Lesson 3. № 17. ГДЗ Английский язык 5 класс Верещагина. Нужен перевод, плиз!

a) Read the text and say if Uncle Oscar ['ɒskə] was happy in his family.
b) Choose the best variant and complete the sentences after the text.
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO UNCLE OSCAR?
(after George P. Me Callum)
Part I
I would like to tell you what happened to my Uncle Oscar, or I
would rather try to understand it and explain it to you.
 
My Uncle Oscar was a very nice man. Every morning on Mon-
day, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday he usually took the
seven forty-five (7.45) bus and started for work. He went to the
bank early in the morning as he was an accountant2 (and by the
way, a very good one). He worked hard all day long and returned
home rather late. My uncle was forty-seven years old, married and
had two children.
 
His wife’s name was Agatha ['ægəϴə]. Aunt Agatha was fond of talking and always talked too much and in a very loud
voice. That’s why I think Uncle Oscar seldom had much to say. Their
two children, Elizabeth and Julian, were not very pleasant. Both of
them were large and loud like their mother. And they were selfish3
and greedy4 too. They didn’t think about their father much. He
was a little quiet man, who spoke little and went about unnoticed.5
He liked music but didn’t play the piano, the violin, the flute or
any other musical instrument. He practically never went to the the-
atre or to the cinema and he didn’t visit exhibitions or museums either.
 
Uncle Oscar didn’t go in for sports. He was not fond of swim-
ming, skiing or playing golf. You could never see him in the sitting
room in front of the television watching sports programmes. Uncle
 
Oscar never complained1 about his boring life. I knew he had a hob-
by. He had a very good collection of stamps and was happy only
when he worked on his stamp collection. He was a real collector. His
children took no interest in their father’s hobby. But I, his nephew,
did. Uncle Oscar showed me some stamps and explained that they
were really very expensive.
 
Then on the 14th of October 1951 Uncle Oscar got up as usu-
al at 6.45 (six forty-five), made his own breakfast (Aunt Agatha,
Elizabeth and Julian were still in bed; they never got up before 8),
left the house and went to the bus stop. Some people who were at
the bus stop that day didn’t see him at all. The others were not so
sure. They couldn’t say anything definite. But that was the kind of
person Uncle Oscar was. Other people seldom noticed him. One thing
was certain: he never got to the bank that morning.