parade
парадheaven
рай, небесаharp
арфаto push
нажимать, толкатьbutton
кнопкаto earn
зарабатыватьto punch
бить кулакомexpressway
скоростная дорога, проспектpink
розовыйtwo-tone
двухцветныйto roar
реветь, рычать, грохотатьorgan
celestial
небесныйcomplexion
цвет лицаU-turn
поворот на 180 градусовto charge back
to stalk up
подходить с гордым видомtiny
маленькийinsignificant
незначительныйhuge
огромныйto head out into
двигаться к чему-л.to play full blast
Section 56 St. patrick\'s day engagement
An Irishman, by the name of O\'Mally proposed to his girl on St. Patrick\'s Day. He gave her a ring with a synthetic diamond. The excited young lass showed it to her father, a jeweler. He took one look at it and saw it wasn\'t real.
The young lass on learning it wasn\'t real returned it to her future husband. She protested vehemently about his cheapness.
«It was in honor of St. Patrick\'s Day,» he smiled. «I gave you a sham rock.»
engagement
помолвкаto propose
делать предложениеring
кольцоsynthetic
синтетическийdiamond
алмазlass
jeweler
ювелирvehement
неистовый, пылкийin honor
в честьsham
поддельныйrock
каменьshamrock трилистникSection 57 At the post office
A guy walks into a post office one day to see a middle-aged, balding man standing at the counter methodically placing «Love» stamps on bright pink envelopes with hearts all over them. He then takes out a perfume bottle and starts spraying scent all over them.
His curiosity getting the better of him, he goes up to the balding man and asks him what he is doing. The man says, "I\'m sending out 1,000 Valentine cards signed, \'Guess who?\' "
«But why?» asks the curious fellow.
«I\'m a divorce lawyer,» the gentleman replies.
bald
лысыйbalding
лысеющийcounter
прилавок, стойкаmethodically
методичноto place
stamp
маркаenvelope
конвертheart
сердцеperfume
духиto spray
разбрызгиватьscent
духиto sign
подписыватьlawyer
адвокатhis curiosity getting the better of him
любопытство берет в нем верхGuess who? Догадайся, от кого это?Section 58 A letter of apology
When I came into the office this morning, I noticed a sort of general feeling of unfriendliness, and since several of you have called me a «dirty son of a bitch» to my face, I knew I must have done something wrong at the office New Year\'s Eve Party. The Office Manager called me from the hospital today and as this is my last day, I\'d like to take this way of apologizing to all of you. I would prefer speaking to everyone personally, but all of you seem to go deaf and dumb whenever I try to talk to you.
First, to our dear and beloved boss, I am sorry for all the things I called you that evening. I\'m very much aware that your father is not a baboon, nor your mother a Chinese whore. Your wife is a delightful woman, and my story of you buying her for 50 cents in Tijuana was strictly a figment of my imagination. Your children are undoubtedly yours, too. About the water cooler incident, you\'ll never know how badly I feel about it, and I hope you didn\'t hurt your head when they were trying to get the glass jug off.
To Mary, I express my deepest regrets. In my own defense, I must remind you that you seemed to enjoy our little escapade on the stairway as much as I did until the bannister broke and we fell eight feet to the second floor landing. In spite of the rupture you incurred when I landed on top of you, I am sure you will admit that when we landed it was one of the biggest thrills you have ever had.