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people than may be necessary and what she calls right. In short, what
                            the weaker of her own sex sometimes call a cat.

                                                           ***

                                                                     (From “Man and Superman”
                                                                                   by B.Shaw)

                            Mr    John  Tanner    suddenly  opens  the  door  and  enters.  He  is  too
                            young  to be described simply  as a big  man with a beard. But  it  is
                            already plain that middle life will find him in that category. He has
                            still some of the slimness of youth; but youthfulness is not the effect
                            he aims at: his frock coat would befit a prime minister; and a certain
                            chested carriage  of  the shoulders, a  lofty pose  of the  head, and the
                            Olympian  majesty  with  which  a  mane,  or  rather  a  huge  whisp,  of
                            hazel  colored  hair  is  thrown  back  from  an  imposing  brow,  suggest
                            Jupiter  rather  than  Appolo.  He  is  prodigiously  fluent  of  speech,
                            restless, excitable (mark the snoring nostril and the restless blue eye,
                            just  the  thirty-secondth  of  an  inch  too  wide  open),  possibly  a  little
                            mad. He is carefully dressed, not  from the  vanity that cannot resist
                            finery,  but  from  a  sense  of  the  importance  of  everything  he  does
                            which leads him to make as much of paying a call as other men do of
                            getting married or laying a foundation stone. A sensitive, susceptible,
                            exaggerative,  earnest  man:  a  megol-maniac,  who  would  be  lost
                            without a sense of  humor. Just at present the sense of  honour  is  in
                            abeyance.
                                                           ***


                            3. Render in English.
                                                                                 В.Симоненко
                                             Ти знаєш, що ти людина.
                                             Ти знаєш про це чи ні?
                                             Усмішка твоя - єдина,
                                             Мука твоя - єдина,
                                             Очі твої - одні.
                                             Більше тебе не буде.
                                             Завтра на цій землі
                                             Інші ходитимуть люди,
                                             Інші кохатимуть люди -


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