Miles Wakefield hurried up to get to the house of this Arnold Blair. Blair's advertisement was published in all the daily papers and he was sure that others had seen it too. Blair had a Balzarini for sale and he was selling it cheaply. The price was only $75. Miles couldn't afford to miss such a wonderful chance. He knew he could sell it later with profit. Balzarini, of course, was no great master, but his sunny landscapes caused admiration.
He had to ring at least three times before the door was opened by a boy of about 16. There was something strange about this boy. He looked upset. Miles had the feeling the boy wanted to tell him something, but could not make himself do so. Before the boy could make up his mind, a deep voice was heard from somewhere in the house, "Who is it, Davey?"
Miles followed the boy into a small living room. A tall, white-haired man rose from his chair as Miles and Davey entered. Miles saw at once that the man was blind.
"I think you want to set to our business?"
"I don't object, 1 hear you have a Balzarini".
"All right, Davey, you are free for some time".
It was clear that the old man didn't want the boy to hear them discuss the agreement." It's my last hope", said the old man " I had refused to sell the picture many times, until now. It's too dear to me. But I need money. Come, it's in the next room".
Miles followed the old man into the next room. A second later Davey joined them.
"There!" said the old man. "My Balzarini!"
He showed to the opposite wall. Hanging there was a plain black frame. Behind the glass there was nothing. Miles caught the boy's look. It was full of sadness.
"A beautiful canvas, isn't it?" continued the old man. "You'll buy it".
Miles swallowed hard. "Why ... I don't think I can afford to buy it, it's too expensive. I supposed to spend about fifty". The empty frame was taken down, wrapped in a piece of paper and handed to Miles. When Miles had gone with the empty frame under his arm the boy and the grandfather returned to the room where the frame had hung. The boy went to a box in the corner, took out another empty frame, and hung it where the first had been. Then the old man and the boy sat down and began to wait. They were completely ready for the next art dealer.
Miles Wakefield hurried up the house of Arnold Blair because ...
a) he wanted to be the first to see a beautiful canvas by Balzarini;
b) he wanted not to miss a chance to admire sunny landscapes of a great
c) he was afraid somebody could have sought it, he could miss a chance to buy a picture.
2. The boy of about 16 who looked ... opened the door.
a) upset;
b) disappointed;
c) excited.
3. The old blind man showed he ...
a) didn't want the boy to disturb them during their conversation;
b) didn't want the boy to hear them discuss the agreement;
c) didn't want to discuss the agreement with somebody else.
4. In the next room on the wall... was hanging.
a) a plain black frame with Balzarini work behind the glass;
b) a plain black frame with a beautiful landscape behind the glass;
c) a plain black frame with nothing behind the glass.
5. The empty frame was taken down and ...
a) wrapped in a piece of paper and put aside;
b) wrapped in a piece of paper and handed to Miles;
c) wrapped in a piece of paper and handed to a boy.
6. Arnold Blair managed to sell a "picture" because ...
a) he was very witty and inventive;
b) he was clever and unhappy;
c) he was Balzarini's grandson.
Sorry for my keeping silent so long, but I have good news for you! I have so many things to tell you.
The first news is that my Family moved to a new city. My father wasPROMOTED and now he is big boss. I`m too proud of him. My mum`s too. I like our new city, but we didn`t have chance to see it all… I would tell you about my city in the next letter. I`d better tell you about my new school.
The school is just close to the house I live in. The architecture of the school is just typical, but the atmosphere inside is something unique. The first day I entered the school I felt home. The teachers are ready to help you, they are strict, but friendly and open-hearted. My classmates are amazingly creative. We play different games every break, all of them have too many interests and I enjoy every minutes I spend in school with my new friends. I like physic culture. We play different team games and it is something crazy… I hope I with my classmates will present my school in the next year championship between school next year.
Hope to see you soon. I`m eager to get acquainted you to my new friends.
Bye.
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