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Unit 045 Speaking
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| readeralexey | Дата: Понедельник, 11.09.2023, 21:47 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| Write a story using as many words from the unit as possible.
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| lisaswan001 | Дата: Среда, 13.09.2023, 20:16 | Сообщение # 2 |
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| Yesterday we had a test on grammar where we had to translate sentences from Russian into English using conditionals. The evening before we all came together to anxiously learn the rules, but after all the struggles we were still desperate about the upcoming test. Some people were complaining that this test was too much, others were muttering or even begging the teacher to cancel it, but she was adamant. And only one person had been repeatedly mumbling the rules for several days. After the test my group mates were screaming in despair and only one person happily boasted about herself, and it was not me.
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I WHISPERED to Lucy the gossip that I had heard earlier. Lucy SHOUTED in disbelief and ANXIOUSLY started calling someone. She was WHISPERING so I didn’t understand what she was talking about.
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| veronikachernykh15 | Дата: Среда, 13.09.2023, 20:46 | Сообщение # 3 |
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| My sister yesterday came to me and nervously mumbled that she lost her phone. I angrily muttered that I am fed up with this because she always loses something and complains to me about it.Then she begged me to stop shouting and to help her so I maintained her. I urged her cheerfully and shouted hopefully but didn’t do anything. So my sister shrieked furiously and groaned that she will never find the phone like this. But what could I do if the phone was in her hand?
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She MURMUREDt o him three so expected words. He GROANED that it is impossible to say it so often. And she SADLY MUMBLED that in the cafe nearby are the best burgers. The three words were „I am hungry“
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Сообщение отредактировал veronikachernykh15 - Пятница, 22.12.2023, 00:36 |
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| sodrozdova | Дата: Среда, 13.09.2023, 23:18 | Сообщение # 4 |
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| One day everyone noticed that Joey Johns looked very gloomy, so everyone threatened to bother him and insisted on his wife Joane answering some questions why he mumbles these days. Joane said furiously that she is not going to tell anyone her husband's secret but then she started to whisper. She begged us to believe that last week in the extremely bright morning (it was October) she tried to maintain to her husband Joey that there is snow outside in their garden. He wasn't very glad she woke him up in the early morning so he didn't believe in that. But Joane insisted that there WAS snow outside and he better go to the window and look. He angrily murmured something and a few moments later all the neighbours were nervously up in their beds as they heard Joey's screaming. Joane confessed what she did to her husband but before I give you the answer give your suggestions about what happened there.
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I can easily wake up when someone WHISPERS in the next room. But when I have to wake up early in the morning not even people who ARGUE and STUTTER can make me open my eyes. I GLADLY continue my sleeping.
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| lolosipovanika | Дата: Среда, 13.09.2023, 23:31 | Сообщение # 5 |
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| There was a woman, called Irine. When she was in a good mood, she murmured. When she fell in love, she whispered and then cheerfully screamed. But the strange thing was – she furiously broke many hearts every year. She boasted about it. But all of a sudden she became arguing with herself. “What’s wrong with me?” she desperately and miserably stuttered. And then she stopped complaining and grumbling about everything and happily flew to the sea.
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1. She angrily maintained that she can manage it. 2. She nervously shrieked in a panic. 3. Tom insisted on whispering it in her ear desperately.
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Сообщение отредактировал lolosipovanika - Четверг, 21.12.2023, 11:31 |
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| mariablansh | Дата: Среда, 13.05.2026, 20:28 | Сообщение # 6 |
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| A heartrending scream rang out from the room. A suspicious silence followed.
"You know, I'm worried about Will," Mum said, decorating a cake. "He's been mumbling in his room for two hours. He sometimes stops, nervously giggles and continues.
It even seemed to me that he was crying".
"Don't worry, he's just rehearsing the role for tomorrow's performance".
"Ok then. Why aren't you rehearsing?"
A shreik came.
"Will, are you alright?" Mum shouted anxiously.
"Yes" miserably groaned Will.
"I've told you, he is just rehearsing" muttered Sofi.
"No, I mean, it's just the closet...It fell unto me! Can you, please, help!" shouted Will.
"Now you see why I don't participate in it? It's dangerous," whispered Sofi with a grin.
"And don't laugh, Sophie! I can hear you!" angrily urged he.
"I was not laughing, you!" objected she.
"Ok, now go and help your brother," insisted Mum.
"But he" impatiently started Sofi.
Mum interrupted her: "Calm down. I don't wanna hear you arguing in your father's birthday. So, please, go hand help him".
"Gah, ok!" reluctantly muttered she. "Why I always have to help him, he has two left feet, I'm sure..." she continued grumbling.
"Thank you, sweetheart! I love you! Both of you!" cheerfully said Mum, getting pizza from the oven.
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| boriskorsun3 | Дата: Воскресенье, 14.06.2026, 15:53 | Сообщение # 7 |
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| We sat in the library, trying to finish our presentation. “I am doing all the work here!” Mark boasted to us about his small contribution. I objected to working like this because he barely wrote two lines. Sara groaned that she had a headache from all the stress. Mark insisted on his ideas anyway, and his voice became louder. “Just listen to me!” he shouted across the room. The librarian looked at us and muttered something angrily under her face. Sara whispered to me nervously that we should leave right now. I grumbled about Mark's awful behavior, but we quickly packed our bags and went home.
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| vvecheslova | Дата: Воскресенье, 14.06.2026, 19:05 | Сообщение # 8 |
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| The meeting was incredibly tense. So, the manager, Mr. Winchester, began to boast excitedly about his recent promotion, but Sarah objected bitterly. She started complaining gloomily about the unfair working hours with low pay and shouted angrily: "I insist on a raise!". Winchester muttered nervously, looking at his shoes: "I maintain that the budget is low". Sarah argued furiously: "That's unfair!". Winchester said then, stammering slightly: "I threaten to fire you if you won't calm down".
Sarah begged desperately: "Please don't. I confess I'm struggling to pay my rent", she added sadly. But Winchester only groaned miserably: "Stop grumbling". After that Sarah said hopefully: "I urge you to listen to reason".
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the hallway. Everyone screamed in panic. "What was that?", someone shrieked anxiously. Another man whispered shyly: "Maybe a burglar..."
But then Winchester said: "Let's go check". They walked out into the hall. It was just a cat that had dropped a vase. Sarah said cheerfully: "Oh, I'm so glad".
Winchester mumbled an apology to the team. Eventually, they all laughed happily and the tension was finally broken.
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| davidkushakov | Дата: Воскресенье, 14.06.2026, 19:38 | Сообщение # 9 |
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| Last Saturday, my best friend Alex and I were playing video games in my room. I beat him twice, and he got quiet.
Then he whispered, "You cheated."
I murmured, "No, I didn't."
He mumbled something I couldn't hear.
Then he muttered, "You always cheat."
That made me angry. I shouted, "Take that back!"
He screamed, "No!"
I actually shrieked – I know, embarrassing – "Stop it!"
My voice came out with a stutter: "You’re being dumb."
He looked at me angrily. I stared back furiously. Bitterly, he grabbed his controller and walked out of the room. I sat on my bed gloomily. Miserably, I stared at the floor. Sadly, I realized I had been too aggressive. Happily, he came back after only two minutes. I smiled cheerfully and said, "Hey." Gladly, he sat back down. Hopefully, we could just keep playing. He looked at me anxiously, then nervously laughed. Desperately, I wanted to apologise, but my mouth felt stuck. Then I made a stupid move. I tried to boast: "I'm the best anyway." Bad timing. He insisted I was being a jerk. I objected, "No, I'm not." He threatened to leave again. We started to argue for about ten seconds. Then he let out a groan and complained, "You never just say sorry." I maintained my innocence for one more second. Then I confessed, "Fine, I was being a jerk."
Anyway, we played for three more hours. I mean, that's just how friendship works. You know, kind of stupid, but also fine.
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| solkinaanna57 | Дата: Воскресенье, 14.06.2026, 20:56 | Сообщение # 10 |
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| For a long time, I thought my feelings were perfectly ordinary. In primary school, my friends and I would cheerfully talk about which boys were handsome. If someone asked for my opinion, I could easily answer. At that age, however, those conversations felt more like a game than anything serious.
Everything changed when I was in middle school. One day, I met a girl who was not from my school. At first, I simply enjoyed talking to her. But little by little, I began thinking about her all the time. I would happily wait for her messages and anxiously wonder what she thought of me. Whenever someone mentioned her name, my heart seemed to beat faster.
At first, I maintained that she was just a friend. I repeated this explanation so often that I almost convinced myself. Yet a quiet voice inside me would whisper that there was more to my feelings than friendship. As the years passed, I paid closer attention to myself. I would lie awake at night, listening to the wind murmur outside my window while my thoughts asked endless questions. Sometimes I would mumble possible answers to myself, only to reject them a few minutes later.
Meanwhile, my classmates would boast about their relationships and argue about love as if everything were simple and obvious. Some would insist that everyone experienced feelings in the same way. Something inside me wanted to object, but I rarely said anything aloud.
Instead, I argued with myself. One voice would urge me to be honest. Another would threaten me with rejection and misunderstanding. Whenever I imagined explaining my feelings, I would stammer or even stutter before speaking. Sometimes I would groan and complain about how confusing everything felt. Other times I would grumble bitterly that life would be much easier if I could fit neatly into other people's expectations.
There were days when I felt gloomily lost and evenings when I sat miserably alone with my thoughts. I would almost beg myself to stop overthinking everything. Yet the questions always returned.
Eventually, after years of confusion, I stopped obeying stupid fear and started listening to my own heart instead. One quiet evening, I finally confessed to myself that my feelings did not need anyone else's permission to be real. There was no dramatic scene. Nobody shouted, screamed, or shrieked. The world remained exactly the same.
But I felt different. For the first time, I looked toward the future hopefully rather than fearfully. The confusion did not disappear overnight, but it no longer controlled me. And as I continued learning who I was, I found myself smiling gladly, knowing that understanding yourself is not always easy, but it is always worth it.
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| lizaserdyuk06 | Дата: Воскресенье, 14.06.2026, 23:29 | Сообщение # 11 |
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| Mike’s basement. Eleven is sitting on the sofa. The boys are arguing.
Mike insisted: “She stays with us. End of story.”
Lucas shouted back: “Are you crazy?! She’s dangerous!”
“You don’t know that,” Mike murmured, but he looked nervous.
Lucas groaned: “She broke Troy’s arm with just her mind!”
Dustin stammered: “He… he pushed her first, okay?”
Lucas muttered angrily: “I can’t believe you two.”
Then he turned to Mike and urged him: “Send her away. Please.” Eleven looked at them sadly.
Mike whispered to her: “Don’t listen to him.”
Lucas objected loudly: “I’m right here!”
Finally, Lucas confessed miserably: “Fine. But when something bad happens – I warned you.”
P.S. Please excuse me, but my imagination is failing me today, so It’s just a retelling of a scene from Stranger Things using the words from the unit🙏🏻
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