Кафедра иностранных языков проводит конкурс на лучший письменный перевод. Предлагается выполнить письменный перевод 5 отрывков из тестов разных стилей.Материал оформляется в печатном виде на листах формата А4. Обязательно укажите ФИО, контактный телефон и № группы. Материалы необходимо принести на кафедру иностранных языков (7 здание, ауд. 208) в печатном виде до 24 марта 2014 года. Ответственные за проведение конкурса: к.ф.н., доцент Султанова А.П., к.ф.н., доцент Тишкина Д.А., к.п.н., доцент Нуриева Н.С.
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Dear Sirs,
By now you will have received our new price-list giving details of the reduction in prices for all our Dry Batteries, which came into effect on January,1st.
Similar reductions were made in other markets and the result has so greatly exceeded our expectations that our stocks are rapidly diminishing. While we are producing at full speed, we may be unable to pace with the exceptional demand, and a slight delay in dispatch may soon become unavoidable.
You have probably intended to reorder shortly; if we are right in thinking this, we would ensure immediate dispatch from stock.
Yours faithfully,
Martin Kimland
Sales Manager
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Good morning, everybody. All across this country, Americans are responding to difficult economic times by tightening their belts and making tough decisions about where they need to spend and where they need to save. The question the American people are asking is whether Washington is prepared to act with the same sense of responsibility.
I believe we can and must do exactly that. Over the course of our first hundred days in office, my administration has taken aggressive action to confront a historic economic crisis. We’re doing everything that we can to create jobs and to get our economy moving while building a new foundation for lasting prosperity — a foundation that invests in quality education, lowers health care costs, and develops new sources of energy powered by new jobs and industries.
But one of the pillars of this foundation is fiscal responsibility. We can no longer afford to spend as if deficits don’t matter and waste is not our problem. We can no longer afford to leave the hard choices for the next budget, the next administration — or the next generation.
That’s why I’ve charged the Office of Management and Budget, led by Peter Orszag and Rob Nabors who are standing behind me today, with going through the budget — program by program, item by item, line by line — looking for areas where we can save taxpayer dollars.
Today, the budget office is releasing the first report in this process: a list of more than 100 programs slated to be reduced or eliminated altogether. And the process is ongoing.
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It isn’t easy being an organism. In the whole universe, as far as we yet know, there is only one place, an inconspicuous outpost of the Milky Way called the Earth, that will sustain you, and even it can be pretty grudging.
From the bottom of the deepest ocean trench to the top of the highest mountain, the zone that covers nearly the whole of known life is only around 20 kilometres thick – not much when set against the roominess of the cosmos at large.
For humans it is even worse because we happen to belong to the portion of living things that took the rash but venturesome decision 400 million years ago to crawl out of the seas and become land-based and oxygen-breathing. In consequence, no less than 99.5 per cent of the world’s habitable space by volume, according to one estimate, is fundamentally – in practical terms completely – off limits to us.
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So they returned to Sophiatown, and indeed found Mrs. Ndlela at 105 End Street. She received them with a quiet kindness, and her children hid behind her skirts, and peeped out at the visitors. But Absalom was not there, she said. But wait, she had had a letter from him, asking about the things he had left behind. So while Kumalo played with her children, and Msimangu talked to her husband, she brought out a big box full of papers and other belongings, and looked for the letter. And while she was searching, and Msimangu was watching her kind and tired face he saw her stop in her search for a moment, and look at Kumalo for a moment, half curiously, and half with pity. At last she found the letter, and she showed them the address, c/o Mrs. Mkize, 79 Twenty-Third Avenue, Alexandra.
Then they must drink a cup of tea, and it was dark before they rose to leave, and the husband stepped out with Kumalo into the street.
— Why did you look at my friend with pity? Asked Msimangu of the woman.
She dropped her eyes, then raised them again. He is an umfundisi, she said. -Yes.
— I did not like his son’s friends. Nor did my husband. That is why he left us.
— I understand you. Was there anything worse than that?
— No. I saw nothing. But I did not like his friends.
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After a long silence, my father said, ‘Tell me about it, son. Why do you want to commit suicide?’
Where could I begin? How could I explain to him how lonely and trapped I felt? I desperately wanted a better life – but there was no better life for me. I wanted a wonderful future and there was no wonderful future. I had glowing day dreams, but at the end of the day, I was a delivery boy working in a drugstore.
My fantasy was to go to college, but there was no money for that. My dream had been to become a writer. I had written dozens of short stories and send them to Story magazine, Collier’s, and The Saturday Evening Post, and I had gotten back printed rejections. I had finally decided I couldn’t spend the rest of my life in this suffocating misery.
My father was talking to me. ‘… and there are so many beautiful places in the world you haven’t seen…’
I tuned him out. If he leaves tonight, I can go on with my plan.
‘… you’d love Rome…’
If he tries to stop me now, I’ll do it when he leaves. I was busy with my thoughts, barely listening to what he was saying.
‘Sidney, you told me that you wanted to be a writer more than anything in the world.’
He suddenly caught my attention. ‘That was yesterday.’
‘What about tomorrow?’
I looked at him, puzzled. ‘What?’
‘You don’t know what can happen tomorrow. Life is like a novel, isn’t it? It’s filled with suspense. You have no idea what’s going to happen until you turn the page.’