помоги с переводом One afternoon, in a dark wood, little Red Riding Hood was on her way to her grandmother s house, carrying a basket

Julie and Cindy are best friends.They I)......each other since they were five years old.They met on the very first day of school. On that very special day, Cindy was very frightened. She didn't want to leave her mother and go into the classroom with her new teacher.

street in the city.
There was a queue of about half a dozen people also waiting to change their dollars. Now queuing is something that the English do when they have to but we tend to think how to avoid the queue - usually find another place or later time.
This time I was saved by a young man who suggested that if I wanted to change a few dollars we could do it quicker outside in the street.
I followed him outside and gave him the two $50 notes. While I was waiting for the money I was tapped on the shoulder by another young man who explained to me that it was a slightly dangerous practice to change money on the street.
I was embarrassed by this warning, and now wantend to get out of this situation as soon as possible. I turned to the chap and he returned the money immediately and went down the street. I stuffed the money in my pocket and went in the other direction to find another place to change my cash, But when I took the two notes out of my pocket i saw two one dollar notes! I might have saved ten minutes but I had lost nearly $100 instead and all because of my own stupid greed and impatience.
I was still wondering where to seek help when I saw the two chaps who had taken my dollars. I came up up to them and asked if they wanted me to explain the story to the militiaman who was a few metres away. They quickly handed me the two $50 notes - which this time I checked before pocketing them.
I was so glad to have my greed rewarded with some great luck that I gave them back theIr two one dollar notes - so they could catch someone else out? I don't know why!

within ours, with a fluid medium in between." And that was the first theory of geomagnetism. (Read the paper here.) Today, we believe that the Earth's magnetic field is generated as the inner core, a sphere of solid iron inside the liquid outer core, spins out of phase with the rest of the planet. Essentially, Halley was right.
Similarly Halley made the first map of the world's winds, setting the baseline for another great field of geophysics, atmospheric dynamics. And he applied Newton's new physics to the problem of predicting the tides from the Sun and Moon's gravity. Thus he did his part for the Newtonian revolution, which united the physical laws of heaven and Earth. Along those lines, he suggested in 1694 that comets might strike the Earth, a subject he said he would "leave to be discussed by the studious of physical matters." And so we discuss cosmic impacts to this day.
PS: Halley's first geophysical voyage was the model for scientific research cruises of later years. Captain James Cook's first voyage in 1769 was made to observe a transit of Venus. Halley had proposed these observations as the best method of measuring the true distances of the Sun and planets, at the time one of science's most vexing problems. The last one was in 2004, the first since 1882; the next one is in 2012.

PHYSICAL AND CHEMICAL CHANGESTransformations are of two kinds, known as physical and chemical changes.Physical changes are those which effect the state or condition of matter withoutchanging its composition. There is no change in the composition of a substancewhen it is transformed from the liquid to the gaseous state by heating, or from theliquid to the solid state by cooling, and vice versa. Thus, in all three states, stream,water, and ice are all the same substance, made up of the simpler substances,hydrogen and oxygen. The state, but not the composition is effected by the process ofheating or cooling.By changes in the conditions of a substance are meant changes such as when asolid mass is made to fine powder, salt or sugar are dissolved in water. It is clear thatsuch transformations like the changes from one state of matter to another, do notaffect the composition of the material. The fine power of a substance may be madesolid again, and we get back the sail or sugar unchanged by evaporating the water.Chemical changes, however, are those matter changes in which changes ofcomposition does take place and the new substance formed will not return to itsoriginal state, unless it is subjected to another chemical change. Thus iron, when it iseffected by moist a ir, is slowly transformed into iron rust entirely different in itsproperties from the original iron. The new substances will not become iron againwhen it is allowed to stand, although the iron can be obtained from it if it issubjected to the proper conditions

and indeed three or four of the twenty staff-members did sometimes use it after respectable hours.

That morning Martin had isolated a new strain of staphylococcus bacteria from the carbuncle of a patient in the Lower Manhattan hospital, a carbuncle which was healing with unusual rapidity. He had placed a bit of the pus in broth and incubated it. In eight hours a good growth of bacteria had appeared. Before going wearily home he had returned the flask to the incubator.

He was not particularly interested in it, and now, in his laboratory, he removed his military blouse, looked down to the lights on the blue-black river, smoked a little, thought that he was a dog not to be gentler to Leora, and damned Bert Tozer and Pickerbaugh and Tubbs and anybody else who was handy to his memory before he absent-mindedly wavered to the incubator, and found that the flask, in which there should have been a perceptible cloudy growth, had no longer any signs of bacteria — of staphylococci.

"Now what the hell!" he cried. "Why, the broth's as clear as when I seeded it! Now what the — Think of this fool accident coming up just when I was going to start something new!"

He hastened from the incubator, in a closet off the corridor, to his laboratory and, holding the flask under a strong light, made certain that he had seen aright. He fretfully prepared a scope. He discovered nothing but shadows of what had been bacteria: thin outlines, the form still there but the cell substance gone; minute skeletons on an infinitesimal battlefield.

He raised his head from the microscope, rubbed his tired eyes, reflectively rubbed his neck — his blouse was off, his collar on the floor, his shirt open at the throat. He considered:

"Something funny there. This culture was growing all right, and now it's committed suicide. Never heard of bugs doing that before. I've hit something! What caused it? Some chemical change? Something organic?"

...A detective, hunting the murderer of bacteria... he rushed upstairs to the library, consulted the American and English authorities and, laboriously, the French and German. He found nothing.

He worried lest there might, somehow, have been no living staphylococci in the pus which he had used for seeding the broth — none there to die. At a hectic run, not stopping for lights, bumping corners and sliding on the too perfect tile floor, he skidded down the stairs and galloped through the corridors to his room. He found the remains of the original pus, made a smear on a glass slide, and stained it with gentian-violet, nervously dribbling out one drop of the gorgeous dye. He sprang to the microscope. As he bent over the brass tube and focused the objective, into the gray-lavender circular field of vision rose to existence the grape-like clusters of staphylococcus germs, purple dots against the blank plane.

"Staph in it all right!" he shouted.

Then he forgot Leora, war, night, weariness, success, everything as he charged into preparations for an experiment, his first great experiment. He paced furiously, rather dizzy. He shook himself into calmness and settled down at a table, among rings and spirals of cigarette smoke, to list on small sheets of paper all the possible causes of suicide in the bacteria — all the questions he had to answer and the experiments which should answer them. [...]

By this time it was six o'clock of a fine wide August morning, and as he ceased his swift work, as taunted nerves slackened, he looked out of his lofty window and was conscious of the world below: bright roofs, jubilant towers, and a high- decked Sound steamer swaggering up the glossy river.

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