a cairn (16) - a mound of rough stones built as a memorial or landmark, typically on a hilltop or skyline. Situation: Albertine was explaining that when she was young, her grandma seemed to her the same size as the rock cairns commemorating Indian defeats around there. to cut a figure (17) - present oneself or appear in a particular way. Situation: Albertine was telling that she adored June for adult confidences and for the figure she cut when she was talking. morosely (26) - not feeling very cheerful. (gloomily) situation: King was upset and sat morosely in the car with a beer. to cajole (36) - persuade (someone) to do something by sustained coaxing or flattery. Situation: Lynette cajoled Eli to wear a hat for a while and then she took it. to relent (39) - abandon or mitigate a severe or harsh attitude, especially by finally yielding to a request. Situation: When Lipsha was talking about mother with Albertine he
4. mates` opinion Film review ,,Educating Rita" Some English lessons ago I saw a comedy about a teacher and a very memorable student. It was filmed abot 30 years ago by A young wife decides to complete her education and take her exams. She meets a professor who teaches her to value her own insights while still being able to beat the exams. Bored with teaching undergraduates English literature, Frank Bryant morosely reflects through a whisky glass on his failed marriage and his attempt at becoming a poet. His world is turned upside down by the arrival of Rita, a hairdresser who has decided to find herself by taking an Open University course. And then Rita crashes into Dr. Frank Bryant's life wanting an education, although she has no idea what it is that she's asking. Her brash sincerity earns the respect of the doctor who has previously resigned himself to a life of empty lectures and booze
.. while we hunted." His jaw tightened. "That would be bad?" He spoke from between clenched teeth. "Extremely." "Because... ?" He took a deep breath and stared through the windshield at the thick, rolling clouds that seemed to press down, almost within reach. "When we hunt," he spoke slowly, unwillingly, "we give ourselves over to our senses... govern less with our minds. Especially our sense of smell. If you were anywhere near me when I lost control that way..." He shook his head, still gazing morosely at the heavy clouds. I kept my expression firmly under control, expecting the swift flash of his eyes to judge my reaction that soon followed. My face gave nothing away. But our eyes held, and the silence deepened -- and changed. Flickers of the electricity I'd felt this afternoon began to charge the atmosphere as he gazed unrelentingly into my eyes. It wasn't until my head started to swim that I realized I wasn't breathing. When I drew in a jagged breath, breaking the stillness,
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