I am going to make you a present of it on your eighty-third birthday.
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That's the clock in the chapel tower striking twelve. I believe I am sleepy after all.
Good night, Granny.
I love you dearly,
Judy
The Ides of March (мартовские иды = 15 марта).
I am studying Latin prose composition (я изучаю композицию сочинения на латыни). I have been studying it (я изучала композицию). I shall be studying it (я буду изучать композицию). I shall be about to have been studying it (и буду собираться изучать композицию). My re-examination comes the 7th hour next Tuesday (моя переэкзаменовка состоится в семь часов в следующий вторник), and I am going to pass or BUST (и я сдам его или провалюсь;
I will write a respectable letter when it's over (я напишу вам приличное письмо, когда все закончится;
Yours — in evident haste (ваша — в очевидной спешке;
J. A.
ides [aIdz], condition [kqn'dIS(q)n], fragment ['frxgmqnt], ablative ['xblqtIv]
I am studying Latin prose composition. I have been studying it. I shall be studying it. I shall be about to have been studying it. My re-examination comes the 7th hour next Tuesday, and I am going to pass or BUST. So you may expect to hear from me next, whole and happy and free from conditions, or in fragments.
I will write a respectable letter when it's over. Tonight I have a pressing engagement with the Ablative Absolute.
Yours — in evident haste,
J. A.
March 26th.
Sir: You never answer any questions (сэр, вы никогда не отвечаете ни на какие мои вопросы); you never show the slightest interest in anything I do (вы никогда не проявляете ни малейшего интереса к тому, чем я занимаюсь;
I don't know a single thing about you (я не знаю о вас совершенно ничего: «не знаю ни единой вещи о вас»). I don't even know your name (я даже не знаю вашего имени). It is very uninspiring writing to a Thing (очень скучно: «не вдохновляюще» писать Кому-то;
question ['kwestS(q)n], horrid ['hOrId], duty ['dju:tI], uninspiring ["AnIn'spaI(q)rIN]
Sir: You never answer any questions; you never show the slightest interest in anything I do. You are probably the horridest one of all those horrid Trustees, and the reason you are educating me is, not because you care a bit about me, but from a sense of Duty.
I don't know a single thing about you. I don't even know your name. It is very uninspiring writing to a Thing. I haven't a doubt but that you throw my letters into the waste-basket without reading them.