Researchers’ Night – Nacht der Forschung – La Nuit des Chercheurs –
La Noche de los Investigadores – Noc vědců
23. září 2011
www.lingua.muni.cz Centrum jazykového vzdělávání MU www.vjs.muni.cz
I. In two minutes, find as many different verbs in the past tense as possible.
(The complete list of the verbs in the past tense will be available on www.lingua.muni.cz and
www.vjs.muni.cz from 11th Oct. 2011.)
He blew the dirt from his nose. His snot was mud and it covered his
mouth. But the woods were near, there would be streams and
waterfalls and lakes in there. He imagined a paradise. When the rising
howl of a diving Stuka sounded again, he struggled to place the sound.
Was it the all-clear? His thoughts too were clogged. He could not spit or
swallow, he could not easily breathe, and ho could not think. Then, at
the sight of the farmer with his dog still waiting patiently under the
tree, it came back to him, he remembered everything and he turned to
look back. Where the woman and her son had been was a crater. Even
as he saw it, he thought he had always known. That was why he had to
leave them. His business was to survive, though he had forgotten why.
He kept on towards the woods.
He walked a few steps into the tree cover, and sat in the new
undergrowth with his back to a birch sampling. His only thought was of
water. There were more than two hundred people sheltering in the
woods, including some wounded who had dragged themselves in. There
was a man, a civilian, not far off, crying and shouting in pain. Turner got
up and moved further away. All the new greenery spoke to him only of
water. The attack continued on the road and over the village. He cleared
away old leaves and used his helmet to dig. The soil was damp but no
water oozed into the hole he had made, even when it was eighteen
inches deep. So he sat and thought about water and tried to clean his
tongue against his sleeve. When a Stuka dived, it was impossible not to
tense and shrink, though each time he thought he didn´t have the
strength. Towards the end they came over to strafe the woods, but to no
effect. Leaves and twigs tumbled from the canopy. Then the planes were
gone, and in the huge silence that loomed over the fields and trees and
the village, there was not even birdsong. After a while, from the
direction of the road came blasts of a whistle for the all-clear. But no
one moved. He remembered this from last time. They were too dazed,
they were in shock from repeated episodes of terror.
Ian McEwan: Atonement, Vintage Books, London, 2007, p. 238
Žlutě jsou vyznačeny všechny minulé časy.
Červené písmo znamená, že se jedná o předminulý čas.