÍ HJIHK (AOÒKa) tool — MHCTPYMeHT carpentry
— 11,q0THHHHoe aeJIO corrupt — HCtlOPqeHHb1V1, rHMJ10iá ash — 3011a
sincerity — VICKPeHHOCTb willingly — OXOTHO host — 3ò. wrac•reJlHH MHpa
implication — HarvteK pretend — rlPMTBOPHTbcq frown — XMYPHTbCH comfort —
ycnoyvaHBaTb plead — B3MOJIHTbCH, YMOJ151Tb luminous — cBeTfl1MHVtcq,
SICHb1iÍ submission — 110BHHOBeHHe, TIOKOPHOCTb
nestle — npnJ1bHYTb, IlPVIXaTbCH
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Notes
almost supernatural in her glowing smiling richness— ee
CHflE0111aq YJ1b[6Ka c03naBaJ1a BOKpyr Hee opeon nog-ru CBePX'beCTeCTBeHHOTO
cytueCTBa
2 I mind that you keep her hanging
on. — B03paxa10 npoTMB Toro, qro Bbl He nopb1Baere C Herd.
a devilish look lurking underneath — AbHBOJ1bCKHii B3rJ1flA,
CKPbIBarou1HiiCS1 B FJIY6HHe HWX (rym)
4
we can do better
without love — Hmvf .qyqwe 060ñTVICb 6e3 31106B"
5
she said in a
voluptuous voice of yielding — np0H3Hecna OHa cna,uocrrPac.THb1M roJ10COM, B
KOTOPOM 3ByyaJIa FOTOBHOCTb OTAaTbC¶ eMY'
Activities
I. Match the English words in the left
column with their Russian equivalents in the right column.
I) suffera) 110ALIHHeHMe
2)
 carpenter  b) 06CTaBJIHTb Me6eJIb}O
3)
implicationc)
[IPHTBOPHTbcq
4)
occupiedd) xrvlypwrbcq
5)
sinceritye) flJIOTHVfK
6)
furnishf) HaMeK
7)
 frown    g) 3aHHTblVr
8)
pretendh)
Heynaqa, rrp0BaJ1
9)
submissioni)  crrpanaTb
10)
failurej)     HCKPeHHOCTb
Answer the questions to the text.
l) What was Birkin doing when Ursula saw him?
2)
Why did Birkin think that Ursula was an expert in making punts?
3)
Where did Birkin take Ursula?
4)
Why did Birkin think that the whole humanity is dead?
5)
Did Birkin believe that without human beings the world would be a
better place? 6) Was Birkin's idea attractive to Ursula?
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7)
Did Birkin
believe in love or in hosts?
8)
Why didn't Ursula want Hermione to furnish Birkin's rooms?
9)
What did I-JIMIla tell Birkin about?
10)     Did
Birkin submit to Ursula's pleading for love?
111.   Act
out the dialogues between Ursula and Birkin:
about humanity (beginning with the words Anyway, the whole of humanity is
dead up to the words I'd like to think ofthe birdsflying over a humanless
countryside).  about Hermione (beginning with the words And what about Hermione up to
the words But I can't be unkind to her).
about love (beginning with the words
Say you love me up to the words I love you).
7. WATER-PARTY
Every year Mr Crich gave a more or less
public water-party on the lake. There was a little steam-boat on Willey water
and several rowing boats, and guests could take tea on the lawn or make picnic
in the shade of the great walnut tree by the lake. This year the staff of the
Grammar School was invited. Gerald and the younger Criches did not care for
this party, but it had become customary and pleased their father, for he loved
to give pleasures to his colleagues and to those poorer than himself.
His children preferred the company of
their equals in wealth. They hated their inferi01s' humility or gratitude or
awkwardnessl but they were willing to attend the
festival, especially now, as their father was ill
Birkin had written to Ursula saying he
expected to see her at the party. The day came, blue and full of sunshine. The
sisters wore dresses of white crepe, and soft, straw hats. Gudrun also had pink
stockings, a black, pink and yellow decoration on her hat and a yellow silk
coat over her arm. Her appearance angered her father, who said, 'You look like a
Christmas cracker2.' But Gudrun thought that
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she looked handsome and brilliant. And she wore her clothes
in pure defiance-3
There was a
crowd of common people standing on the road, looking enviously over the hedge,
like souls not admitted to paradise.
' I certainly shan't stay five minutes among this crowd,'
said Gudrun. 'We needn't stay,' said Ursula. 'We'd better look after father and
mother.' She knew that her father felt angry and out
of place,
and she was worried for him. But then suddenly there was Birkin, coming towards
them with his usual grace. He took off his hat and smiled at them with a real
smile in his eyes, so that Mr Brangwen cried out heartily in relief, 'How do
you do? You 're better, aren't you?'
'Yes, I'm better. How do you do, Mrs Brangwen? I know Ur-
sula and Gudrun very well. '
His eyes smiled, full of natural
warmth. He had a soft, flattering manner with women, particularly with women
who were no longer young.
Hermione Roddice came up, in a handsome
gown of white lace, an enormous silk shawl with great embroidered flowers and
an enormous hat on her head. She looked astonishing. 'How do you do!' she sang,
coming up kindly and looking slowly over the father and mother. Hermione was
really so sure of her class superiority, she could come up and study people out
of simple curiosity, as if they were creatures on exhibition.
Then Gerald came up, dressed in white
and looking handsome. He had hurt his right hand and it was bandaged. Hermione
introduced him to the Brangwen parents, and immediately he spoke to Mrs
Brangwen as if she were a lady, and to Brangwen as if he were not a gentleman4.
He was forced to shake hands with his left hand.
The steam-boat came in with people
calling excitedly from on board. The girls and Gerald went over to see it.
'Would you care to go on board for the
next trip and have tea?' asked Gerald.
'No, thanks,'
said Gudrun coldly.
'You don't like the water?'
'The water? Yes, I like it very much.
He looked at her, his eyes searching.
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'You don't
want to go on a steam-boat, then?'
'No,' she said, ' I can't say that I do.'
'Rather too many people,' said Ursula, explaining.
He laughed shortly. 'Yes, there's a great number of them.
'You see,' said Gudrun, 'we don t know
these people. We're almost complete strangers here. It would be nice to have a
rowing boat and explore that coast.' She pointed to the far side of the lake.
'It looks perfectly lonely. '
'You're sure it's far off enough?' he
asked ironically. He looked at the sisters, a little offended, but willing to
help. 'Can you row a
'Oh yes,' cried Ursula. 'We can both row like
water-spiders.'
'You can? Well, there's a little light
canoe of mine, that I didn't take out for fear somebody would drown themselves.
Do you think you'd be safe in it?'
'Oh, peffectly,' said Gudrun. 'How
terribly good of you,' and her cheeks flushed warmly. It made the blood run
quicker in his veins to see the way she turned to him.
Birkin helped Gerald to get the canoe
into the water and the two girls pushed gently off. The two men stood watching
them. Gudrun was sitting at oars. She knew the men were watching and it made
her slow and rather clumsy. The colour flew to her face once more.
The sisters found a place where a little
stream flowed into the lake. They took off their shoes and stockings and pulled
the boat onto the bank. The water was clear and warm and they were full with
joy.
'We can bathe,' said Ursula. They looked
round to make sure nobody was near, and then, in less than a minute, they had
thrown off their clothes and slipped naked into the water. They swam silently
and happily for a few moments, then went ashore and ran about to dry
themselves, before quickly dressing.
When they were together, doing the
things they enjoyed, the two sisters were quite happy in a wonderful world of
their own. And this was one of the perfect moments of freedom and delight, such
as only children know.
Towards sunset Gerald and Birkin rowed
across to find them. They all sat for a while, smoking cigarettes and watching
the light die over the water. As the golden light overhead died out the moon
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gained brightness and seemed to begin to smile to
them. The sound of music came from the other side of the lake. Here and there
brightlycoloured Chinese lanterns were lit on the boats, little bright flames
reflected in the water. Birkin went and fetched four Chinese lanterns from his
and Gerald's boat. He gave one to Ursula and lit it. Then they all stood back
to admire the great blue moon of light that hung from UNIla's hand.
'It's beautiful,' cried Gudrun. 'Light
one for me. ' So Birkin lit another. It was like a yellow flower. Gudrun gave a
little cry ofexcitement: 'Isn't it beautiful! Oh, isn't it beautiful!'
Birkin lit two more and then went and
attached them to the boats. It was time to go back.
I suppose you'll row me back, Rupert, '
said Gerald out of the pale shadow ofthe evening.
'Won't you go with Gudrun in the canoe?'
asked Birkin. 'It'll be more interesting.'
There was a moment's pause. Birkin and
Ursula stood with their swinging lanterns by the water's edge.
'Is that all right?' said Gudrun to
Gerald. 'As for me, it suits me very well,' he said. 'But what about you and
the rowing? I don't see why you should pull me.'
'Why not?' she
said. ' l can pull you as well as I could pull Ursula.' By her tone he could
tell she wanted to have him in the boat to herself and that she was proud that
she would have power over them both.
He stood looking at her. 'Kiss me before
we go,' came his voice softly from the shadows.
' But why?' she exclaimed in surprise.
'Why?' he repeated ironically.
She looked at him fixedly for some
moments. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth with a slow,
sensitive kiss. Then she climbed into the canoe while he stood with a fire
burning in his whole body. They lifted the canoe into the water and Gerald
pushed off.
'Don't hun your hand,' said
Gudrun gently. 'I won't,' he answered in a low, soft voice. And she watched him
as he sat near her, very near to her, his legs coming towards hers, his feet
touching hers. She rowed softly, hoping he would say something meaningful to
her, but he remained silent. She rested her oar a moment and
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looked round. The blue and rose globes of Ursula and
Birkin's boats swayed softly a little way ahead. 'Shall I row to the shore?'
she asked a little sadly.
'Anywhere,' he answered. 'Let it drift.'
And again they were silent, floating
through the evening, with the lanterns swaying. Up ahead they could hear music:
somebody was singing on board. Then, as if the night had smashed, suddenly
there was a great shout and confusion.
Gerald sat up and Gudrun looked at him
in fear. 'Somebody in the water,' he said anxiously, looking across the water.
'Can you row up to the steam-boat?'
She obeyed. The shouting and the noise
continued, sounding horrible through the coming darkness. Gudrun rowed as hard
as she could but felt uncertain and clumsy. She glanced at his face. He was
looking fixedly into the darkness. Her heart sank. 'Of course,' she said to
herself, 'nobody will be drowned.' But her heart was cold because of his sharp,
impersonal face. It was as if he belonged naturally to death and catastrophe.5
Then there came a child's voice, a girl's high and
piercing:
'Di — Di — Di — Di — Oh Di!'
The blood ran cold in Gudrun's veins.
'It's Diana6 ' muttered Gerald. 'It
must be her tricks.' And he glanced at the oars: the canoe was not going
quickly enough for him. Boats were hurrying from all directions to the scene.
And then again came the child's high screaming voice, with a note of weeping
and impatience in it now: 'Di — Oh Di — Di!'
'You'd be better if you were in bed,
WInnie6 ' Gerald muttered to himself. He was unlacing his shoes and struggling
out of his jacket.
'You can't go into the water with your
hurt hand, ' said Gudrun in a low voice of horror.
'What? It won't hurt.
'Mr Gerald,' came the Captain's terrified voice from the
steam-boat. 'Miss Diana's in the water.
'Did anyone go in for her?' asked Gerald's sharply,
'Young Doctor Brindell, sir.'
'Where are they?'
1 see no sign of them,
sir. Everybody's looking, but there's nothing so far. '
'Get her out, Gerald, oh, get her out,'
the child's voice was crying anxiously. In another moment Gerald dropped down
into the water. Gudrun was rocking violendy in the canoe and the water shook
with coloured lights. He was gone. Gudrun rowed here and there. Would he never
come back? She started, hearing someone say: 'There he is.' She saw him
swimming like a water-rat and rowed involuntarily towards him. But another,
bigger boat was closer, and he climbed out in it. The beauty of his slim body
made Gudrun want to die.
'Put the lights out,' said Gerald. 'We
shall see better.' Then there was another splash and he was gone again. Again
and again he dived.
'Gudrun?' called Ursulas voice. The
boats of the two sisters pulled together. 'Where is Gerald?'
'He's in the water,' answered Gudrun, 'and he shouldn't with
his hurt hand. '
'There he is!' cried Ursula, who had the
sharper eyes. Birkin pulled towards him and helped him into the boat. This time
Gerald climbed in heavily, tiredly and Birkin
began to row.
'Where are you going?' asked Gerald
suddenly, as ifjust waking up.
'Home,' said Birkin.
'Oh no!' said Gerald imperiously. 'We
can't go home. Turn back, I'm going to find them. '
'No,' said Birkin. 'You can't
'Why should you interfere?' cried Gerald
angrily. But Birkin did not answer, and rowed silently to the shore.
When they arrived, Gerald climbed out,
wet and shivering violently. There stood his father in the night.
' Father!' he said.
'Yes, my boy? Go home and take those things off.
'We can't
save them, father, ' said Gerald.
'There's hope yet, my boy. We'll let the
water out. Go home and look after yourself.'
'Well, father, I'm sorry. I'm afraid it's my fault. But I've
done what I could. I could go on diving, of course, but it's not much use.' He
slowly started pulling on his jacket that Gudrun handed to him. 'There's one
thing about our family,' he said to her. 'Once anything goes wrong, it can
never be put right7. I've
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noticed it
all my life. ' They were walking now towards the house. 'And when you are down
there, it is so cold, and so endless, that you wonder how it is that so many
people are alive and why we're up here. I shall see you again, shan't I?
Goodnight, and thank you. Thank you very much.
Birkin took Gerald into the house, and
then accompanied the girls home. Later, Birkin went back to Shortlands, the
Crich's family home. The men were still searching the lake and he heard
Gerald's voice on the water. On the shore stood the old doctor, the father of
the young doctor who was lost. He stood, quite silent, waiting. Birkin also
stood and watched. Gerald came up in a boat.
'You still here, Rupert?' he said. 'We
can't get them. The bottom is very deep, you know, and God knows where the
current has taken them.
'Is there any need for you to be here?'
asked Birkin. 'Wouldn't it be much better if you went to bed?'
'To bed? Good God, do you think I
would sleep? We'll find them before I go away from here.'
'But the men would find them just the same without you.
Gerald looked up and put his hand
affectionately on Birkin's shoulder, saying, 'Don't worry about me, Rupert. If
there's anybody's health to worry about, it's yours not mine. '
'But won't you leave this? You're
forcing yourself into horrors and terrible memories. Come over to my place. '
No,' said Gerald, his arm about the
other man's shoulders. 'Thanks very much, Rupert. I want to see this job done.
I'll come tomorrow. '
The
bodies of the dead were not found till towards dawn. Diana had her arms tight
around the neck of the young man, choking him.
'She killed
him,' said Gerald.
All over the district there was
dreadful excitement. Everywhere on the Sunday morning the miners wandered
about, discussing the tragedy. It was as if the angel of death were velY near.
Gudrun had wild ideas about comforting
Gerald. Ursula was deeply and passionately in love with Birkin. She was quite
indifferent to all the talks of the accident. She merely stayed indoors all day
by herself and glanced at the window hoping he would be there.
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Vocabulary
walnut tree — OPeU_1HHK customary —
-rpaanuHOHHb1ii wealth — 60raTCTBO, AOCTaTOK hedge — M3ropoAb paradise — paV1
flattering — 3(). JlK)6e3Hb1V1 creature — cyluecTB0, c03n•aHHe; 3ð. clumsy — HeJIOBKHìi, naked — 06HaxeHHbIìi suit —
ycTpaHBaTb, nonx0AHTb globe — 3(). Kopnyc
sway — HOKat1VtBaTbC¶ obey — [10BHHOBaTbCS1 impersonal —
6eccTpacTHb1ii imperiously — [10BeJIHTeJ1bH0 current — Teqeyute affectionately
— nacKOBO, C Jl}060Bb10 dawn — paccBeer choke — JIYLIÐITb
Notes
 They hated their inferiors' humility,
gratitude or awkwardness —
OHM TeprœTb He MOI'JIH 6J1aronapHocTH           1-œJIOBKOCTH
Tex, KTO HaXOAHJICfi HH>Ke no couuaJ1bHOMY TIOJIOXe-
HHIO
Christmas cracker — (PO)KgeCTBeHCKaH) x-nor1YIMKa she wore her clothes in
pure defiance — OHa HOCHJIa oneyuuy c 0TKPOBeHHO Bb13b1Ba}OUIVIM BHAOM
4 as if he were not a gentleman — Mamb cecmep bpaneeeH
8b1u¿qa

zucenue
 It was as if he belonged naturally
to death and catastrophe. — CÄOBHO OH 110 CBoeV1 npupolle 6b1J1 qaCTbK) VI
HecqacTHh.
6
Diana — JinaHa,
M,qaA111aq cecerpa AxepaJ1bna; Yinny — BHHHH,
BTOPaH cecTpa Axepa.'lk,na TPHHuuaTH nerr
7
it can never be
put right — 3T0 HVIKOrna HeJIb351 ucnpaBHTb
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Activities
I.         Translate
the sentences using the words from the box.

custom wealthy obey flatter relief
paradise bandage search suit naked

l) «3T0 Bpexqq Bac ycTpaHBaeT?» — cnpocwr OH.
2)
Kor:ua 110
TEIetþ0HY OHa ronoc CbIHa, TO no11YBCTBOBa„rra 60AbWOe 06JIeryeHHe.
3)
Tbi 6bIJ1a Ha
Ma-rlbAHBCKHX OCTPOBax? TaM HacTOHLUHV1 paw
4)
JIK)AM 06blCKaJIH
Becb nec, HO nponaBwero pe6eHKa He Haw-rm.
5)
«B 3TOii
COJIOMeHHOii Tbi BblrJIHAHLIJb Ha neCHTb .qeT MOAO>Ke», — CKa3aJ1a BHYYKa
cBoeii 6a6Y111Ke. «Tb1 MHe  — ya'lb16HYJtacb c-rapyu_1Ka.
6)
OH IlopBan (tore)
CBOK) py6a111KY H nepeBH3aJ1 paHY apyra.
7)
paccKa3aJl
TYPVICTaM 06 06b1qaqx )KHTe-J1eV1 3TOii CTPaHb1.
8)
LleByu_1Ka
0TKa3anacb 1103npoBaTb 06HaRHHOñ M011Horo xypHa.'1a.
9)
OH IlPVIMeH¶J1
xeCTOKV1e MeTOAb1, tiT06bI 3aCTaBHTb >KHBOTHblX eMY FIONIHH¶TbCfl.
10)
'l B ra3CTe, wro
3TOT rrvtca•rejlb yexan Ha 3anaA H ceraJ1 60raTb1M
treat10BeKOM.
11.       Put
the sentences in the right order.
l) Birkin helped Gerald to get the
canoe into the water, and the two girls pushed gently off.
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2)
There was a crowd of people standing on the road, looking
enviously over the hedge.
3)
Boats were hurrying from all directions to the scene.
4)
The sisters found
a place on the bank and slipped naked into the water.
5)
Mr Crich gave a public water-party to the staff of the Grammar
School
6)
In another moment Gerald dropped down into the water.
7)
Toward sunset
Gerald and Birkin rowed across to find the sisters, and they all sat watching
the light die over the water.
8)
Then, as if the night had smashed, suddenly there was a great
shout and confusion.
9)
The bodies of the dead were not found until dawn.
10)     Gudrun
and Gerald were floating with the lanterns swaying.
111.  Imagine
that you are:
Gudrun. Describe your
wish to leave the party and your rest with Ursula on the bank of the river.
Ursula. Speak about the picnic with the
young men.  Gerald. Describe your actions and
feelings during the tragedy.
                 Birkin.
Speak about your impressions of the day.
8. THE INDUSTRIAL MAGNATE
Thomas Crich was dying. He had
pains in the heart which took away all his life. His work and public interests
had disappeared, as if they had never been. Even his wife barely existed. All
his life he had been faithful to charity and to his love for his neighbourl. He
was a great mine-owner and the welfare of his people had always been ofthe
greatest importance to him. He had always felt that to move nearer to God, he
must move towards his miners. He was not deceived by the poor. He knew they
came begging for charity, when they had no need, but he always gave, whenever
he could.
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Now that he was so ill, Gerald had come
home and took responsibility of the firm. He had proved to be such a wonderful
director, that the father slowly handed everything over to him. Mr Crich
trusted his son, but for love he had Winnie. She was his youngest child and she
was the only one of his children he had really loved. Since the death of Diana,
and the development of his illness, he had become obsessed with the idea of
Winifred's safety, and with doing something for her future.
She was a strange, sensitive child,
sometimes talking and playing like the gayest and happiest of children. But
then she became reserved and detached. She liked drawing and modelling, and
Gerald suggested that Gudmn Brangwen might come and give her lessons. Thomas Crich
believed that Winnie had talent. He had seen Gudrun, and he knew that she was
an exceptional person. He could give his child into her hands. Mr Crich did not
hesitate to appeal to Gudrun.
Meanwhile, as the father drifted more
and more out of life, Gerald found himselfin charge2 of a ship that was sinking
beneath his feet. The mines were old. They would soon be exhausted and there
was talk of closing down. Gerald had refused to go to Oxford, and had instead
studied mining techniques in Germany. It had never interested him much before,
but now it did. There was plenty of coal, but by the old technique they could
not get it. Gerald's father had thought only of the men, of a way of giving
them work. Gerald thought only about making the mines more efficient. So he set
himself to work to put the industry in order,
As soon as Gerald entered the firm, the
convulsion ofdeath ran through the old system. All his life the young Crich had
been tortured by a furious and destructive temper that possessed him sometimes
like a demon. This temper now entered like a cruel virus into the firm. He made
terrible and inhuman reforms. The old grey managers, the old grey clerks, the
weak, shaky pensioners were removed as lumber. Widows of miners killed in the
mines no longer got free coal, but had to pay for it. New machines were imported,
which took over the work of many men. Expert engineers were introduced into
every department. The miners were reduced to mere mechanical instruments. The
joy went out of their lives as they became more and more mechanized. And yet
they accepted the new conditions. At first they hated Gerald Crich and swore
they would kill him. But as time went on, they accepted everything with some
fatal satisfaction.
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Gudrun new that it was a vital thing for
her to go to Shortlands. She knew it was equivalent to accepting Gerald Crich
as a lover. And, although she waited, not liking to be forced into things, she
knew she would go. She was curious to see and to know everything. She also
wanted to know what Winnie was really like. Having heard the child call from
the steamer in the night, she felt some mysterious connection with her.
Gudrun talked with the father in the
library, then he introduced her to his daughter: 'Winnie, this is Miss
Brangwen, who will be so kind as to help you with your drawing and making
models of your animals.
The child looked at Gudrun for a
moment with interest before she came fotward and with face turned away offered
her hand How do you do?' said the child, not
lifting her face.
How do you do?' said Gudrun.
Winifred was watching her. She was
amused, but rather unsure as yet what this new person was like. She saw so many
new persons, and so few became friends to her.
'Well, Winifred,' said the father,
'aren't you glad Miss Brangwen has come? She makes animals and birds in wood
and clay, and the people in London write about them in the papers, praising
them to the skies.' Winifred smiled slightly. 'Who told you that, Daddy?' she
asked.
'Who told me? Gerald and Hermione told
me, and Rupert Birkin.
'Do you know them?' the girl asked
Gudrun, turning to her.
'Yes,' said Gudrun. Winifred
readjusted herself a little.3 She had been ready to accept Gudrun as a sort of
servant. Now she realized that they could become friends.
Gudrun liked Winifred and was fascinated
by her. After the first meetings they got on very well.
Gerald saw to it that they had a little studio over the stables. Gudrun
realized that he wanted her to be attached to the family at Shortlands When she
went away for a little while, to give a show of her work in London, she was
touched by the warm reception she received on her return, and shocked to see
how much Mr Crich's health had worsened during her short absence. At his
request she gave up her work at the Grammar School and went to work permanently
at Shortlands.
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01œPXHMb1Vf,
HYBCTBHreJ1bHb1ñ, KOJIe6aTbCH, oõpamaerbcq

Vocabulary

K KOMY-A., TOHYTb,  npMBecTH B nop¶A0K,

faithful — JIPeAaHHb1M, BePHb1V1

pa3pY'[11HTeJ1bHb1Èi
  TeMnepaMeHT, 6b1Tb OqaPOBaHHb1M, no

charity — 6J1arOTBOPMTeJ1bHOCTb

npocb6e.

welfare — 6narococT0flHHe deceive —
  06MaHb1BaTb

11.

Say why:

prove to be — OKa3aTbCH

I) Thomas Crich became indifferent to
  everything.

trust — AOBePflTb

2)
  he was so much concerned about (3a60THJ1cq) the min-

reserved — cuepxaHHb1ñ, 3aMKHYTbIVt

ers' welfare.

detached — OTqyxneHHb1Vi

3) Mr Crich invited Gudrun to give lessons
  to Winifred

exhausted — gð. HCT01UëHHb11i

4) Gerald decided to put the mining
  industry in order.

furious — qpocTHHit

5) the miners at first wanted to kill
  Gerald.

remove — YlWIATb, BblrOH51Tb

6) Gudrun decided to go to Shortlands.

lumber — HeHY)KHb1e Be111V1

7) Winifred readjusted herself towards
  Gudrun.

widow — BAOBa mere — npocroñ, He 60J1ee

8) Gudrun liked her work in the Criches' home.

swear (swore, sworn) — KJIHCTbCSI vital — XH3HeHHO BDKHb1M

111.

Prove that:

clay — rm•fHa

                                            Thomas
  Crich was a good man

see to smth — 3a60THTbcq o qeM-JI.

     he was very fond
  of his daughter.

attach — npucoeAHHflTb, npHBfl3bIBaTb

              Gerald
  had to change the methods of managing the

request — npocb6a

mines.
            He was a ruthless (6e3>KaJIOCTHbIiÍ)
  manager.
•       Gudrun was loved by the members of the Crich
  family.

Notes
love for his neighbour — 3ò. Ji1060Bb K
6JIHXHeMY
2
Gerald found
himself in charge of— Axepa-flbll OKa3aJIC¶ OTBeTCTBeHHb1M ga
3
Yinifred
readjusted herself a little. — BHHVt(þpeA B3rJ1flHyna Ha Hee IIpyrHMH
rJ1a3EIMH.
Activities
1.         Find in the text the
English equivalents to the following words and word-combinations.
EABa cyu-1ecTB0Ba-na, 6narOTBOPHTeJ1bHOCTb, 06MaHbiBaTb,
YMOJHTb, npocwrb (MWIOCTb1H}O), 6J1arococT0BHue, 6paTb
Ha ce651 OTBeTCTBeHHOCTb, nepeAaTb wro-J1., AOBePflTb,
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9. THE PROPOSAL
Birkin had been seeing a lot of Ursula. She was deeply
in love with him, and continually asked him to tell her he loved her. But he
wanted something more than that, some kind ofspiritual union that was beyond
love, and they always argued about it. Then he went away from her to the South
of France, but couldn't help thinking' of Ursula: how marvellously gentle and
sensitive she was. Why did he ever forget it?
One day he suddenly felt he must go to
her at once and ask her to marry him. They must form a communion, make a
permanent union. He set off at once for Beldover. Ursula's younger sister, Rosalind
answered the door, and then went to fetch her father. Birkin waited in the
hall, looking at some reproductions of Picasso, recently made by Gudrun.
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William Brangwen appeared, rolling down
his shirtsleeves. 'You must excuse me,' he said. 'I was doing a bit of work in
the garden. Come inside, please.'
Birkin entered and sat down. He
looked at the bright, red face of the other man, at the narrow forehead and
very bright eyes, at the sensitive lips under the black moustache. How curious
it was that this was Ursula's father! He didn't look like a parent — the spirit
had not come from him. But the spirit doesn't come from any ancestor, thought
Birkin, it comes out of the unknown. A child is the child of the mystery.
'I don't want
to interrupt you,' said he aloud. ' l called to see Ulsula. Is she at home?' 'I
don't believe she is. I think she's gone to the library. You wanted to speak to
her?'
'As a matter
of fact, I wanted to ask her to marry me.'
A point of light came into the
golden-brown eyes of the elder man. 'Oh,' he said, 'was she expecting you,
then?'

'No? I didn't know anything of the sort was being
planned.
'It's perhaps rather sudden, ' said
Birkin and then, thinking of his relationship with Ursula, he added, 'but I
don't know.
There was a moment's pause, after which
Brangwen said, 'Well let her do as she pleases2. '
'Oh yes,' said Birkin calmly.
A vibration came into Brangwen's
strong voice as he went on: 'Though I shouldn't want her to be in too much of a
hurry. It's no use regretting about it afterwards, when it's too late. '
'Oh, it's never too late as far as marriage is concerned3.'
How do you mean?'
If one regrets being married, it's
always possible to put an end to it,' said Birkin.
'You think so? Well, that may be your way
of looking at it. I suppose you know what sort of people we are, what sort of
upbringing she's had?'
'Do I know what sort of upbringing she's had?' Birkin
repeated aloud. He seemed to annoy Brangwen intentionally
'Well,' said the father, 'my children
have been brought up to think and behave according to the religion I was
brought in myself. And I don't want to see them going away from it.'
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'Why?' asked Birkin.
This short question seemed to explode
in Brangwen's brain like a shot. 'Why? Because I don't believe in your modern
and crazy ideas. Jumping in and out of marriage like a frog in ajar.
There was a complete silence because
ofthe utter failure of mutual understand1ng4 but at that moment they heard
Ursula coming in. Brangwen opened the door and called out to her. She appeared
in a moment wearing a bundle of books under her arm.
'Oh, how do you do!' she cried, seeing Birkin and taken
aback.
'Have I interrupted a conversation?'
'Mr Birkin came to speak to you, not to me, ' said her
father.
'Oh did he?' she said casually, as if
it did not concern her. 'Was it anything special?'
'I hope so,' said Birkin ironically.
'To propose to you, ' said her father.
'Oh,' said Ursula.
'Oh,' mocked her father, imitating her.
'Have you nothing more to say?'
'Did you really come to propose to me?'
she asked Birkin, as if it were a joke.
'Yes, I wanted you to agree to marry me. '
'Ah,' she said in an absent voice which maddened her
father.
'Well, what do you say?' he cried. 'Don't look like an
idiot.'
'You don't have to answer me now,' said
Birkin. 'You can say when you like.
Her eyes flashed. 'Why should I say
anything?' she cried. 'It has nothing to do with me. You both want to force me
into something.' 'A self-willed fool, that's what she is,' shouted her father.
Birkin rose saying: 'Think about it and
let me know when you wish. ' And he left without saying another word.
Ursula went upstairs, singing to herself,
but she was terribly shaken.
She did not see Birkin for some time.
She did not want to. She felt he still belonged in some way to Hermione, and
besides, she knew what Birkin meant when he asked her to marry him. She knew
what kind of surrender he wanted — a union of the souls. But she wanted love
and intimacy. She wanted to have him as her own; wanted him to love her with
complete self-abandonment and knew he would never abandon himself fully to her.
But she was prepared to fight for it.
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Vocabulary
communion — C006rueCTBO Jl}0Aeñ, HMe}01unx OAMHaKOBb1e y6exne-
forehead — 1105 spirit — ayun, AYXOBHoe HaqaJT0 ancestor —
npeA0K regret — COXa-neTb upbringing — BocnwraHMe annoy — pa3npaxaTb
intentionally — HapoqH0, HaMepeHH0 jar — 6aHk"a casually — He6pexH0, c
6e3paYIM¼Hb1M BHAOM mock — nepenpa3HHBaTb self-willed —
CBOeBOJ1bHb1ñ, ynpflMbIVl surrender — cnaqa, KarlHTYJIHUHq
self-abandonment — caM03a6BeHHe
Notes

couldn't help thinking — He Mor He AYMaTb
2
 as she pleases —       eti HpaBMTCH
3
as far as
marriage is concerned — wro Kacaemcq 6paKa
4
utter failure in
mutual understanding — r10JIHoe oercyrcTBHe B3aHMO-

Activities
1.        Find in the text the
antonyms to the following words and word-combinations.
To hate, material, rude, insensitive, to divorce, long
ago, temporary (BpeMeHHb1ñ), wide, descendent (HOTOMOK), to say to
oneself, success, old-fashioned, reasonable (pa3YMHb1Vi), resistance, a body.
Il.         Complete
the sentences according to the text.
1)
Birkin wanted some kind of
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2)
He thought that Ursula
3)
Birkin went to Ursula's house to
4) William Brangwen didn't want Ursula
5)
Ursula appeared with
6)
Seeing Birkin she was
7)
She spoke in an absent voice that
8)
Ursula didn't want to see Birkin because 9) She knew that by
marriage Birkin meant
10) She wanted
111.  Imagine
that you are:
Birkin. Explain why you decided to propose
to Ursula.

William Brangwen. Explain why you were not happy when you heard
of Birkin's intention to propose to Ursula.

Ursula. Explain why you didn't agree to Birkin's proposal.
10. A
TRIP OUT
Some time after, Birkin went to find
Ursula. It was the halfday at the Grammar School and he arrived at the end of
the lesson to invite her for a drrve out with him. She said yes, but her face
was closed and cold, and his heart sank.
The afternoon was fine. He drove the
motorcar with her beside him. He suddenly swung the car out of the way of a
farm cart. He was a careless driver, yet very quick. Ursula was frightened.
'Isn't it rather dangerous, the way you drive?' she asked.
'No, it isn't dangerous. Don't you like being out in the
car?'
'Yes, but I don't know why you invited
me. You should have asked Hermione! You belong to her.' But she soon felt sorry.
'I'm glad you invited me, ' she said, putting her hand gently on his arm.
He smiled slightly. He wanted her, but
he was a little angry. He knew she felt passion for him, but she was still at
the emotional personal level
'Won't it be lovely to go home in the
dark?' she said. 'We could have tea rather late.'
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'I promised to be at Shortlands for dinner,' he said.
Does it matter? You can go tomorrow. '
'Hermione is there,'
he said hesitatingly. 'She's going away in two days and I ought to say goodbye.
I shall never see her again.
Ursula pulled away in angry silence.
'You don't mind, do you?' he asked irritably.
'No, I don't care. Why should I? Go where you belong. '
But it's finished between Hermione and
me!' he cried. 'I only wanted to say goodbye to her.
'Go to her! I'm not spiritual
enough for you!' She was blazing with fury. I 'Spiritual? I tell you she's
dirt. It's dirt you want. Where is her spirituality? She just wants the
illusion that she is a great woman. But in her soul she's din, and you love
it!'
She turned away from him. He stopped the
car and they sat there, in the middle of the country road.
'Ifyou weren't a fool,' he cried in
despair, 'you'd see that one must be decent, even when one has been wrong. I
was wrong to go on those years with Hermione. But after all, one can have a
little human decency. But no, you would tear my soul with your jealousy at the
very mention2 of Hermione's name.
'Jealous! You are mistaken ifyou think
that. I'm not jealous in the least of Hermione, she is nothing to me.'
And in the stress of her violent emotion
she got down from the car.
'Leave me here,' she said. 'I won't go any farther with
you.
'You don't even know where we are.'
'It doesn't matter. I've got enough
money to get me home,' she replied and she walked away down the road. He sat
watching her, filled with anxiety. He badly wanted her to come back.
After a while she did turn, and began to
drift slowly towards him. She came up and stood before him.
Look, I've brought you a flower,' she
said, offering it to him.
He smiled, taking it. Everything
had become simple again. A hot passion of tenderness for her filled his heart.
He got down and looked into her face. It was so delicate and luminous in its
wonder and fear. He put his arms around her and she hid her face on his
shoulder. Then she looked up at him. The wonderful yellow light in her eyes was
soft now. He kissed her softly many times and she smiled.
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'Did I offend you?' she asked.
He smiled too. 'Never mind.3'
She laughed and flung her arms around
him. 'You are mine, aren't you, my love?' she cried.
'Yes, ' he said softly.
'And do you love me?'
'Yes,' he said again and she knew it was true.
The dusk had begun to fa115 and they
drove on to an inn and had tea beside the fire. Afterwards he stood on the
carpet, looking at her golden beauty. Kneeling before him, she put her arms
around him and put her face against his thighs. ' the love each other,' she
said in delight.
'More than that,' he answered.
Her face was now lit with golden light,
as she looked up at him and laid her hands full on his thighs.
            'My
love,' she said.
' My love, ' he answered, bending and
kissing her. 'MC shall never go apart again,' he murmured quietly. She did not
answer, but only pressed her hands down more firmly.
Then they threw off their clothes and he
pulled her to him. His fingers upon her naked body were the fingers ofsilence
upon silence. She had had lovers, she had known passion, but this was neither
love, nor passion. It was a kind of release.
Vocabulary
swing (swung, swung) — Kpyro BblBepHYTb cart — TeneXKa
irritably — pa3npaxeHH0 despair — OTqaHHne decent — flPMJIHYHb1M, nopAA0HHblM
decency — rtopqaot4HocTb jealousy — PeBHOCTb, 30HCTb delicate — HeXHb1ä,
yr0HqeHHbI)i inn — TpaKTHP, TOCTHHHUa kneel — orrycKaTb,cq Ha KOJreHH thighs —
6eApa bend — HaKJIOHflTbcq release — OCB060X11eHHe, H36aBJ1eHHe
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Notes
She was blazing with fury. — OHa KHrreyra 0T FHeBa.
2
at the very
mention — npø OAHOM Y110MMHaHMM
3
Never mind. —
Huqero (HeBUKH0)
4
The dusk had
begun to fall — Ha'la.no CMePKaTbcq
Activities
I. Fill in the blanks with the words
and word-combinations from the box in the proper form.

careless offend
promise kneel irritate
bend
despair pull decent release

I) The young
manbefore the girl and proposed to her.
2)
She failed at the
exams to the University and was in

3)
The scholarships to the students are very low but the governmentto
raise them.
4)
There were notices on the doors: 'push' and
5)
Being aman he married the woman who was expecting his
baby.
6)
He often people by mocking at them.
7)
We hoped for his from prison in the near future.
8)
I never watch humorous shows. They me.
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9)
My son is a driver and am always afraid for him.
10)
'Why are you crying?' asked a man little girl.
Il. Answer the questions to the text.
I) Where
did Birkin invite Ursula?
2)
Was Birkin a careful or a careless driver?
3)
Why did Birkin have to go to see Hermione?
4)
Why was Ursula so
angry with Birkin?
5)
What did Birkin feel towards Ursula?
6)
Where did Birkin and Ursula have tea?
7)
They became lovers, didn't they?
8)
What did Ursula feel after they had made love?
111.    Act
out the dialogues between Ursula and Birking:
•    about Hermione.   about jealousy.      about
love.
11. DEATH AND
LOVE
Thomas Crich died slowly, terribly slowly. It seemed
impossible to everyone that the thread of life could be so thin, and yet not
break. But his will was unbroken. For Gerald, who went to see his father every
morning, it was a fearful experience. He was horrified by the dark burning
eyes, which stared at him out of the living corpse. In his distress, he turned
to Gudrun. Now he only wanted to set a relationship with her. He went with her
to the studio to talk to her, to be near her. She felt him following at her
heels like a doom.l She held away from him, but she knew he always drew a
little nearer.
One evening, when she had stayed to
dinner, he offered to walk her home. As they went out into the night he slipped
his arm around
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her waist and drew her to him. Her heart began to beat
violently: his arm was so strong and powerful
'That's better,' he said. The triumph in
Ills voice was like a sweet, poisonous drug to her. Did she mean so much to
him?
She nestled against him. 'Are you happier now?' she asked.
'Much better,' he answered. They
walked on and he seemed to lift her from the ground.
'But how much do you care for me?' came her almost trembling
voice. 'You see, I don't know.
'How much! I don 't know either — I
care everything for you. He was amazed by his own declaration, but
it was true. He cared everything for her.
Under the bridge he stopped and lifted
her up to kiss her. He crushed her upon his breast. She was breathless and
dazed. It was terrible and wonderful, and she felt she would die under the
inhuman strength of his arms. Under this bridge the miners would stand,
pressing their sweethearts to their breasts and kissing them. And now the
master ofthem all pressed her to himself. Ah, but were their kisses as fine and
powerful as the kisses of their master?
'You are so beautiful!' she murmured,
and he pulled her closer to him.
They got near her home and parted. He
went home full of the strength and the power of desire. But the next day she
did not come. She sent a note saying that she had a cold. He tried to be
patient, and wrote back saying how sorry he was he could not see her.
That day he did not even leave the
house. It was obvious that his father would not last the week. He sat for a
long while in the chair beside the window in his father's room. Sometimes his
father would lift his grey face and try to speak. Then suddenly Gerald heard a
strange noise. Turning round, he saw his father's eyes wide open, rolling in
inhuman frenzy. He started to his feet and stood staring in horror.
'Wha-a-ah!' came a choking sound from
his father's throat, and came the dark blood. The tensed body relaxed and the
head fell down onto the pillow.
Left alone, Gerald could not bear it.
One day passed by and another. And all the time he was like a man hung in
chains over the edge of an abyss. As the evening of the third day came on, his
heart rang with fear. He could not bear another night. He was deeply and coldly
frightened in his soul. He did not believe in his own strength
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any more. He needed to find reinforcement. After
dinner he pulled on his boots, put on his coat and set out to walk in the
night. It was dark and misty. was he going? It didn't matter. He stumbled
through the woods and fields, until he suddenly found himself in the lamplit
streets of Beldover. He went on until he reached the Brangwens' house. He
slowed down as he neared his goal. What ifthe house were closed in darkness?
But it was not. He saw a big lighted window.
Gerald went quickly into the house.
He looked into the hall. There were pictures on the walls and the
stairs were going up to the bedrooms. He peered into a half-open door near the
stairs. It was the dining room. In a chair by the fire, the father sat asleep,
his mouth a little open. It would take the smallest sound to wake him.
Gerald stood quietly for a moment,
and then quickly went upstairs. He came to the first landing. There he stood,
scarcely breathing. A door was open. That must be the mother's room. He could
hear her moving about in the candlelight. All through the house he went, like a
wolf in the dark, opening all the doors and peering into the rooms until at
last he found Gudrun's.
Softly he went in. The door made a little
creaking noise. 'Is it you, Ursula?' came Gudrun's frightened voice. He heard
her sitting up in bed. In another moment she screamed.
'No, it's me,' he said, feeling his way
towards her. 'It is I, Gerald.
'Gerald!' she echoed in
amazement. Then hurriedly she lit a candle. She looked at him as he stood by
the bed. His face was strange and luminous. She saw that his boots were full of
mud, and wondered if he had made footprints all the way up.
'Why have you come?' she asked.
'I wanted to,' he replied.
And this she could see from his face. It was fate.
'What do you want of me?' she asked in a cold voice.
He pulled off his cap with a
dreamlike movement and went across to her. ' I came because I had to,' he said.
'Why do you ask?' She looked at him in doubt and wonder as he pulled off his
boots and coat. 'It has to be so,' he said. 'If you weren't in the world, I
wouldn't be here either.' She let him hold her in his arms, close to him. He
found a wonderful relief in her. It was a miracle. He felt himself dissolving
in her warmth and softness. His limbs were growing fuller and stronger again.
He buried his small, hard head between her breasts,
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and she, with trembling hands, pressed his head against
her. As he came into her, he was endlessly grateful to her, as to God.
Afterwards he fell asleep in complete
exhaustion and restoration. But Gudrun lay wide awake2. She wanted to look at
him, as he lay in her arms, but she dared not move, in case she disturbed his
sleep. The hours passed, then at last the church clock struck five. She raised
herself, leaned over him tenderly and kissed him. His eyes opened.
'You must go, my love,' she whispered. 'It's late.
'What time is it?'
'Past five o'clock.' He held her closer
to him. 'I'm afraid if you stay any longer. You really must go. My parents may
see you.'
 He got up and dressed himself quickly,
feeling a little foolish, yet happy. She flung on her dressing-gown and they
went downstairs quickly. At the gate he kissed her and walked away into the
dawn. Noiselessly, she hurried back to bed, relieved to be safely in her room.
She nestled down in the hollow his warm body had left and went quickly to
sleep.
Vocabulary
thread — HHTb corpse — distress— rope poisonous —
BAOBUTb1ÿÍ sweetheart — MMJ1aq, JlK)6HMaq murmur — 60PMOThTb last —
WIHTbCH, TAHYTbcq
frenzy —
JIMxopaAKa, 6e3YMHe abyss — nponacTb reinforcement — fl0AKperwueHHe cm,
3ò. onopa mist — TYMaH stumble —           CllOTbIKaACb peer —
3aFJ1ffl1b1BaTb
landing — necTHHHHaq KneTKa fate —
cyAb6a dissolve — pacTBOPflTbcq limbs — KOHeHHOCTH hollow
— Bliam,1Ha
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Notes
She felt him
following at her heels like a doom. — OHa qYBcTB0Bana,
'-ITO OH cneJ1yeT 3a Heñ no 11HTaM, CJIOBHO POK.
2 lay wide awake — nexa-ua 6e3 CHa
Activities
1.        Complete the sentences
using the words from the box in the proper form.

last poisonous disturb landing threads part corpse
abyss limbs distress

l) After his long illness he looked like a 2) Be
careful: these mushrooms may be
3)
Their friends were surprised that after twenty years of marriage
they
4)
— How long will the film
— I think about two hours.
5)
There was nobody to whom she could turn in her

6)
To make embroidery one needs coloured
7) They are
our neighbours: we live on the same

8)
He went to bed and put a notice on the door of the hotel room:
'Please, don't
9)
A normal man has four
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10)
The driver swung
the car and stopped it on the very edge of an

Il.     Imagine
that you are:
I) Gerald.
Say:
•
what you wanted in your distress.
•
what Gudrun meant to you.
•
how you felt
after kissing Gudrun.
•
why you couldn't bear another night without Gud-
run.
•
whether Gudrun's parents were at home.
•
when you left Gudrun's home. 2) Gudrun. Say:
•
whether you often saw Gerald.  whether you were sure
of his love.
•
what you felt when Gerald kissed you under the bridge.
•
why you tried to hold him off.
•
why you wanted Gerald to leave your house early in the morning.
•
what you did when you returned to your room.
111.     Make
up questions to Gerald and Gudrun (see exercise Il).
12. LEAVING HOME
One evening Ursula returned home very
bright-eyed and announced to the family, 'Rupert and I are going to be married
tomorrow.
Her father turned round quickly. 'You what?' he said.
'Tomorrow!' echoed Gudrun.
'Indeed!' said her mother.
But Ursula only smiled happily and didn't answer.
'Married tomorrow!' exclaimed the
father. 'What are you talking about?'
'Yes,' said Ursula. 'Why not?' Those
two words from her always drove him mad. 'You knew we were going to get
married.
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'We knew! Why does anybody know anything
about you, you secretive bitch!'
'Father!' cried Gudrun, flushing deeply.
Then in a cold but gentle voice she addressed to Ursula: 'But isn't it awfully
sudden?'
 'No, not really, '
said Ursula with the same maddening cheerfulness. 'He's been wanting me to
agree for weeks, only I wasn't ready myself.'
I wasn't ready
myselfl" ' her father mimicked her offensively.
Ursula drew herself upl angrily. 'What
does it matter to you? You never cared for my happiness. You only wanted to
bully me!'
Her
father moved nearer to her, tense as a cat ready to spring. 'It doesn't matter
to me what becomes of you?' he cried in a strange voice.
'No, you only want to...
'What?' he roared threateningly.
'Bully me,' she muttered, and as her lips
were moving, his hand slapped her cheek.
'Father!' cried Gudrun in a high
voice. 'It is impossible!' He stood unmoving. Ursula recovered and lifted her
face defiantly with tears shining in her eyes.
'It's true,' she cried. 'What has your
love ever meant except bullying and denial?' Father was advancing again, with a
face as black as thunder, but swift as lightning Ursula flashed out of the
door, and they heard her running upstairs. He stood for a moment like a
defeated animal, and then went back to his chair. After a few minutes Ursula
reappeared in her hat and coat with a small case in her hand: 'Goodbye!' she
said. 'I'm leaving.' And in the next instant the door was closed and they heard
her quick, light footsteps going down the path.
Ursula went straight to the station. As
she walked through the darkness, she began to cry bitterly, like a
broken-hearted child. When she arrived at Birkin's, she slipped past his
landlady into his study.
'Hello!' he exclaimed in
surprise, seeing her standing there with a case in her hand and the marks of
tears on her face. 'Come in. ' He took the bag from her hand and they went into
the study. There, immediately, her lips began to tremble like those of a child,
and the tears came rushing up. He held her in his arms and kissed her hair as she
sobbed violently on his shoulder.
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They were married the next day and she
wrote to her father and mother to tell them. Only her mother replied. She did
not go back to the school. She stayed with Birkin in his rooms, not seeing
anyone but Gudrun and Gerald.
One afternoon Gerald sat talking to her
in the warm study in Birkin's flat. Rupert had not yet come home. 'Are you
happy?' Gerald asked her with a smile.
'Oh very happy!' she answered.
'Yes, one can see it.'
She was pleased: 'Can one? Why don't you be happy as well?
You could be, just the same2.'
'With
Gudrun? Do you think she would have me?'
'Oh, I'm sure!' she
cried. 'Though of course Gudrun isn't so very simple.
'I was going to ask her to go away
with me at Christmas,' he said cautiously.
'Go away with you?'
'Yes, go abroad for a few days or for a
fortnight. I say3, do you think we might all go together?'
'All of us?' again Ursula's face lit
up. 'Oh it would be fun, don't you think? And then you could both see.'
'What?'
'How things will go. I think it's often
best to take the honeymoon before the wedding.' And she laughed.
Vocabulary
announce — 06b¶BJHTb indeed! — Heyxenn? HY H HY! bitch — c•repBa bully — 3anyrHBaTb,
aaBVITb, PP03HTb spring (sprang, sprung) — BCKO'1HTb roar — peBeTb slap —
YAapHTb, LlaTb rmueqvmy recover — npHATH B ce6H denial — 3ð. OTKa3 B
qeM-J1. swift — 6b[CTPb1ñ defeated — 36). n06MTb1iá
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landlady — KBaPTHPHaq x03B1äKa cautiously — oc-ropoxH0
Notes
Ursula drew
herself up — Ypcyna Bbff1PHMHJ1aCb just the same — TOYHO TaK xe I say —
110CJIY111aM(Te)
Activities
I.         Find in the text the
synonyms to the following words and word-combinations.
To declare, really!, to get red, joyfulness, to trouble
about smith. , tojump up, I don't care, to shout, to stand still. refusal,
quick, moment, at once, to answer, to return, to be glad, also, look here
(nocnyunVI), two weeks.
11.         Find
in the text the words and sentences proving that:
1)
Ursula was happy when she announced about her marriage.
2)
her father was angry when he heard the news.
3)
Ursula was offended by her father's reaction to the news of her
marriage.
4)
she wanted Gudrun and Gerald to get married.
111.    Make up a summary
of the chapter (5—6 sentences).

13. ON THE CONTINENT
It was decided that they should go to
Innsbruck. The two couples travelled separately and met up at the hotel. When
Birkin and Ursula arrived, they were exhausted after their longjourney, but Innsbruck
was so wonderful, deep in snow and darkness, that they soon revived. The hotel,
with the golden light shining in the doorway, seemed like home. They laughed
with pleasure when they were in the hall. The place seemed full and busy.
Ursula caught sight of Gudrun coming
slowly down the stairs in her fur coat. 'Gudrun, Gudrun!' she called waving.
Gudrun's eyes flashed with
pleasure as she saw her sister. 'Ursula!' she cried, coming quickly to meet
her. 'Isn't it wonderful here?
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We thought you were coming tomorrow. I wanted to be at the station to
meet you. '
When Gerald arrived, the sisters
sent the two men offto smoke and then went to Gudrun's room to talk about their
travels and impressions. At dinner Gudrun was really brilliantly beautiful, and
everybody noticed her. Gerald was glowingly handsome. The two of them seemed to
cast a spelll over the whole dining-room.
The next day they travelled to a
small place the end of the tiny valley railway. They were in the heart of the
mountains. There was snow everywhere, strangely radiant and silent.
 'Ah,' said Gerald, sniffing the air.
'This is perfect. There's our sledge. But we'll walk a bit first.'
 Gudrun dropped her
heavy coat on the sledge as he dropped his, and they set off. Suddenly she set
off running up the road. Her blue, bright dress fluttered in the wind and her
thick, red stockings were brilliant above the whiteness of the snow. Gerald
watched her fora moment: she seemed to be rushing towards her fate, leaving him
behind. He let her get some distance, then ran after her.
Birkin and Ursula were also running
along over the snow. Ursula was excited and happy, but she kept turning
suddenly to catch hold of Birkin's arm, to be aware of his presence. 'This is
something I never expected,' she said. 'It's a different world here.' They were
overtaken by the sledge that came tinkling through the silence. They jumped in
and after another mile they caught up with Gerald and Gudrun.
On and on through the dazzling
mountains they drove until they came at last to a little high land of snow. In
the middle stood a lonely building with brown wooden walls
and a white heavy roof. It stood like a rock that had rolled down from the
mountain. People came to the door laughing and excited. Boots rang on the
snow-wet floor of the hotel as they went into the
warm interior.
Gudrun and Gerald followed the
serving woman to their bedroom. In a mornent they found themselves alone in a
bare, small room, all of golden-coloured wood. On both sides of the door were
two beds covered with enormous blue-checked feather quilts2. They looked at
each other and laughed
' It isn't too rough, is it?' Gerald asked smiling.
The bedroom wasn 't very warm and Gudrun
shivered slightly, but she said: 'It's wonderful, like being inside a nut. '
Then she went
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and stood before the window. 'Oh, look at this!' she
cried. Blue evening had fallen over the huge mountain landscape and it filled
Gudrun with a strange delight. Gerald went over to her and stood looking over
her shoulder. Already he felt he was alone. She was gone from him.
'Do you like it?' he asked in a cold
voice. At least she might be aware that he was with her. But she only turned
away and he knew that there were tears in her eyes. Tears of a strange religion
that excluded him from her life. He put his hand under her chin and lifted up
her face to him. Her dark blue eyes, in their wetness of tears, looked at him
in sudden fear. Then the passion came up in him, wave after wave. He took her
up in his arms, crushing her body against his. She moved convulsively, as if to
push him away. His heart became a flame of ice and he squeezed her with steel
hands. He would rather destroy her than be denied. But then she relaxed and lay
quietly under him. And to him she was so sweet that he would have given
anything not to miss that moment with her.
'I shall always love you,' he said,
lookmg at her. But she did not hear. She lay looking at him as something she
could never understand. He kissed her again, standing up. 'Shall we go down for
some coffee and biscuits?
'Yes,'
she said briefly and got up slowly. They got dressed and went downstairs with a
strange other-world look on their faces. They saw Birkin and Ursula sitting at
the long table in the corner, waiting for them.
'How good and simple they look
together,' Gudrun thought enviously.
The coffee came hot and good with a
whole ring of cake. There were other people in the place, ten altogether: two
artists, three students, a man and his wife and a professor with his two
daughters — all Germans. When they had finished their coffee, they went to a
salon. The room had wood panels, like the rest of the house. There was a piano,
sofas, chairs and a couple of tables with books and magazines. One of the
company, Herr Loerke, was giving a recital-3 of German poetry. He was a little
man, with a boyish figure, a round head and quick eyes, like a mouse's. When
the company was settled, he went on. Gudrun could not understand a word, but
she was fascinated watching him. He must be an artist. No one else could have
such a fine flexible voice.
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Later Ursula was asked to sing. She had a
beautiful voice and this evening she was at her best4. The Germans praised her
in soft, reverent voices and she felt Birkin looking at her as if he were
jealous of her. She was as happy as the sun that has just appeared above the
clouds. Then there was dancing. Gerald led, dancing with first one and then
with the other of the professor's daughters. Gudrun wanted to dance with
Loerke. She waited for him to come up, but a kind of shyness kept him away. Meanwhile
she watched Gerald and suddenly thought: 'He would like to have all the women
he can — it is his nature: he is naturally promiscuous.' And in her heart she
resolved to fight him. One of them must triumph over the other.
That night before they went to bed and
as she sat brushing her hair, he asked her: 'Who do you like best downstairs?'
' I don't know. I don't know enough about
them yet to say. Who do you like best?'
'Oh, I don't care. It doesn't matter about me. I wanted to
know about you.
'Well, I can't tell you yet.' She felt
he was dominating her. 'What a fine game you played with the professor's
daughter, didn't
'What game?'
'With the younger one. Isn't she in love
with you? She thinks you're wonderful. Isn't it funny?'
'Funny?
What's funny?' he asked.
'To see you working on her. Poor girl!'
While he slept, Gudrun lay and
watched him. She was suddenly overcome by a sincere love for him. Till now she
had been afraid of him. What a fine, independent will he had. He was beautiful.
'Gerald, my young hero,' she thought to herself. 'There are perfect moments,
Wake up and convince me of the perfect moments.' He opened his eyes and looked
at her. She smiled at him and he smiled back. That filled her with an
extraordinary delight.
'You've done it,' she said.
'Done what?' he asked, dazed.
'Convinced me. ' And she bent down,
kissing him passionately. He did not ask her what he had convinced her of,
though he was glad she was kissing him and he wanted that most of all.
The next days passed in an ecstasy of
physical movement: skiing, skating, moving with intense speed and white light.
Gerald's
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eyes became hard and strange, and as he
went by on his skis, he was more like some powerful, fatal symbol than a man.
Luckily there came a day of snow, when
they all had to stay indoors. Otherwise, Birkin said, they would all change
into strange snow creatures. In the afternoon Ursula sat in the salon, talking
to Loerke. He was lively and full of good humour as usual. Gudrun walked in.
She too wanted to talk to Loerke. He was a sculptor and she wanted to hear his
ideas about art. And his figure attracted her. He had a look of a little
homeless child with such wise old man's eyes. He intrigued her.
'Isn't it interesting, Prune,' said
Ursula turning to Gudrun. 'Herr Loerke is doing a great frieze for a factory in
Colognes ' 'In what?' asked Gudrun.
'In granite, ' came
the reply. And there immediately followed a series of questions and answers
between them. Gudrun was very much impressed. She was looking at him with
large, serious eyes. Loerke wanted to talk to her, and so they sat and he told
her all about his life. He seemed too young to have had all the experiences he
talked of.
'How old are you?' she asked him.
'How old are you?' he replied without answering.
'I'm twenty-six,' she answered.
'And your husband, how old is he?' 'Who?' asked
Gudrun.
'Your husband,' said Ursula with a certain irony.
'He is thirty-one,'
Gudrun replied. Loerke looked at her with his clever, piercing eyes.
Both the sisters liked Loerke. There was something about him
that made him fascinating. Both Birkin and Gerald disliked him.
'What do the women find so impressive in that little man?'
Gerald asked.
'God alone knows,'
answered Birkin. 'All women seem to rush towards these weak beings. He's so
repulsive that fascinates them.
The days passed, with Gudrun and Loerke
always talking about art and sculpture, and Gerald angrily mocking. Ursula
began to find the situation oppressive. She couldn't even stand the snow any
more. Its dazzling whiteness seemed to hurt her. She wanted the rich
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earth and colours again. So she and Birkin decided to go to
Verona. He too was glad to leave. When they told Gerald and Gudrun they could
feel that they were relieved by their going. It was time to be apart for a
while.
The next day Gerald and Birkin walked a
little on the road ahead of the sledge, waiting for it to overtake them. 'How
much longer will you stay here?' asked Birkin.
'Oh, I don't know,' Gerald answered.
'Until we get tired of it.'
'You're not afraid of the snow melting first?' asked
Birkin.
Gerald laughed. 'Does it melt?' he said.
'Things are all right with you then?'
Gerald half closed his eyes. ' I don't
really know what those words mean. All right and all wrong. Don't they mean
almost the same thing somewhere? Gudrun destroys my soul and leaves me
sightless. Yet I want to be sightless, I want to be destroyed. I don't want it
any different. Of course, I wouldn't agree not to have had this experience!
She's a wonderful woman. But how I hate her sometimes"
'Then why
do you go on?'
'Oh, it's not finished yet.'
The sledge came with Ursula and Gudrun. Gudrun got down and Birkin took
her place. They all made their farewell. Then the sledge drove away leaving
Gudrun and Gerald behind on the snow, waving. Something froze Birkin's heart,
seeing them standing there in the isolation of the snow, growing smaller and
smaller.
Vocabulary
revive — OXMBMTb busy — 3ð. OXHBJ1eHHblVi, 3anOJIHeHHbIii
J'110J1bMH flutter — TpeneraTb, overtake — 06TOHflTb tinkle —
r103BflKHBaTb rough — XecTKHM nut — opex landscape — neiá3ax,
naHAILtadyr
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exclude — HCKJIEOqaTb squeeze —
CXHMaTb be denied — 6b1Tb 0TBeprHyrb1M flexible — rw6KMä, 3ò. c
MOAYJIHUH%MH reverent — [IOYTHTeJ1bHb1V1, 6naror0BeñHb1Vf
promiscuous — Hepa360pLlHBbIÏ•f
B CBH3HX convince — y6exnaTb frieze — (bPH3, pejIbe(þHaH
"KYJ1bflTypa piercing — rlPOHHUaTeJ1bHb1Vf repulsive — OTTUIK'HBa10UIHVf
stand — TepneTb
Notes
              to cast a spell — OqaPOBblBaTb,
OKOJIAOBb1BaTb
2
blue-checked
feather quilts — roJ1y6b1e K.neryarble IIYXOBb1e onema
3
was giving a
recital — nevuuaMHPOBaJ1
4
she was at her
best — OHa 6bIJ1a B yaape
5 Cologne — KeJ1bH (eopoà)
Activities
I.         Fill in the blanks with
the words and words-combinations from the box.

busy
checked exclude landscape sniff convince stand smb, smth be denied catch up
promiscuous

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ing there were some drugs in them.
2)
Clowns usually weartrousers and big red noses.

3)
Nobody could a young man that his favourite music was bad.

4)
She had missed many classes and it was difficult for her with her
group.
5)
 We live in a very street and it is
usually awfully noisy outside.
6)
Let's go out of the room: I can'tthe smell of tobacco.
7)
Beingin the choice of sexual partners one may catch AIDS
(cm-IA).
8)
We couldn't tear
ourselves (OTOPBaTbCfl) from the outside the window of the train.

9)
A young man who by his girlfriend wanted to commit
suicide.
10)     People
who want to lose weight must from their diet bread, cakes and fat meat.
11.     Say whether these statements
are true or false. Correct them if they are false.
I) The two couples travelled to Innsbruck together.
2) There were few people in Innsbruck.
3)
They stayed in a hotel high in the mountains.
4)
Gerald felt lonely because Gudrun had left him.
5)
Ursula was giving
a recital.
6)
Gudrun didn't mind Gerald dancing with the professor's daughter.
7)
The young people stayed indoors most of the time.
8)
Gudrun discussed poetry with Herr Loerke.
9)
Ursula wanted to leave Innsbruck because she had things to do at
home.
10)      Gerald
loved Gudrun but sometimes he hated her.
111.    Ask
each other questions to the text.

l)
  A dogthe bags and began to bark show-

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14. SNOWED UP
When Ursula and Birkin were gone, Gudrun
felt herself free in her contest with Gerald. As they grew more and more used
to each other, he dropped all respect for her privacy. Already conflicts had
begun between them which frightened them both. One evening, Gudrun went and sat
alone in her room, looking out of the window. Soon Gerald came in. She knew it
would not be long before he did.
'Why are you sitting here alone in the
dark?' he asked. She could hear the resentment in his voice. She remained
silent, but slowly put out her hand and touched his knee.
'How much do you love me?' she asked.
'How much
do you think I do?'
I don't know, but I think very little
indeed.'
His heart went icy at the sound of her
voice. 'Why don't I love you?' he asked, as if admitting the truth of the
accusation.
'I have no idea — I've been good to you.
You were in a terrible state when you came to me. I had to take pity on you,
but it was never love. '
'Why must you keep repeating that there
is no love?' he asked in a voice full of rage.
You know you have never loved me, don't
you?' she went on, almost mocking.
            'No,'
he said, suddenly sincerely.
'And you never will love me, will you?' she said finally.

'No,' he said.
'But,' she replied, 'what have you got against me?'
He was silent in cold, frightened rage
and despair. 'If only I could kill her,' his heart was whispering repeatedly.
'I should be free.'
'Why do you
torture me?' he said.
She threw her arms around his neck. 'Ah,
I don't want to torture you,' she cried in a pitying voice. But her pity was as
cold as stone. It was only her voice which comforted him. 'Try to love me a
little more and want me a little less, ' she went on.
'You mean you don't want me?' he said.
'You are so insistent. You leave me no
space for myself. Don't you think I could have a room of my own now, when
Ursula has gone?'
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'Do as you like. You can go altogether if you want.'
'Yes, I
know that,' she replied. 'So can you.'
Suddenly a great dark tiredness
came over him. He dropped his clothes on the floor and climbed into bed. He
felt he was lying upon a black sea. Gudrun slipped in beside him and put her
arms around him. She pressed her cheek against his hard shoulder.
'Gerald,' she whispered. 'Gerald.' There was no change in
him. 'Gerald,' she whispered again, kissing his ear. Her warm breath on his
face seemed to relax the tension. The hot blood began to flow again through his
veins. 'Turn round to me,' she insisted.
So at last he turned and gathered
her in his arms. And, feeling her so wonderfully soft against him he crushed
her to him, and she couldn't resist him. His passion was awful
to her, like a destruction. She felt it would kill her. She was being killed.
'Shall I die? Shall I die?' she repeated to herself. And there was no answer to
the question.
In the end,' she said to herself, 'I shall
go away from him.'
I can be free of her,' he said to himself.
But for the first time his will wasn't strong enough. He did not
know where to go.
In the evening they climbed
together up the high slope to see the sunset. In the sharp, cold wind they
stood and watched the yellow sun turn deep pink and disappear. To her it was so
beautiful. She seemed to lose herself in the glowing rose colour. Gerald saw it
was beautiful, but felt nothing. He wished the mountains were grey and ugly, so
that she would not get her support from them. Why did she leave him standing
there, with the icy wind blowing through his heart, like death?
'What does the sunset matter?' he said.
'Why is it so important to you?'
'Go away,' she cried, 'and leave me
to it. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. Why do you
have to destroy it for me?'
'One day,' he said softly, 'I shall
destroy you as you stand looking at the sunset, because you are such a liar.'
She was frightened, but arrogant. 'Ha,'
she said. 'I'm not afraid of your threats. '
'In the end,' he said to himself, 'I'll
kill her.' And he trembled with excitement.
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She had a curious sort of friendship with
Loerke. Gerald knew of it, but took no notice, although her soft kindness to
the other man, whom he hated as a poisonous insect,
made him shiver. One evening Gerald was arguing with Loerke
about Italy and Tripoli. They were both excited, as if it were a contest of
spirit between the two men. At last Loerke turned to Gudrun
and said: 'You see, my dear Fraul Crich.
'Please don't call me Frau Crich,' cried
Gudrun, her cheeks burning. The name, in Loerke's mouth
particularly, was an intolerable humiliation.
The two men looked at each other in
amazement. Gerald's cheeks went white.
'What shall I say then?' asked Loefke, softly mocking.
'Fräulein?'
I am not married,'
said Gudrun in German. Her heart was fluttering like a wounded bird. Gerald sat
straight, perfectly still. His face was pale and calm, like the face of a
statue. Then suddenly he rose and started a conversation with the professor.
Gudrun watched him, troubled. He did not seem angry or disgusted, only
curiously innocent and pure, and really beautiful. That night she went to his
room, hotly and violently in love with him. He was so beautiful and
inaccessible. He kissed her, he was a lover to her, and she had extreme pleasure
in him, But he remained remote and closed. He was overcome with hatred for
Loerke.
'Why are you so interested in that
little snake?' he asked her.
She looked at him with black fury. 'I
don't want to discuss it with you.'
'It doesn't matter
whether you want or not,' he replied. 'I just want to know what it is In him. I
want to know why you're so ready to fall down and kiss the feet of that little
insect.
' It's because he has some
understanding of a woman, because he's not stupid like you, That's why it is.'
A sinister, animal-like smile came over
Gerald's face. ' l shall go away tomorrow,' he said.
She turned on him. 'Remember,' she
said, ' I am completely independent of you — completely. 'You mean we are
strangers from this minute?'
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She flushed. ' can never be strangers,
but ifyou want to make any movement apart from me, then you are free to do so.'
The next day Loerke, who had never yet
spoken to her personally, began to ask her of her state.
'So you're not married at all, are you?' 'Not in the
least,' she replied.
Loerke laughed. 'Good,' he said. 'Is Mrs Birkin your
sister?'
'Yes, and she is married.' Then she told
him briefly of her position. He watched her closely, curiously all the while.
'How long has your friendship with Herr Crich lasted?'
'Some months. '
I am surprised. I thought the English were
so... cold. And what do you think you will do when you leave here?'
I don't know. '
'You can't go back to teaching. Leave
that to those who can do nothing else. You — you are a remarkable woman. Why
deny it? You are an extraordinary woman. Why should you follow the ordinary
course of life?'
Gudrun sat looking at her hands,
flushed. She was pleased that he said so simply, that she was a remarkable
woman. He would not say it unless he believed it.
It was decided that they would leave in
two days. Whether she would go back to England with Gerald or not, Gudrun was
still not sure. The day before the departure Gerald went out skiing as usual,
and Gudrun went out in a little toboggan with Loerke. Loerke did not take the
tobogganing very seriously. He put no fire and intensity into it, as Gerald
did, which pleased Gudrun. They drove through the white world until the sun
went down and then Loerke suddenly produced a large thermos flask, a packet of
biscuits and a bottle of Schnapps.
'Oh, Loerke,' she cried, sniffing the
bottle. 'Can you smell raspberry? Isn't it wonderful!' She sipped the hot
coffee, whose fragrance rose around them in the snowy air, and drank tiny sips
of the fiery Schnapps. How good everything was. How perfect everything tasted
and smelled and sounded, here in the utter stillness of snow and falling
twilight.
Suddenly they were aware of a vague, white figure near them.
It was Gerald. Gudrun's heart leapt in terror.
'Santa Maria! You come like a ghost,' exclaimed Loerke.
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Gerald did not answer. To him the
smallish, odd figure of the German was repulsive, and he wanted it to be
removed.
'There is still some Schnapps,' said Loerke and, leaning to
Gudrun, he said. 'Fräulein, would you.
There was a crack, the bottle was flying.2 Loerke looked at
Gerald, a mocking smile on his face. 'Well done, ' he said sarcastically.
The next instant he was lying in the snow, Gerald's fist
having slapped against the side of his head. He sat up, but Gerald's other fist
came down upon him. Gudrun moved f0N'ard. She raised her
fist and brought it down with all her force onto Gerald's face.
He looked at her in astonishment,
feeling the pain. Then he laughed, turning with strong hands outstretched. At
last he could realize his desire. He took Gudrun's throat between his hands,
that were hard and powerful. And her throat was
so beautifully soft. He could feel the life inside it, and this he could crush.
He crushed and crushed, watching the unconsciousness come into her swollen
face. How ugly she was!
Loerke roused himself on the snow. He
was too dazed and hurt to stand up. 'Herr Crich, ' he said in a weak voice,
'when you have finished...'
A feeling of disgust came into Gerald's
soul. What was he doing, to what depths was he letting himself go! As if he
cared enough about her to kill her3, to have her life on his hands! A weakness
ran over his body, a terrible decay of strength. 'I've had enough, I want to go
to sleep,' he muttered. He let Gudrun free and walked away through the snow.
He was weak but could not rest. He
wanted so much to come to the end: he had had enough. He walked on and on up the
slope of snow in the bluish darkness. Here he was afraid of falling, and there
was a cold wind that was knocking him off his feet. But he went on. It was not
the end, and he must still move on. He slipped down a slope of snow, and that
frightened him, but he roused himself and walked on in the moonlight. On and on
he went until he came to a hollow valley of snow4. Here he slipped again and
fell down, but this time something broke in his soul, and immediately he went
to sleep.
When they found the
body the next morning, Gudrun was shut up in her room. From her window she saw
the men coming, carry86
ing something heavy over the snow. There came a soft knock
at her door. She opened. There stood a woman saying softly: 'They have found
him, madam.' Is he dead?'
'Yes — hours ago.
Gudrun did not know what to say. What did they expect of her? 'Thank
you,' she said and closed the door. The woman was shocked. Not a word, not a
tear — ah, Gudrun was a cold woman.
Two days later Birkin and Ursula arrived.
Ursula, with tears streaming down her cheeks, took her sister in her arms.
Gudrun buried her face in Ursula's shoulder, but could not cry. There was ice
in her heart.
Birkin went to see Gerald. He had loved him, and yet he felt
disgust at the cold body lying there. He felt sick as he stood before the
frozen corpse that had been Gerald. He touched the glittering fair hair. It was icy
cold. Birkin's heañ began to freeze. But when he came again in the
evening, to look at Gerald in the candlelight, the tears suddenly broke out. He
sat down in a chair and cried.
'He must have loved me,' he said to
Ursula who had followed him.
'What difference does it make?' she asked with white lips.
'It makes a difference, it does!'
'You've got me, aren't I enough for you?'
He smiled and kissed her hand. 'You
are enough for me, as far as a woman is concerned. But I wanted a man friend as
eternal as you and I are eternal. '
'You can't have two kinds of love,' she
said. 'It's false, impossible. Why should you?'
It seems as if I can't,' he said. 'But I
wanted it.'
Vocabulary
privacy — yeaHHemte, B03MOXHOCTb
1106b1Tb OAHOMY resentment — B03MYluemre, 06M,aa
accusation — 06BVIHeHHe take pity — Xa-ne'l'b
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insistent — HacTOWIHBb1h altogether — COBCeM arrogant -
BblCOKOMePHb1V1, HaAMeHHb1VÍ intolerable — HeBblHOCMML,m humiliation —
YHV1>KeHHe inaccessible — HegocqraeMblü, HeLUOCTY11Hbliâ remote —
3ò. OTHYXAeHHb1V[ sinister — 3J10Be111Hii toboggan — T060rraH,
NtaqeHbKHe caHH fragrance — apoNtaT, npHHTHbIii 3anax sip — FJ10T0K;
npvwre6b1BaTb vague HeHCHb1V1, ellBa pa3JIMHMMb1ii swollen — pacnyxLLIHÿt
decay — ynanok' eternal — Bet-IHb1V1
Notes
frau (HUI.) — cþpay (oõpaugetme K
3a,vtYJKHeù
2 Fräulein (Hem.) —
(þpohJIH1iH (06paugenue K Ht'3a,uyzycneù anenugune)
 There was a crack, the bottle was
flying. — Ponarucg 3BYK YAapa, 6YTb1JIKa o-rrreTeJ1a B cropor-ry.
4
as if he cared
enough about her to kill her —     6YAT0 OH J1106VtJ1 ee
HaCTOJ1bKO, LIT06b1 y6HTb
5
hollow valley of
snow — 0Bpar, 3ar10JIHeHHb1V1 CHer0M
Activities
I.          Translate
the sentences paying attention to the italicized words.
1)
We are sure that all the accusations against him are false and
soon he will be released.
2)
All the works ofa young writer were rejected (OTBeprHYTb1) by
publishing houses, but he was insistent and did not surrender.
3)
The tourist camp was very busy and the young couple could not
find privacy they wanted.
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11.
111.
4)
She could never forget the humiliation she felt when her
classmates were sneering at her.
5)
The fans of a pop-star looked at their idol (KYMVtp) reverently.
She was so beautiful and inaccessible.
6)
This book is about a perfumer who killed virgins to make
wonderful fragrances.
7)
Don't let your hound kill hares. Take pity on the poor creatures.
8)
I don't like this
man. I can't stand his arrogant manners.
9)
Some people are convinced that we watch a decay of culture in our
country.
10)     Lots
of newlywed couples come to the eternal fire to kneel before it on the day of
their wedding.
Say whether these statements are true or false.
Correct them if they are false.
I) The relations
between Gudrun and Gerald were cloudless.
2)
Gudrun doubted
Gerald's love.
3)
She wanted to kill Gerald to get free of him.
4)
Gerald didn't mind her friendship with Loerke.
5)
Sometimes Gudrun felt a strong passion to Gerald.
6)
The day before the departure all three of them went out in a
toboggan.
7)
Gerald joined Gudrun and Loerke in drinking Schnapps.
8)
Gerald killed Loerke.
9)
Gerald went high up the mountains because he wanted to have a
walk.
10)     Birkin
believed that Gerald had loved him.
Imagine that you are:
l ) Gudrun. Speak about:

your tobogganning with Loerke.

Gerald's actions when he saw you and the German. 2) Loerke.
Describe:  your attitude to Gudrun.
Gerald's jealousy towards you
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3)
Gerald. Speak
about.       Contents  your
feelings towards Gudrun.
             • your wish
to die. David Herbert Lawrence...                                                                                3
4)
Birkin. Describe
what you felt when looking at your dead l . Sisters . friend.
Activities.
                                                                                2.
Classroom .                                                                                I
l
Activities15
3.
In the Train .
4.
Breadalby .
Activities
5.
Sketchbook
. Activities .....
6.
The
Island . 37 Activities. 41

7.
Water-party .
Activities
8.
The
Industrial Magnate.
Activities
9.
The Proposal.56
                                                                                Activities...................
.                                                                                .59
10.      A
Trip Out . 60 Activities „ . 63
l l . Death
and Love..
Activities
12.     Leaving
Home . 70 Activities ..73
13.
On
the Continent.. 74
Activities
...80
14.     Snowed
Up....82
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