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Exercise 1 . https://drive.google.com/file/d/19fOkjFG7d4iS75hTh6os_YClKe_Kcabb/view Прослушайте аудиозапись, одновременно читая текст. Затем ответьте на вопросы после текста. Запишите свой ответ на аудио или видео. BOBBY JO’S DIARY Monday 15th June I have to meet someone that I don't want to meet. Anyone except me would be pleased to meet their brother's beautiful fianc?e. When your successful older brother gets engaged, it's a time for celebrations, for congratulations, for families to get together, to meet and welcome each other into their lives and hearts in a spirit of friendship and generosity. That's the theory, anyway. The trouble is, I'm hopeless at meeting anyone. Inviting me to present myself and (presumably) make a good impression on a Harvard graduate - who has just gained a doctorate in economics, by the way - is like asking a donkey to stand beside a champion race horse and feel good about it. Serena (even her name sounds elegant - I'm still known as Bojo at home, which was fine when I was two and couldn't say my name but is now a complete embarrassment) will be coming for dinner - a special dinner - with Max, my brother, on Saturday. In her honor, two aunts, two uncles, one grandmother and an assortment of cousins have also been invited. They, like my parents, are all keen to meet this prospective daughter-in-law who is already considered to be an asset to our family. The preparations are underway. My mother has been scouring her recipe books for just the right combination of dishes. 'And it's time we spruced up the living room,' she insisted. Accordingly, new cushions have been bought for the sofa and a beautifully patterned rug for the floor. 'Over-priced,' says my father. 'Sets the cushions off a treat,' says my mother. Thursday 18th June I haven't written anything for two days. Since Tuesday I've been wondering how to talk to my parents about my university course and I still haven't found the right approach. Now that Max is a successful corporate lawyer (he met Serena when she was commissioned to write a business plan for the law firm), my parents are keen to see me following in his footsteps - or, perhaps now, her footsteps. Neither of these is the path I want to follow and it's difficult to tell them about the literature and creative writing course I've found. Even if I'd decided to be a neuroscientist, an astrophysicist, a brain surgeon or a circus clown, I doubt that they would have found time to listen to me this week. The house has been a hive of activity with cooking, cleaning and polishing continuing apace. While I'm more than happy to be out of the limelight, I have to take my completed application form to school on Monday so there isn't much time. I don't think I'm going to have an opportunity to raise this before Saturday evening. Looking on the bright side, perhaps meeting Serena will put Mum and Dad in such a good mood that it will be easier to talk to them afterwards. On the other hand, perhaps having met her, they'll be even firmer that I should follow this kind of career and react badly to my idea. I really don't know what to do. I’m bound to look a mess beside Serena. In her photos she looks poised and confident, and very attractive, of course (that goes without saying). I know I'll appear tongue-tied and awkward. I can't imagine a worse prospect than Saturday evening. Sunday 21st June Yesterday was quite a day! It had been getting hotter and hotter during the last week. Mum decided we would eat outside in the cool of the evening so a long table was laid out in the garden. A blue and white striped awning was fetched from the summerhouse and put up over the table. Grandma and my elderly aunts arrived first, followed by numerous cousins. When Max and Serena arrived the hubbub fell silent as the introductions were made. Serena looked absolutely stunning in a deep shade of rose pink. “She'll make a beautiful bride!” Grandma whispered eagerly to Aunt Lena. 'She will, won't she?' Aunt Lena readily agreed. When I was introduced to Serena I smiled shyly and went red, clashing unattractively with her dress. My grandmother was dubious about eating outside. 'Storms will often break a spell of hot weather,' she warned. My parents waved her concerns aside and we trooped into the garden. We were more than half-way through dinner, when there was a terrific crash from the sky. 'That'll be thunder,' said Grandma, sagely. A second clap followed, louder than the first and suddenly the- heavens opened. My father and brother hurriedly helped the old ladies towards the house; cousins grabbed whatever plates and bowls they could from the table and sped indoors. I was about to follow when a sudden gust lifted the awning and threatened to fly it away over the houses. I grabbed two poles and clung on. The awning stayed put. Then I saw Serena holding tightly to the poles on the other side. We stared at each other for a moment then laughed. The awning started to sag and fill with water like a paddling pool. It got heavier and heavier, then too heavy to hold. At the same moment we let go and t