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GOOD MORNING, MISS DOVE
after Frances Gray Patton
Miss Dove ['mis ,(1av] was a strict teacher. If a pupil wanted to leave the classroom to get a drink of water, Miss Dove just looked at him and said nothing. They were afraid of that look and they called her 'the terrible Miss Dove' though she never shouted at them or scolded them.
On that day forty children were sitting in her class at the Geography lesson. They heard the bell, but they did not move, they did not talk, they all waited in silence and looked at Miss Dove. Only after she had told them to close their books and go, they left the classroom quietly without shouting or running. A boy who had talked during the lesson was left in the room and had to write twenty times "I must not talk during the lessons".
The next lesson began. The pupils came into the classroom and took their places. Miss Dove gave them written work to do, because it was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays they always had some written work.
One of the boys pushed the girl who was sitting next to him. Miss Dove looked at him, and he stopped moving though she did not scold I him. Miss Dove looked at the boy but she did not see him. Instead of j him she saw his elder brother, Thomas Baker ['tDmas 'Ьеікз], who had sat in that place some six or seven years before. The war brought the children she had taught to different parts of the world. One was in Germany, another— in the jungle1 of New Guinea [nju: gini], a third one — somewhere in Africa. She did not know where all of them were. Though all of them had finished school many years before, she now saw them as they had been at seven, at ten or at twelve.
The pupil she thought about most often was Thomas Baker. The German planes had bombed his ship, and for many days he had lain on a raft2 without anything to eat and very little to drink. When they found him, he was almost dying. The newspapers wrote much about him in those days.
Randy [Yaendi] Baker put his hand up.
"Yes, Baker?" Miss Dove asked.
"I got a letter from Tom yesterday," the boy explained. "May I read it to the class?"
"Yes, certainly."
"But it's a long one."
"I'm sure it will be useful for everyone to hear the letter of such a brave man," explained the teacher.
Randy looked around and began to read.Tom told his younger brother,what he had seen from the plane in which he was brought back to England.He wrote that the land below looked like the map,they had used at the Geography lessons at school.Then he wrote how he had suffered on the Ralf with almost no water to drink."Do you know who I was thinking about then?It wasn't a boy or a girl,"he explained."I was thinking about Miss Dove,and out there in the open ocean I plaued a game.No,I am not joking.And it helped me to stay alive.I imagined that I was back again in the Geography class;I remembered the look Miss Dove gave us when we wanted to leave the classroom for a drink of water.So I imagined that I was at her lesson and kept thinking all the time,"The bell will go in a few minutes.You can wait a little longer.You must wait for the bell,"And it made everything easier.It was almost as difficult there in the ocean as it had been at school.Tell that to the boys,will you?
Randy stopped suddenly.
"Is that all?"Miss Dove asked.
"No,"said Randy.His face became very red."It says here,"Please thank Miss Dove and give her a kiss for me."
Miss Dove went up to the boy.
"Well,Randy,"she said."I'm waiting."
In the silence that followed little Randy kissed "the terrible Miss Dove".
Nobody in the class laugher or even joked about it;everybody was silent except one girl who suddenly spoke.
"It's like a medal,"she said."It's just like a medal he has given to Miss Dove.
after Frances Gray Patton
Miss Dove ['mis ,(1av] was a strict teacher. If a pupil wanted to leave the classroom to get a drink of water, Miss Dove just looked at him and said nothing. They were afraid of that look and they called her 'the terrible Miss Dove' though she never shouted at them or scolded them.
On that day forty children were sitting in her class at the Geography lesson. They heard the bell, but they did not move, they did not talk, they all waited in silence and looked at Miss Dove. Only after she had told them to close their books and go, they left the classroom quietly without shouting or running. A boy who had talked during the lesson was left in the room and had to write twenty times "I must not talk during the lessons".
The next lesson began. The pupils came into the classroom and took their places. Miss Dove gave them written work to do, because it was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays they always had some written work.
One of the boys pushed the girl who was sitting next to him. Miss Dove looked at him, and he stopped moving though she did not scold I him. Miss Dove looked at the boy but she did not see him. Instead of j him she saw his elder brother, Thomas Baker ['tDmas 'Ьеікз], who had sat in that place some six or seven years before. The war brought the children she had taught to different parts of the world. One was in Germany, another— in the jungle1 of New Guinea [nju: gini], a third one — somewhere in Africa. She did not know where all of them were. Though all of them had finished school many years before, she now saw them as they had been at seven, at ten or at twelve.
The pupil she thought about most often was Thomas Baker. The German planes had bombed his ship, and for many days he had lain on a raft2 without anything to eat and very little to drink. When they found him, he was almost dying. The newspapers wrote much about him in those days.
Randy [Yaendi] Baker put his hand up.
"Yes, Baker?" Miss Dove asked.
"I got a letter from Tom yesterday," the boy explained. "May I read it to the class?"
"Yes, certainly."
"But it's a long one."
"I'm sure it will be useful for everyone to hear the letter of such a brave man," explained the teacher.
Randy looked around and began to read.Tom told his younger brother,what he had seen from the plane in which he was brought back to England.He wrote that the land below looked like the map,they had used at the Geography lessons at school.Then he wrote how he had suffered on the Ralf with almost no water to drink."Do you know who I was thinking about then?It wasn't a boy or a girl,"he explained."I was thinking about Miss Dove,and out there in the open ocean I plaued a game.No,I am not joking.And it helped me to stay alive.I imagined that I was back again in the Geography class;I remembered the look Miss Dove gave us when we wanted to leave the classroom for a drink of water.So I imagined that I was at her lesson and kept thinking all the time,"The bell will go in a few minutes.You can wait a little longer.You must wait for the bell,"And it made everything easier.It was almost as difficult there in the ocean as it had been at school.Tell that to the boys,will you?
Randy stopped suddenly.
"Is that all?"Miss Dove asked.
"No,"said Randy.His face became very red."It says here,"Please thank Miss Dove and give her a kiss for me."
Miss Dove went up to the boy.
"Well,Randy,"she said."I'm waiting."
In the silence that followed little Randy kissed "the terrible Miss Dove".
Nobody in the class laugher or even joked about it;everybody was silent except one girl who suddenly spoke.
"It's like a medal,"she said."It's just like a medal he has given to Miss Dove.
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ДОБРОЕ УТРО МИСС ГОЛУБЬПосле того, как Фрэнсис Грей Паттон Мисс голубь ['mis, (1av] был строгим учителем. Если ученик хочет оставить в классе, чтобы получить глоток воды, Мисс голубь просто посмотрел на него и ничего не сказал. Они боялись что смотреть, и они называли ее «страшные Мисс голубь», хотя она никогда не кричал на них или бранить их.В этот день сорок детей сидели в своем классе на уроке географии. Они позвонили, но они не двигаются, они не говорят, они все ждали в тишине и посмотрел на Мисс голубь. Только после того, как она сказал им, чтобы закрыть их книги и пойти, они покинули классе спокойно без кричать или бег. Мальчик, который говорил во время урока была оставили в комнате и должен был написать двадцать раз» я должен не говорить во время уроков».Следующий урок начался. Ученики вступили в классе и заняли свои места. Мисс голубь дал им письменные работы делать, потому что это был Вторник, и по вторникам они всегда были некоторые письменные работы.Один из мальчиков толкнул девушку, которая сидела рядом с ним. Мисс голубь посмотрел на него, и он перестал двигаться, хотя она не ругать я его. Мисс голубь посмотрел на мальчика, но она не видит его. Вместо j его она увидела его старший брат, Thomas Baker ['tDmas ' Ьеікз], кто сидел в этом месте несколько шесть или семь лет назад. Война принесла она научила детей в различных частях мира. Один был в Германии, другой — в jungle1 Новая Гвинея [nju: Джини], третий один — где-то в Африке. Она не знает, где все они были. Хотя все они закончили школу много лет назад, она теперь видел их, как они были в семь, в десять или двенадцать.Ученик, она думала о наиболее часто был Thomas Бейкер. Немецкие самолеты бомбили его корабль, и в течение многих дней он лежал на raft2 без ничего есть и очень мало, чтобы пить. Когда они нашли его, он почти умирает. В те дни много о нем писали газеты.Рэнди [Yaendi] Бейкер положить руку.«Да, Бейкер?» Мисс голубь спросил.«Я получил письмо от тома вчера,»,-объяснил мальчик. «Может я читал его в класс?»«Да, конечно.»«Но это долгий.»«Я уверен, что это будет полезным для всех, чтобы услышать письмо такой смелый человек,» пояснил учитель.Рэнди посмотрел вокруг и начал читать.Tom сказал младший брат, то, что он видел от плоскости, в которой он был доставлен обратно в England.He писал, что земля ниже выглядел как карту, они использованы на уроках географии в школе.Затем он писал как он страдал на Ральф с почти нет воды для питья».Знаете ли вы, кто я думал тогда о?Это не мальчик или девочка, «пояснил он.»Я думал о Мисс голубь и там в открытом океане я plaued игру.Нет, я не шучу.И это помогло мне остаться в живых.Я думал, что я был вернуться снова в географии класса; я вспомнил взгляд Мисс голубь дал нам, когда мы хотели оставить в классе для питья воды.Так я думал, что я был на ее урок и держал все время думая, «колокол будет идти в течение нескольких минут.Вы можете подождать немного дольше.Вы должны ждать колокол», и он сделал все проще.Это было почти как трудно там, в океане, как это было в школе.Скажите, что для мальчиков, вы будете?Рэнди внезапно остановился.«Это все?»Мисс голубь спросил.«Нет,» сказал, что Randy.His лицо стало очень красным.»Он говорит, «Пожалуйста, поблагодарить Мисс голубь и дать ей поцелуй для меня.»Мисс голубь подошел к мальчику.«Ну, Рэнди,» она сказала.»Я жду.»В тишине, которая последовала мало Рэнди поцеловал «страшные Мисс голубь».Никто в классе laugher или даже пошутил об этом; все молчала, за исключением одной девушки, которая вдруг говорил.«Это как медаль,» сказала она.»Это как медаль, которое он дал для Мисс голубь.
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GOOD MORNING, MISS DOVE
after Frances Gray Patton
Miss Dove ['mis ,(1av] was a strict teacher. If a pupil wanted to leave the classroom to get a drink of water, Miss Dove just looked at him and said nothing. They were afraid of that look and they called her 'the terrible Miss Dove' though she never shouted at them or scolded them.
On that day forty children were sitting in her class at the Geography lesson. They heard the bell, but they did not move, they did not talk, they all waited in silence and looked at Miss Dove. Only after she had told them to close their books and go, they left the classroom quietly without shouting or running. A boy who had talked during the lesson was left in the room and had to write twenty times "I must not talk during the lessons".
The next lesson began. The pupils came into the classroom and took their places. Miss Dove gave them written work to do, because it was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays they always had some written work.
One of the boys pushed the girl who was sitting next to him. Miss Dove looked at him, and he stopped moving though she did not scold I him. Miss Dove looked at the boy but she did not see him. Instead of j him she saw his elder brother, Thomas Baker ['tDmas 'Ьеікз], who had sat in that place some six or seven years before. The war brought the children she had taught to different parts of the world. One was in Germany, another— in the jungle1 of New Guinea [nju: gini], a third one — somewhere in Africa. She did not know where all of them were. Though all of them had finished school many years before, she now saw them as they had been at seven, at ten or at twelve.
The pupil she thought about most often was Thomas Baker. The German planes had bombed his ship, and for many days he had lain on a raft2 without anything to eat and very little to drink. When they found him, he was almost dying. The newspapers wrote much about him in those days.
Randy [Yaendi] Baker put his hand up.
"Yes, Baker?" Miss Dove asked.
"I got a letter from Tom yesterday," the boy explained. "May I read it to the class?"
"Yes, certainly."
"But it's a long one."
"I'm sure it will be useful for everyone to hear the letter of such a brave man," explained the teacher.
Randy looked around and began to read.Tom told his younger brother,what he had seen from the plane in which he was brought back to England.He wrote that the land below looked like the map,they had used at the Geography lessons at school.Then he wrote how he had suffered on the Ralf with almost no water to drink."Do you know who I was thinking about then?It wasn't a boy or a girl,"he explained."I was thinking about Miss Dove,and out there in the open ocean I plaued a game.No,I am not joking.And it helped me to stay alive.I imagined that I was back again in the Geography class;I remembered the look Miss Dove gave us when we wanted to leave the classroom for a drink of water.So I imagined that I was at her lesson and kept thinking all the time,"The bell will go in a few minutes.You can wait a little longer.You must wait for the bell,"And it made everything easier.It was almost as difficult there in the ocean as it had been at school.Tell that to the boys,will you?
Randy stopped suddenly.
"Is that all?"Miss Dove asked.
"No,"said Randy.His face became very red."It says here,"Please thank Miss Dove and give her a kiss for me."
Miss Dove went up to the boy.
"Well,Randy,"she said."I'm waiting."
In the silence that followed little Randy kissed "the terrible Miss Dove".
Nobody in the class laugher or even joked about it;everybody was silent except one girl who suddenly spoke.
"It's like a medal,"she said."It's just like a medal he has given to Miss Dove.
after Frances Gray Patton
Miss Dove ['mis ,(1av] was a strict teacher. If a pupil wanted to leave the classroom to get a drink of water, Miss Dove just looked at him and said nothing. They were afraid of that look and they called her 'the terrible Miss Dove' though she never shouted at them or scolded them.
On that day forty children were sitting in her class at the Geography lesson. They heard the bell, but they did not move, they did not talk, they all waited in silence and looked at Miss Dove. Only after she had told them to close their books and go, they left the classroom quietly without shouting or running. A boy who had talked during the lesson was left in the room and had to write twenty times "I must not talk during the lessons".
The next lesson began. The pupils came into the classroom and took their places. Miss Dove gave them written work to do, because it was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays they always had some written work.
One of the boys pushed the girl who was sitting next to him. Miss Dove looked at him, and he stopped moving though she did not scold I him. Miss Dove looked at the boy but she did not see him. Instead of j him she saw his elder brother, Thomas Baker ['tDmas 'Ьеікз], who had sat in that place some six or seven years before. The war brought the children she had taught to different parts of the world. One was in Germany, another— in the jungle1 of New Guinea [nju: gini], a third one — somewhere in Africa. She did not know where all of them were. Though all of them had finished school many years before, she now saw them as they had been at seven, at ten or at twelve.
The pupil she thought about most often was Thomas Baker. The German planes had bombed his ship, and for many days he had lain on a raft2 without anything to eat and very little to drink. When they found him, he was almost dying. The newspapers wrote much about him in those days.
Randy [Yaendi] Baker put his hand up.
"Yes, Baker?" Miss Dove asked.
"I got a letter from Tom yesterday," the boy explained. "May I read it to the class?"
"Yes, certainly."
"But it's a long one."
"I'm sure it will be useful for everyone to hear the letter of such a brave man," explained the teacher.
Randy looked around and began to read.Tom told his younger brother,what he had seen from the plane in which he was brought back to England.He wrote that the land below looked like the map,they had used at the Geography lessons at school.Then he wrote how he had suffered on the Ralf with almost no water to drink."Do you know who I was thinking about then?It wasn't a boy or a girl,"he explained."I was thinking about Miss Dove,and out there in the open ocean I plaued a game.No,I am not joking.And it helped me to stay alive.I imagined that I was back again in the Geography class;I remembered the look Miss Dove gave us when we wanted to leave the classroom for a drink of water.So I imagined that I was at her lesson and kept thinking all the time,"The bell will go in a few minutes.You can wait a little longer.You must wait for the bell,"And it made everything easier.It was almost as difficult there in the ocean as it had been at school.Tell that to the boys,will you?
Randy stopped suddenly.
"Is that all?"Miss Dove asked.
"No,"said Randy.His face became very red."It says here,"Please thank Miss Dove and give her a kiss for me."
Miss Dove went up to the boy.
"Well,Randy,"she said."I'm waiting."
In the silence that followed little Randy kissed "the terrible Miss Dove".
Nobody in the class laugher or even joked about it;everybody was silent except one girl who suddenly spoke.
"It's like a medal,"she said."It's just like a medal he has given to Miss Dove.
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Доброе утро, мисс голубь
после Фрэнсис серый Айзенхауэра
мисс голубь [ 'mis , 1AV] был строгим учителем. Если ученик хотел оставить в классной комнате, с тем чтобы получить выпить воды, мисс голубь просто с интересом ожидает на него и ничего не сказал. Они боятся, они призвали к ее "ужасных мисс Голубь", хотя она никогда не кричали на них или что смотрели их.
В тот же день сорок детей сидели в своем классе на географии урок. Они заслушали Белл, но они не были, они не говорят, они все ждали в тишине и с интересом ожидает на мисс голубь. Только после того, как она их закрыть свои книги и перейти, они школу тихо, без кричать или при работающем двигателе.Мальчик, говорили в ходе занятия был оставлен в комнате и в двадцать раз "Я не должен говорить в ходе уроки" .
следующий урок. учащихся в классе и занимает места. Г-жа голубь дает им письменные работы, так как он был Вторник, и по вторникам они всегда были некоторые письменные работы.
один из мальчиков толкаемых девушка, которая сидела рядом с ним.Г-жа голубь его, и он не хотя она не ругать я ему. Г-жа голубь на мальчика но она не см. ему. Вместо j ему она видит его старший брат, Томаса Бейкера [ 'tDmas 'Ьеікз], который участвовал в этом месте примерно за шесть или семь лет, прежде чем. войны на детей она преподается в различных частях мира. Один из них был в Германии,
после Фрэнсис серый Айзенхауэра
мисс голубь [ 'mis , 1AV] был строгим учителем. Если ученик хотел оставить в классной комнате, с тем чтобы получить выпить воды, мисс голубь просто с интересом ожидает на него и ничего не сказал. Они боятся, они призвали к ее "ужасных мисс Голубь", хотя она никогда не кричали на них или что смотрели их.
В тот же день сорок детей сидели в своем классе на географии урок. Они заслушали Белл, но они не были, они не говорят, они все ждали в тишине и с интересом ожидает на мисс голубь. Только после того, как она их закрыть свои книги и перейти, они школу тихо, без кричать или при работающем двигателе.Мальчик, говорили в ходе занятия был оставлен в комнате и в двадцать раз "Я не должен говорить в ходе уроки" .
следующий урок. учащихся в классе и занимает места. Г-жа голубь дает им письменные работы, так как он был Вторник, и по вторникам они всегда были некоторые письменные работы.
один из мальчиков толкаемых девушка, которая сидела рядом с ним.Г-жа голубь его, и он не хотя она не ругать я ему. Г-жа голубь на мальчика но она не см. ему. Вместо j ему она видит его старший брат, Томаса Бейкера [ 'tDmas 'Ьеікз], который участвовал в этом месте примерно за шесть или семь лет, прежде чем. войны на детей она преподается в различных частях мира. Один из них был в Германии,
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