Comprehension and Discussion. 1. What did Polly and Sara wear to the opera?
1. What did Polly and Sara wear to the opera?
2. What was significant about Mrs. White's dress?
3. What was interesting about the theater?
4- Describe the music of the opera and its effect on the audience.
5. What was the officer whom Polly watched doing during the play?
6. What happened as the girls left the theater?
7. What was Mrs. White's reaction to the incident?
8. What were Polly's thoughts as she lay in bed that night?
9. Do you think most fifteen-year-olds feel emotions similar to those of Polly?
10. What stage of life was Polly passing through? What is/was this like for you?
Exercises
A. Use each of the following terms in a sentence:
to dawdle, to squeeze, briskly, to babble, prosaic, relic, unfathomable, to spatter, dazzling, egotism, scarcely, to be perched on, to jingle, fuzzy, dank, hollow, to leer, skeleton, ecstatic, on the spot, trimming, stout, ornate, spontaneous, indignant.
B. Supply the appropriate tag ending for each of these statements.
Example: You're going to the opera.
You're going to the opera, aren't you?
1. I don't have to go there.
2. They're full of tricks.
3. He was always smiling at her.
4. She wasn't wearing a white dress tonight.
5. Mrs. White isn't an Italian.
6. You can't understand that opera.
7. We'll take the carriage to go to the theater.
8. The play won't be over until eleven o'clock.
9. Sara would love to live in a convent.
10. Sara wouldn't want to live there alone.
C. Match the word in the left column with the word most SIMILAR to it in the right column.
Example: 1. adore e. love
____ 1. adore a. dreamy
____ 2. dank b. quickly
____ 3. wistful c. drunk
____ 4. ecstatic d. old
____ 5. briskly e. love
____ 6. significant f. meaningful
____ 7. creator g. damp
____ 8. intoxicated h. joyous
____ 9. elderly i. silly
____ 10. ridiculous j. maker
D. Change the following sentences first to the present perfect tense and then to the present perfect continuous tense.
Example: She was thinking about it.
She has thought about it. She has been thinking about it.
1. She stood before that statue.
2. They are visiting Italy.
3. She sat beside Sara in the carriage.
4. What are you doing?
5. The officer spoke to her.
6. They saw churches and museums.
7. The sunlight fell on the flagstones of the cloisters.
8. They exchanged meaningful glances.
9. Mrs. White spoke to them harshly.
10. They were listening to the music.
Unit 12: The Gifts of Feodor Himkoff
A. Quiller-Couch
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch (1863-1944) was a popular romantic writer at the turn of the century. He taught at Cambridge University and was, well known for his translations of fairy tales.
PART ONE
It has been six years since I first traveled to the coast from my home in Gorrans Point. Since then I have visited it in all kinds of foul weather. Perhaps in time, I'll be able to make the journey blindfolded, the way the coastguardsmen do. But to this day, my most memorable visit was that time I went there in December. It was my first visit, and it was truly memorable. It was also a rude introduction to the area. The wind blew in my face, covering me with cold rain. A heavy fog hung low over the channel, hiding everything in its path like a leaden mist. Occasionally the fog parted enough to show the white zigzag of ocean breakers and a patch of land. I also saw a cluster of rocks below with the sea crawling in between, disrupting the weeds. It was a harsh scene.
The image, which is with me even today, is mostly one of wet bushes, puffs of spray from the ocean rising above the cliffs to cover me, and a total grayness all about me.
Beyond the Nare Head, where the path dipped steeply, I saw a bright square which seemed to be shaking itself loose from the mist. I approached to investigate and found that it was a cottage wedged between the footpath and the sea. It would be hard to imagine a more desolate place to put a house. It looked forbidding, but the fire's glow from within attracted me. It almost invited me through its cheery warmth. I decided to risk stopping and asking for a glass of milk. I also longed to meet some of the local people.
An old woman answered my knock. She was tall and slightly stooped, and her complexion was a sickly-looking yellow. She wore a clean white cap which almost—but not quite—hid her gray locks. She also wore a gray housedress which hung below her knees and thick woolen stockings. But she wore no shoes.
"A glass of milk? Why not a cup of hot tea?"
"I don't want to put you to any trouble," I said, although I wanted to feel the warmth of a hot liquid in my stomach.
"No one ever puts us to any trouble, young man. We're only too glad to be able to help a cold soul in need. Step inside by the fire. There's only my old husband and me here. You won't be any trouble for us. Just sit anywhere. The old man's deaf.
"Isaac," she fairly shouted, "here's a stranger who's come to visit us." The man she called Isaac was huddled and nodding in a chair before the fire. He looked up at me but didn't seem too curious, then he closed his eyes and slept again. He was obviously nearing the end of his days. He had no hearing facility. He seemed to be waiting to die.
My boots were so muddy that they made great soiling marks on the woman's newly scrubbed floor. In spite of this, she dusted the chair where I was to sit as though I were royalty. She put a pot of water on the stove to heat and took a lovely small cup from the shelf above the hearth. Then she took a key from a hook near the cupboard, climbed on a chair, and reached to the top of the highest closet in the room. I offered to help her get whatever she was looking for, but she declined my offer, saying she could manage for herself. Finally, she brought down a small green canister.
I wish I could describe the tea that came from this canister. Its fragrance filled the air immediately as the boiling water was poured over it. Even the old man in his sleep stirred as the rich aroma filled his nose. The woman poured a cup, and I sipped it.
Smuggled, I thought to myself, enjoying it more and more with each sip. No one could get tea like this back in London for less than fifty shillings a pound, and these people were not rich . . .
"Do you like it?" she asked. Before I could answer, she started bringing down all sorts of delicacies from the cupboard. The contents of that cupboard! Caviar came from it as well as a small ambrosial cheese. She also brought out dried figs and guava jelly, olives, cherries in brandy, wonderful filberts covered with sugar, biscuits, and a lot of different Russian sweets. I leaned back with wide eyes.
"Feodor sends us these," said the old woman, bringing a dish of Cornish cream and some homemade bread.
"Who's Feodor?"
"Feodor Himkoff." She paused a moment and then added, "He's a sailor on a Russian vessel."
"A friend?"
The question was ignored. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to have to eat?" she asked. "We've got some fine and interesting foods."
"Do you like these things?" I looked from her to the caviar and wondered about the tastes of these simple people.
"I don't know. I never tried any of them. The only reason we keep them around is for folks like yourself who might come to visit unexpectedly."
"But these are dainty delicacies. They belong on rich people's tables." I hoped I wasn't offending her.
"I wouldn't know. I've never tasted them. I'm afraid they'd stick in my throat."
I wanted to ask dozens of questions, but I decided that it would be impolite, so I held my silence. After a short while, when we both sat in silence, I looked up and noticed her eyes fixed on me. I put down my knife.
"I can't help it," I said. "I have to know about Feodor Himkoff."
Comprehension
1. When did the narrator first visit the coast?
2. Describe the weather on his first visit.
3. Why did he want to go into the cottage?
4. Describe the old woman who answered the door.
5. Who was Isaac? What was he doing when the narrator entered the house?
6. Why did the old woman climb up on a chair?
7. What was special about the tea in the green canister?
8. What did the woman put on the table in addition to the cup of tea?
9. What was unusual about the food?
10. Why did the narrator want to know about Feodor Himkoff?
PART TWO
"There's no secret," she began. "Well, there was once, but God has forgiven us by now, I'm sure. That old man has done all the repenting he's ever going to do."
She waited a few long seconds and then went on.
"We had a son. He was a fine young man. He stood tall. He joined the army and was killed by Russians—Rooshans, we used to call them. Look at the frail old man. When this news came, he wasn't so frail and weak. He lifted his fists to the sun and said, 'God help me . . . God help him, if I ever come across a Rooshan! I hope I find one! I hope God sends me one—just one!' The boy was our only child.
"Well, sir, sixteen years went by, and the two of us were sitting here by the fire on a night just like tonight. The storm was worse that night, though. There was so much noise that we had to shout just to hear each other. About ten o'clock we heard a banging on the door, so Isaac got up and opened it, asking, 'Who is it?'
"There was a big young man at the door, dripping wet, with smears of blood on his face and a fearful look in his eyes. His voice sounded foreign, and it was very low and hard to hear, but when he saw our fire, his eyes lit up and he smiled so that we could see teeth like pearls.
'' ‘Ah, sir,' he cried, 'will you help? Our ship is ashore below here. There are fifteen of us. Please send for help! Please help us!'
"Isaac stepped back and spoke softly. 'What country?'
'The ship is Russian. We are all Russian; sixteen poor brothers from Archangel,' said the young man as soon as he understood the question.
"Isaac turned his back on the man and walked over to the fire. The sailor stretched out his hands, and I saw that his middle finger was gone. 'You will help us, won't you? There are so many of us who need help. Many have wives. The storm ..."
"But Isaac didn't hear. He was looking upward saying, Thank you, Lord,' and he picked up a log from the fire. Take them this message,' he said as he raced toward the sailor with a burning stick. The young man was so weak he couldn't fight back. Isaac hit him with the log and chased him out the door. Then he bolted it.
"After that we sat quietly all through the night, never undressing and getting into bed. At daybreak Isaac walked down to the shore. There was nothing to see but two bodies, so he buried them both and waited for more. That evening another came in from the sea, and the next day two more, and so on for seven more days. He picked up ten bodies in all and buried them in that meadow down there. On the fourth day he found a body with a missing finger. It was the boy he had driven from our home. Isaac buried him, too. And that was all, except for two more bodies which the coast guard found later that month.
"For five years neither Isaac nor I spoke of the incident, not even to each other. And then one day at noon a sailor came to our door. He looked foreign and had a great beard.
“ 'I be come to see Mr. Isaac Lenine,' he said in his bad English.
"So I called for Isaac, and the stranger gripped him by the hands and kissed them, saying, 'Little Father, take me to their graves. My name is Feodor Himkoff, and my brother Dimitri was among the crew of the Viatka. You would know his body if you buried it, for the second finger was gone from his right hand. I, myself, caused the accident in which he lost that finger; we were playing with an axe when we were children. I heard how the men from the ship died in a storm, how they perished far from help of any kind. I heard how you buried them in your own field. I have prayed to all the saints for you.'
"So Isaac led him to the field and showed him his brother's grave, which Isaac had marked along with all the rest. God help my poor man, he was too much a coward to speak. So the Russian stayed with us until evening, and he kissed us both on both cheeks and went away blessing us. Oh, God forgive us! God forgive us!
"Ever since then, he's been sending us precious packages through the post office. Wonderful things such as these." She stopped her story and went to Isaac to make sure that he was comfortable in his chair.
"It's all we can do to get rid of them by giving them to travelers like yourself."