Array ( [profile] => Array ( [id] => 308195853 [nickname] => ——————————————————————————————————— AMG ———————————————————————————————————GMA——————————————————————————————————— [domain] => idbedgrim [bdate] => 1.1.1996 [city] => Array ( [id] => 1515864 [title] => Boston ) [photo_max] => https://sun1-95.userapi.com/s/v1/ig2/3lQ7RcMCF9sMgAecZz3VSBjfxRX33PiI2_AhpXiwwOudnDBz2gWeWvln9KA4w4Fs-iCfpVrMS7dt6wB0tWS9idIM.jpg?quality=96&crop=228,200,393,393&as=32x32,48x48,72x72,108x108,160x160,240x240,360x360&ava=1&cs=400x400 [interests] => Once a rich Englishwoman called Mrs Johnson decided to have a birthday party. She invited a lot of guests and a singer. The singer was poor, but he had a very good voice. The singer got to Mrs Johnson's house at exactly six o'clock as he had been asked to do, but when he went in, he saw through a door that the dining-room was already full of guests, who were sitting round a big table in the middle of the room. The guests were eating, joking, laughing, and talking loudly. Mrs Johnson came out to him, and he thought she was going to ask him to join them, when she said, "We're glad, sir, that you have come. You will be singing after dinner, I'll call you as soon as we're ready to listen to you. Now will you go into the kitchen and have dinner, too, please?" The singer was very angry, but said nothing. At first he wanted to leave Mrs Johnson's house at once, but then he changed his mind and decided to stay and teach her and her rich guests a good lesson. When the singer went into the kitchen, the servants were having dinner, too. He joined them. After dinner, the singer thanked everybody and said, "Well, now I'm going to sing to you, my good friends." And he sang them some beautiful songs. Soon Mrs Johnson called the singer. "Well, sir, we're ready." "Ready?" asked the singer. "What are you ready for?" "To listen to you, " said Mrs Johnson in an angry voice. "Listen to me? But I have already sung, and I'm afraid I shan't be able to sing any more tonight." "Where did you sing?" "In the kitchen. I always sing for those I have dinner with." [books] => Noothing [tv] => Nothing [quotes] => [about] => Among the passengers travelling home by train from Florence there was a certain Miss Bradley. I only noticed her when passing down the corridor, because of her really remarkable plainness. She was rather a large, awkward woman of about thirty-five with a big, red nose, and large spectacles. Later on, when I went to the dining-car, Miss Bradley was already seated, and the attendant placed me opposite her. I think we may have exchanged half a dozen words at dinner, when passing one another the sugar or the bread. But they were certainly all we exchanged, and after we left the dining-car, I did not see Miss Bradley again until we reached Calais Maritime. And then our acquaintance really began, and it began entirely on my initiative. There were plenty of porters, and I called one without difficulty from the window of the train. But as I got off, I saw Miss Bradley standing on the platform with two large very old suit-cases. The porters were passing her by. I am quite sure that had she been an even slightly attractive woman, I should not have gone up to her, but she was so ugly, and looked so helpless that I approached her, and said: "My porter has a barrow. Would you like him to put your cases on it too?" Miss Bradley turned and looked at me. "Oh — thank you. It is very kind of you." My porter, without great enthusiasm, added her luggage to mine; and in a few minutes we found ourselves on board the Channel ferry. Before the boat had been under way for ten minutes, I realized that Miss Bradley was a remarkable bore. Shyly and hesitantly she kept on talking about nothing, and made no remark worth taking notice of. I learned that she had been in Italy a fortnight, visiting her sister who was married to an Italian. She had never been out of England before. I did not look forward to travelling to London with her for another four hours, so excusing myself I went along to the booking-office on board the boat and booked myself a seat on the Golden Arrow. Miss Bradley was travelling by the ordinary boat train, so this would mean that we should part at Dover. At Dover I hired one of the crew to carry our luggage. Normally, passengers for the Golden Arrow are dealt with by the customs first, as the train leaves twenty minutes before the ordinary boat train. When the boy asked if we were going on the Golden Arrow, I hesitated and then said "Yes". It was too difficult to explain that one of us was and one of us wasn't, and then it would get Miss Bradley through the customs quickly. As we went towards the Customs Hall, I explained carefully to her that my train left before hers, but that I would see her through the customs; the boy would then take the luggage to our trains, and she could sit comfortably in hers till it left. Miss Bradley said, "Oh, thank you very much." The boy, of course, had put our suit-cases together on the counter, and Miss Bradley and I went and stood before them. In due course the customs examiner reached us, looked at the four suitcases in that human X-ray manner which customs examiners must practise night and morning, and said, "This is all yours?" I was not quite sure whether he was speaking to me, or me and Miss Bradley. So I replied, "Well — mine and this lady's". The examiner said, "But you're together?" "For the moment," I said rather foolishly, smiling at Miss Bradley. "Yes," said the customs man patiently. "But are you travelling together? Is this your joint luggage?" "Well, no. Not exactly. We're just sharing a porter " I pointed my cases out. I had nothing to declare, and declared it. Without asking me to open them, the examiner chalked the cases and then, instead of moving to my left and dealing with Miss Bradley, moved to the right, and began X-raying somebody else's luggage. The boy took my cases off the counter [games] => [movies] => Nothing [activities] => The big clock on the tower of the Palace of Westminster in London is often called Big Ben. But Big Ben is really the bell of the clock. It is the biggest clock bell in Britain. It weighs 13.5 tons. The clock tower is 318 feet high. You have to go up 374 steps to reach the top. So the clock looks small from the pavement below the tower. But its face is 23 feet wide. It would only just fit into some classrooms. The minute-hand is 14 feet long. Its weight is equal to that of two bags of coal. The hour-hand is 9 feet long. The clock bell is called Big Ben after Sir Benjamin Hall. He had the job to see that the bell was put up. Sir Benjamin was a big man. One day he said in Parliament, "Shall we call the bell St. Stephen's?" St. Stephen's is the name of the tower. But someone said for a joke, "Why not call it Big Ben?" Now the bell is known all over the world by that name. 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