Вниманию читателей предлагается широко известный фантастический роман Г. Дж. Уэллса «Пища богов».
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Герберт Джордж Уэллс. The Food of the Gods / Пища богов. Книга для чтения на английском языке
Book I. The Dawn of the Food
Chapter The First. The Discovery of the Food
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Chapter The Second. The Experimental Farm
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Chapter The Third. The Giant Rats
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Chapter The Fourth. The Giant Children
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Chapter The Fifth. The Minimificence of Mr. Bensington
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Book II. The Food in the Village
Chapter The First. The Coming of the Food
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Chapter The Second. The Brat Gigantic
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Book III. The Harvest of the Food
Chapter The First. The Altered World
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Chapter The Second. The Giant Lovers
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Chapter The Third. Young Caddles in London
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Chapter The Fourth. Redwood’s Two Days
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Chapter The Fifth. The Giant Leaguer
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Vocabulary
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Отрывок из книги
In the middle years of the nineteenth century there first became abundant in this strange world of ours a class of men, men tending for the most part to become elderly, who are called, and who are very properly called, but who dislike extremely to be called – “Scientists.” They dislike that word so much that from the columns of Nature[1], which was from the first their distinctive and characteristic paper, it is as carefully excluded as if it were – that other word which is the basis of all really bad language in this country. But the Great Public and its Press know better, and “Scientists” they are, and when they emerge to any sort of publicity, “distinguished scientists” and “eminent scientists” and “well-known scientists” is the very least we call them.
Certainly both Mr. Bensington and Professor Redwood quite merited any of these terms long before they came upon the marvellous discovery of which this story tells. Mr. Bensington was a Fellow[2] of the Royal Society and a former president of the Chemical Society, and Professor Redwood was Professor of Physiology in the Bond Street College of the London University, and he had been grossly libelled by the anti-vivisectionists time after time. And they had led lives of academic distinction from their very earliest youth.
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“If one of those brasted birds ’ave pecked ’er,” began Mr. Witherspoons and left the full horror to their unaided imaginations…
It appeared to the meeting at the time that it would be an interesting end to an eventful day to go on with Skinner and see if anything had happened to Mrs. Skinner. One never knows what luck one may have when accidents are at large[36]. But Skinner, standing at the bar and drinking his hot gin and water, with one eye roving over the things at the back of the bar and the other fixed on the Absolute, missed the psychological moment.
