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Составить пересказ текста на английском!! помогите пожалуйста, я не смогу все это выучить They were about to start Christmas lunch. The family were all sitting expectantly round the table: Dad, Mum, Ron and Jennie — and Jan.Everybody was talking at once. Dad was waiting, a bit impatiently, to say what he said every year as he cut the first slice of turkey.Jan didn't feel like talking. She was thinking of Davey, and didn't really pay any attention to the other people at the table.When she saw the table — the huge brown turkey in front of her father, the dishes of potatoes and vegetables — she thought of Davey's words the night before. "We're killing ourselves with too much food and three quarters of the world are starving to death...""A bit of turkey, Jan?"Jan hesitated, then took a deep breath and said, "No turkey for me, thank you."Silence. The other members of the family stared at her."It's horrible," said Jan, trembling a little." — We're eating like pigs and they're starving —""Who's starving?" Dad asked, looking puzzled."Oh, everybody — the rest of the world —you know, you see enough of it on TV!"Mr Morris stood still in front of the turkey. He was trying to keep control of himself. "So you think we're all a lot of pigs, do you? And where did you get that idea from?""Davey said —""Oh, Davey said, did he? That longhaired layabout? Well, shall I tell you what you can do?""Jim!" Jan's mother put her hand on his arm, but he shook her off. He was in a terrible rage."Shall I tell you what you can do?" he went on."You can get out of here and spend the rest of your Christmas with your Davey."Jan knew her father didn't like Davey, but she hadn't expected this rage."You're wrong, Dad," she said. "Davey doesn't deserve that sort of criticism.""Get out!"The rest of the family didn't say a word as Jan left the room, crying.There was nobody else around in the streets at three o'clock that after noon. It was Christmas Day, after all. Most people were inside watching TV, or eating.She was walking towards Davey's house. Her father had told her to go and spend the rest of Christmas with him, and that was what she was going to do.She was lucky: Davey was in."Hi, Jan! Fancy seeing you here! I thought you were spending Christmas in the heart of the family, eating Christmas pudding and all that stuff.""Well, I was, but ... can I come in, Davey?"There was a slight pause before he said. "Sure. I've got a few people here, but one more won't make any difference."It was pretty dark in the room. There was one candle, burning in a saucer on a shelf in one corner of the room. Jan couldn't see how many people there were, but she guessed about seven or eight; they were all sitting, or lying on the floor. Indian music was coming from somewhere.There was a smell, too: of damp, and old cooking, and something Jan didn't recognize — incense perhaps?Jan sat down. She was feeling tired and, she had to admit, hungry. She wondered if Davey had, after all, any food.Nobody was talking. The music droned on. The air got thicker and thicker, and the strange smell got stronger and stronger."Want one, Jan?"Davey was standing over her. The candle had got so low she could hardly see what he was offering her."What is it?""This."It was like a long cigarette. Everybody else seemed to be holding one."What is it?""Come on, Jan, you know."Yes, she knew. So that was the smell: pot. She felt sick. The room spun in front of her eyes. She felt herself sweating.The candle seemed to grow six feet tall. She struggled to her feet."Hey, kid. What's up?"Davey grabbed her arm, and looked accusingly at her."Where are you going?"Jan pulled her arm away from him. "I don't know — I — I need some air, that's all. Let me go, Davey."He was smiling but it was a hard smile. "OK," he said. "Suit yourself. You must be nuts, or something. We were just about to have some food, too."But Jan didn't hear him. She was already at the door, leaving a Christmas gathering for the second time that day.(After M. Rodgers)ю​

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Answer 2

They were on the verge of beginning their Christmas lunch. The family members were seated around the table with anticipation: Dad, Mum, Ron, Jennie — and Jan. The atmosphere was bustling with overlapping conversations. Dad, slightly impatient, was ready to utter his yearly phrase as he sliced into the first piece of turkey.

However, Jan was not in the mood for talking. She couldn't get Davey out of her mind and was paying minimal attention to the others seated at the table. As she gazed at the spread before her — the massive brown turkey in front of her father, the various dishes of potatoes and vegetables — Davey's words from the previous night echoed in her head. "We're overindulging ourselves with food, while three-quarters of the world are dying of hunger..."

"Would you like some turkey, Jan?" her father inquired.

Jan hesitated momentarily, took a deep breath, and replied, "No turkey for me, thank you."

A silence fell upon the table. The rest of the family members stared at her in astonishment. "It's awful," Jan added, her voice trembling, "We're eating greedily while others are starving."

"Who's starving?" Dad inquired, looking puzzled.

"Oh, everyone — the rest of the world — you know, you see enough of it on TV!"

Mr. Morris stood there, frozen in front of the turkey. He was struggling to maintain his composure. "So, you believe we're behaving like pigs, do you? And where did you pick up this notion?"

"Davey said —"

"Oh, so Davey said, did he? That long-haired slacker? Well, shall I tell you what you can do?"

"Jim!" Jan's mother reached out and touched his arm, but he shrugged her off. He was seething with anger.

"Shall I tell you what you can do?" he continued, "You can leave this place and spend the rest of your Christmas with your Davey."

Jan was aware that her father didn't approve of Davey, but she hadn't anticipated this level of fury. "You're mistaken, Dad," she retorted, "Davey doesn't deserve that kind of criticism."

"Get out!"

The rest of the family remained silent as Jan left the room, tears streaming down her face.

It was a quiet afternoon at three o'clock, with no one else in the streets. After all, it was Christmas Day. Most people were indoors watching television or enjoying their meals.

Jan was walking toward Davey's residence. Her father had suggested she spend the remainder of Christmas with him, and that's exactly what she intended to do.

Fortune was on her side as Davey was at home. "Hi, Jan! What a surprise to see you here! I assumed you'd be celebrating Christmas with your family, indulging in Christmas pudding and all the traditional fare."

"Well, I was, but... can I come in, Davey?"

There was a brief pause before he responded. "Of course. I have a few people over, but one more won't make a difference."

The room was dimly lit. A single candle burned in a saucer on a shelf in the corner. Jan couldn't discern the exact number, but she estimated around seven or eight individuals present; they were either seated or lying on the floor. Faint Indian music drifted from somewhere.

A distinct aroma filled the air: a mixture of dampness, aged cooking, and an unfamiliar scent that Jan couldn't quite place — perhaps incense?

Jan settled into a seat. Fatigue was setting in, and she reluctantly admitted that she was hungry. She pondered whether Davey had any food available. The room was silent, the music played on, and the atmosphere grew denser as the unfamiliar fragrance intensified.