Terms of payment, certificate of quality, spares

 J: What are you your usual terms of payment?

M: Our terms are cash against shipping documents in Stockholm within 3 days after presentation of the documents. As we haven't had any dealings with your company before, you would have to supply us with a bank guarantee as a security of the fulfillment of the Contract.

J: I see. And what is the quality of the goods?

M: You'll receive our certificate of the quality of the goods. I must tell you the technical characteristics of the machine conform to SAA.E. Standards existing in the USA.

 J: I get your point. And what about spare parts for the cars?

 M: Don't worry, please. A set of guarantee spare parts will be dispatched along with the cars free of charge.

 J: Thanks. Give me, please, a catalogue of spare parts and a price-list.

 M: Here you are.

(Mr. Martin hands over the catalogue and the price-list to Mr. Jones.)

 J: Thank you very much. We would also like to receive from you a specification of extra spare parts recommended by the manufacturing plant for the cars.

M: No doubt, we'll ask the manufacturers to work out the specification as soon as possible.

B. 1. Она добралась к началу обеда?

2. Ты не оставляешь мне выбора.

3. Я надеюсь, моя мечта станет правдой.

4. Он потерял ключи.

5. Собаку никто не любил.

6.Не беспокойся, я закончу к шести.

7. Шекспир написал много пьес.

8. Когда я видел вас прошлым вечером, вы ждали автобус.

9. Она работает в Болонье в этом году.

10. Пока моя мама будет читать книгу, я буду играть на пианино.





My aunt was a big woman, very tall, with a strong mind and will. She was what you may call a very manly woman. My uncle was a thin, small man, very weak, with no will at all. He was no match for my aunt. From the day of their marriage he began to grow smaller and weaker. His wife's powerful mind was too much for him: it undermined his health, and very soon he fell ill.

My aunt took all possible care of him; half the doctors in town visited him and prescribed medicine for him enough to cure a whole hospital. She made him take all the medicines prescribed by the doctors, but all was in vain. My uncle grew worse and worse, and one day she found him dead.

 My aunt was very much upset by the death of her poor dear husband. Perhaps now she was sorry that she had made him take so much medicine and felt perhaps, that he was the victim of her kindness. Anyhow, she did all that a widow could do to honour his memory. She spent very much money on her mourning dress, she wore a miniature of him about her neck as large as a small clock; and she had a full-length portrait of him always hanging in her bedroom. All the world praised her conduct. "A woman, who did so much to honour the memory of one husband, deserves soon to get another," said my aunt's friends.

Some time passed, and my aunt decided to move to Derbyshire where she had a big country house. The house stood in a lonely, wild part of the country among the grey Derbyshire hills.

One evening, after she had sent away her maid, she sat by her toilet-table arranging her hair. Her eyes were fixed on her own reflection and reflection of her husband's portrait in the looking-glass. Suddenly it seemed to her that in the glass she saw one of the eyes of the portrait move. It gave her a shock. She moved the candle and while moving it she overturned her workbox. Then she took the candle and began without any hurry to pick up the articles one by one from the floor. She picked up something near the door, then opened the door, looked for the moment into the corridor as if in doubt whether to go and then walked quietly out.

She hurried down the stairs and ordered the servants to arm themselves with anything they could find. She herself caught a red-hot poker and, followed by her frightened servants, returned almost at once. They approached the portrait of my uncle.

"Pull down that picture", cried my aunt impatiently.

 The picture was pulled down, and from the hiding-place behind it, they dragged out a big black-bearded fellow with a knife as long as my arm, but trembling with fear from head to foot. He confessed that he had stolen into my aunt's room to get her box of money and jewels, when all the house was asleep.

My aunt did not send for the police. She ordered the servants to draw the man trough the horse-pond in order to wash away his crimes, and then to dry him well with a wooden "towel".

But though my aunt was a very brave woman, this adventure was too much even for her. She often used to say "It is most unpleasant for a woman to live alone in the country." Soon after she gave her hand to the rich gentleman of neighbourhood.

 (by Washington Irving)


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