Учебно-методическое пособие. Методические указания по развитию навыков чтения и устной речи для студентов гуманитарных специальностей неязыковых вузов icon

Учебно-методическое пособие. Методические указания по развитию навыков чтения и устной речи для студентов гуманитарных специальностей неязыковых вузов

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Activity 2

^ Find the English equivalents in the text.

  1. Это третий по величине город в Нигере.

  2. Маленький мальчик сидит на корточках.

  3. Матери смотрят, как вы входите.

  4. Они не умоляют.

  5. Доктор Милтон Тектонидис обследует двухлетнего мальчика.

  6. Около сорока матерей с детьми сидят на деревянных скамьях дожидаясь, когда взвесят и измерят их детей.

Activity 3

Underline the predicate and define the tense in the following sentences.

  1. Only the children make sounds – coughing and crying.

  2. The hospital is run by Medecins Sans Frontieres.

  3. He has worked with Doctors without Boarders for more than a dozen years.

  4. The UN had been warning about food shortages in Niger for months.

  5. Adults aren’t dying, just thousands of kids.

  6. Their needs are immediate. Liquid. Food. Nutrients. Now.

Activity 4

Match the words on the left with their equivalents on the right.

  1. cacophony

  1. to crouch down

  1. shortage

  1. notebook

  1. to squat

  1. to recoil

  1. to shrink

  1. dissonance

  1. notepad

  1. deficit

Activity 5

Complete the following sentences with the words given below.

care sheets share starvation malnourished dehydrates

  1. The intensive (1) ward, there are no (2) on the bed.

  2. The mothers (3) the mattresses with their children.

  3. When a child is (4), his body breaks down.

  4. Diarrhea (5).

  5. (6) doesn’t kill the child, infections and disease do.

Activity 6

Translate the text from English into Russian beginning with the words “We are all at risk” till “a few thousand children isn’t enough”.

Activity 7

Use the prompts and make up sentences about malnutrition is Niger.

The hospital

The tent



is run by

make sounds

are put into


a few blocks of Maradis main drag

a French relief group.



the intensive care war

coughing and crying

Activity 8

Answer the questions.

  1. Where is the hospital situated?

  2. Who is the hospital run by?

  3. What is one of the relief organizations?

  4. What is the capital of Niger?

  5. How do children look like?

  6. How do their mothers behave?

  7. How is the problem of starvation exaggerated in Niger?

  8. What is the role of freelances in coverage of the events in Niger?

Activity 9

Agree or disagree with the following statements. Give your reasons.

  1. The reporters exaggerate the scope of the problem in Niger.

  2. The UN had been warning about food shortages in Niger.

  3. A few thousand children is dying.

Activity 10

Write a short article about malnutrition in Niger (100-150 words).



Activity 1

Read the text.

^ SARAJEVO. MARCH 1993. Bosnia wasn’t my first war, but at the time, it was the deadliest one I’d seen. It had taken me nearly a year after Burma, but Channel One had finally hired me as a correspondent. I was twenty-five, still shooting my stories on a home video camera, and traveling all alone, but at least now they were picking up the bills.

It was the first year of the war in Bosnia, and Sarajevo was under siege. Serbs in surrounding mountains lobbed shells into the city, mortaring the marketplace where old men sold their broken watches and tried to hold onto their dignity. A shell would land, blood splattered the street. You could feel the impact blocks away. There were snipers as well. Their bullets cut through the air, silent, spinning. No tracer fire, no warning. Just snap, crackle, pop, and a body would crumple to the ground.

Anyone who tells you they aren’t scared in a war zone is a fool or a liar, and probably both. The more places you’ve been, the more you know just how easy it is to get killed. It’s not like in the movies. There are no slow-motion falls, no crying out the names of your loved ones. People die, and the world keeps spinning.

I flew into Sarajevo from Zagreb, Croatia, on a UN charter. ^ Channel One had just given me a brand-new flak jacket, but I hadn’t bothered to take it out of its plastic wrapping until the plane was just about to land. When I did, I noticed something sewn inside. It was a warning label: THIS VEST DOES NOT PROTECT AGAINST ARMOR-PIERCING PROJECTILES, RIFLE FIRE, SHARP OR POINTED INSTRUMENTS.

It was useless against snipers, effective only against pistols, close-range stuff. In Sarajevo, they killed you from far away.

I put the vest on anyway and walked alone into the sandbag maze of Sarajevo’s airport. On the flight, there had been only one other passenger: a young German kid with a camera. He looked more scared than I did, and seemed to have even less of a clue about what he was getting himself into. He never even left the airport. I heard he flew back to Zagreb that same day.

I was afraid to sleep in the bed in my room at the Holiday Inn. I kept thinking some shrapnel might kill me during the night. So I’d lay on the floor, trying to sleep, listening to the dull thud of mortars landing on nearby buildings. Like a mangy dog, the Holiday Inn had sunk its teeth into Sarajevo, and wasn’t letting go. Most of the glass in the hotel was already cracked or broken. It had been replaced with heavy plastic sheeting. During the winter, the wind whipped and whistled down the darkened corridors.

Everyone still called it the Holiday Inn, though I heard that the chain had revoked its franchise. Given the constraints imposed by the Serbian stranglehold on Sarajevo, the hotel just couldn’t maintain the high standards demanded by the parent corporation. The bed mints had run out a long time ago.

During the 1984 Winter Olympics, the location of the hotel was ideal; it was in the heart of the city, near the river, with views of the mountains. During the war, however, the location couldn’t have been worse. The ski slopes that once hosted competitors from around the world were now home to snipers. The boxy Holiday Inn was a top-heavy target. It faced the front line, and at night, tracer fire whipped past the windows like shooting stars.

^ Channel One hadn’t bothered to rent me an armored vehicle, but they did get me a two-door Yugo. Not exactly an equal substitute, but it was better than nothing. I hired a local reporter named Vlado to show me around. He kept calling the Yugo a “soft-skin” car, which didn’t exactly fill me with confidence. The morning after I arrived, I came downstairs to find that someone had stolen the car’s windshield wipers. Just the wiper blades. They left the sticks that held them. They were bent forward, jutting out from the base of the windshield. As we drove, they rotated like spinning horns. It made us laugh at first, but after awhile there was something sad about them. The next day, Vlado ripped them off entirely.

The front entrance to the hotel was boarded up, and to get in you had to go through a side door. Vlado would drive us around the back of the hotel, trying to keep the car protected from snipers for as long as possible. Just before he reached the side entrance, he’d have to jump a curb, and every time he did, I was sure the tires would blow out.

The day before I left, I was out on my own, a few blocks from the hotel. I thought I was in a protected spot. I was planning on doing what TV reporters call a “stand-up” – in which they talk to the camera – and I’d just set up my tripod when I heard a loud crack. I turned and saw a tile fall off a nearby column. By the time it hit the ground, I realized that it had been struck by a bullet. Someone had taken a shot. I didn’t know if they were shooting at me or someone else, but it didn’t matter. I ran behind a nearby building, and the sniper peppered the area with automatic fire. I captured some of it on camera, and narrated what I was seeing. I was white as a corpse. When I looked at the tape recently, though, I saw something I hadn’t remembered. I noticed the faint hint of a smile on my face.


Mandy - паршивый жалкий

Constraint – стеснение

Proceed – отправляться, действовать

A gaggle – гоготанье

Slope – склон

Activity 1

Guess the meaning of these words. Find them in the text.

To hire – allow the use or services in return for fixed payment

Dignity – the quality that deserves respect

Movies – the cinema

Warning – informing a person of possible danger

To protect – keep safe (from danger, enemies…)

Plastic – material easily shaped or molded

Sniper – person who snipes

To remember – call back to mind the memory of

Terminal – centre used by passengers departing for arriving from

Activity 2

Match the words on the left with their definitions on the right.

1. security

A. three – legged support for a camera

2. wrapping

B. something that prevents movement

3. competitors

C. belief in oneself

4. confidence

D. person, firm that competes

5. tripod

E. something used for covering or packing

6. barrier

F. safety, freedom from danger

Activity 3

Underline the predicate and define the tense in the following sentences.

  1. The final part of our descent will be from overheard the airfield in a spiral fashion.

  2. …what I’ve seen in one country to change how I see things someplace else.

  3. Their bullets cut through the air, silent, spinning.

  4. When I did, I noticed something sewn inside.

  5. During the war, however, the location couldn’t have been worse.

  6. I was planning on doing what TV reporters call a “stand –up”.

Activity 4

Find the English equivalents in the text.

  1. Это было начало войны в Боснии, а Сараево находилось в осаде.

  2. Это совсем не так как в кино.

  3. Я боялся спать в кровати в своей комнате Holiday Inn.

  4. Главный вход в отель был закрыт

  5. Полет проходит нормально…

  6. Это не всегда легко.

Activity 5

Translate the text from English into Russian beginning with the words “I was afraid to sleep” till “its franchise”.

Activity 6

Complete the following sentences with the words from the box.

I realize

Ran behind a nearby

Would drive

When I looked at the tape recently

The location of the hotel

  1. During the 1984 Winter Olympics, … was ideal

  2. Vlado … us around the back of the hotel

  3. … the it had been stuck by a bullet

  4. I … building …

  5. … , though, I sow something I hadn’t remembered

Activity 7

Use the prompts and make up sentences about Cooper’s “stand-up” in Sarajevo.


Anderson Cooper


was planning






a “stand-up”

a loud crack

a tile fall off a nearby column

behind a nearby building

some of it on camera

what he was seeing

a protected spot

Activity 8

Answer the questions:

  1. Was Bosnia Cooper’s first war?

  2. What did Serbs do?

  3. There were snipers as well, weren’t there?

  4. Where was he afraid to sleep?

  5. Why was the location of the hotel ideal?

  6. What was a top-heavy target?

  7. What was boarded up?

  8. What did I see when I looked at the tape?

Activity 9

Agree or disagree with the following statements. Give your reasons.

  1. Bosnia was my first war…

  2. I flew into Sarajevo from Zagreb, Croatia, on a UN Charter

  3. I thought I wasn’t in a protected spot

Activity 10

Write a short article about Cooper’s visit to Bosnia during the war (100 – 150 words)



Activity 1

Read the text.

KATRINA BECOMES a hurricane on Thursday, August 25, and that evening it hits southern Florida. Twelve people die. Over land, the storm weakens, but once it returns over water, this time the Gulf of Mexico, it begins to re-form.

Saturday morning, I fly out of Dubrovnik, bound for Houston. In Louisiana, New Orleans mayor Ray Nagin and Governor Kathleen Blanco hold a press conference, asking city residents to leave. Nagin and Blanco don’t, however, make the evacuation mandatory. That evening, Max Mayfield of the National Hurricane Center calls the mayor to warn him personally of the seriousness of the storm. It’s only the second time he’s called a politician to do that.

New Orleans’ emergency plan requires authorities to provide buses to evacuate the one hundred thousand residents without access to transportation. No buses, though, are organized to get people out of the city. On Sunday, over the central Gulf of Mexico, Katrina turns northwest as expected, becoming a monstrous category 5 hurricane. Sustained winds 175 miles per hour. The mayor and governor finally declare a mandatory evacuation.

I arrive in Houston late Sunday and drive to Baton Rouge. I get there around 1:00 A.M. on Monday, just as the outer bands of rain are beginning to hit. It’s another hour-and-a-half drive to New Orleans, but when I call into my office, they tell me that the roads are closed. I am furious with myself for getting there late, but it turns out that CNN has pulled its satellite trucks from New Orleans because they anticipate flooding. Even if I were able to get there, I couldn’t broadcast during the storm, so I decide to ride it out in Baton Rouge, then head to New Orleans as soon as it’s over.

Katrina is the sixth major hurricane I’ve covered in the last fifteen months, the second one this year. I never used to understand people’s fascination with the weather. One of the great joys of living in New York is that I’m able to ignore what little bit of sky I ever see. Since covering Hurricane Charley in 2004, however, I’ve continually volunteered to report on hurricanes. It’s not just the storm itself that I find compelling, but also the hours before and after. There is stillness, quietness. Stores are shut, homes boarded up. In many ways it feels like a war zone.

A few hours before Hurricane Charley made landfall, I checked into a waterfront hotel in Tampa, Florida. The manager, a large woman with a small parrot perched on her head, agreed to let me stay if I signed a waiver absolving the hotel of any responsibility for my safety. As I signed the paper, the parrot defecated on the woman’s shoulder.

“She’s just a little nervous about the s-t-o-r-m,” the woman said, spelling the word out, worried the parrot would hear.

Reporting on a hurricane, you depend on your skills for survival; it’s all in your hands. You rent an SUV, load it up with water, food, whatever supplies you can buy; gas cans, coolers, and ice are always the hardest to find. In a war, you head to the front; in a hurricane you head to water. You pick your location as if you’re planning an ambush. You want a spot near the water, so you can see the storm surge, but you need to be on high ground so you don’t get flooded when the water rises. You don’t want too many trees or signposts near you, because they can become airborne and turn into flying missiles in high winds. You also need several fallback positions so that as the storm intensifies, you can retreat to ever more secure locations.

In Baton Rouge, a team of CNN engineers has already found a riverfront location on a pier. There’s a big building several hundred yards away that can protect the satellite truck. As long as the satellite dish works, you can broadcast, so keeping it safe is essential. The problem is, the dish acts as a sail. It can get picked up by a strong wind, causing the truck it’s attached to flip over. You have to find a spot where the satellite truck is protected by a building on at least two sides. That way even when the hurricane winds shift, the dish will not be directly hit.

After covering several hurricanes, you start to know what to expect. At first the winds just pick up gently. Then it starts to rain. Your fancy Gore-Tex clothing keeps you dry for about thirty minutes; then the water starts to seep in. Within an hour you’re completely wet. Your feet slosh around in your boots, and your hands are wrinkled and white. If you’re ever wondered what your skin will look when you’re eighty-five, try standing in a hurricane for a few hours.

Katrina comes ashore at 6:10 A.M., on Monday near Buras, Louisiana. The sustained winds are estimated to be 125 miles per hour, a category 3 hurricane. In Baton Rouge, conditions deteriorate rapidly. What seemed like high winds just a few hours ago now seem calm by comparison. The electricity goes out, transformers explode, lighting up the darkened sky with greenish blue flares. I can’t see any debris flying through the air; I can only hear it: the snap of tree branches, the twisting of signs, aluminum roofs ripping loose. You can’t tell where the noise is coming from or where the debris is headed.

Between live shots I sit inside my SUV, dripping in steamy darkness. As the storm intensifies, other reporters’ transmissions get knocked off the air, so the network starts coming back to me more and more – live shot after live shot. Chris Davis, my cameraman, can barely see through his viewfinder, but he keeps working, steadying himself against the railing of the pier. After a while I’m just repeating myself: “It’s really blowing now… and the rain, it’s torrential.” There’s really not much else to say. It’s water and it’s wind. How many ways are there to describe them?

You see weird stuff in a storm: floating Coke machines, boats washed up on roads. During Hurricane Frances, two guys in a brand-new Humvee with HURRICANE RESEARCH TEAM printed on the side pulled into the marina where we were working. From their matching yellow raincoats, I assumed they were scientists, but it turned out they were just two guys with a storm fetish. I last saw them around 1:00 A.M. They were hooting and hollering and videotaping each other getting tossed around by 110-mile-per-hour gusts of wind.

It’s easy to get caught up in all the excitement, easy to forget that while you are talking on TV, someone is cowering in a closet with their kids, or drowning in their own living room.

After Hurricane Charley, I drove around Punta Gorda, Florida, surveying the damage. There was aluminum siding wrapped around trees, shockingly silver in the morning sun; a family’s photo album lay in the street; a sofa sat on top of a car. A relief official mistakenly said that there were a dozen or more bodies at one trailer park, and all the morning-show reporters in mobile news vans crisscrossed the small town searching for the dead. They’d slow down and ask local residents if they knew of a nearby trailer park where “something” had happened. (No one wanted to come right out and ask, “Seen any dead people around here?”)

In the end, the real power of a hurricane isn’t found in its wind speed. It’s in what it lives behind – the lives lost, the lives changed, the memories obliterated in a gust of wind. Anyone who does hurricane reporting for any length of time knows all too well that standing in the aftermath of a storm is much more difficult than standing in the storm itself, no matter how hard the winds blow.

At the height of Katrina, I’m holding on to the railing of a pier, surrounded by a whirling wall of white. Between live shots, my arms stretch out, my eyes close, I don’t care if anyone sees. The storm is a phantom, rearing, retreating, charging. It spins and slaps, pirouettes and punishes. I’m submerged in water, corseted by the air. I lean my shoulders into the wind, spread my legs so I don’t fall when the gust weakens. If I shift the wrong way, it will take me. I could just let it. I’ve felt the tug. A few more steps and I’d be gone. Crushed by the wall of water and wind. It’s that close. I can feel it.

It sounds a little crazy, perhaps, but you do get caught up in the challenge, trying to stay on air, trying to get as close as you can. During Hurricane Ivan, in 2004, I kept insisting on staying out longer and longer. We were on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama, a perfect spot to witness the storm. At one point, my producers tied a rope around my leg so they could pull me back if I got knocked down. Finally, they insisted we move inside. I reluctantly agreed.

In Baton Rouge, for a while I can’t see the camera lens because of the rain. It doesn’t really matter, though; I know what I’m supposed to say: “I am powerless in the face of the storm.” That’s what reporters always say. “The storm’s a reminder of how weak we humans really are.” Right now, however, at this moment, I don’t feel any of that. I feel invincible. The storm whips around me, flows through me. I am able to work, to stand, even when it’s at its worst. The satellite dish is up, we are on the air, we’re just about the only ones left. We have beaten the elements. We have won.

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