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shops lighted two hours before their time—as the gas seems to know, for it has a haggard and unwilling look. The raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation, Temple Bar. And hard by Temple Bar, in Lincoln’s Inn Hall, at the very heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery.Never can there come fog too thick, never can there come mud and mire too deep, to assort with the groping and floundering condition which this High Court of Chancery, most pestilent of hoary sinners, holds this day in the sight of heaven and earth.On such an afternoon, if ever, the Lord High Chancellor ought to be sitting her—as here he is—with a foggy glory round his head, softly fenced in with crimson cloth and curtains, addressed by a large advocate with great whiskers, a little voice, and an interminable brief, and outwardly directing his contemplation to the lantern in the roof, where he can see nothing but fog. On such an afternoon some score of members of the High Court of Chancery bar ought to be—as here they are—mistily engaged in one of the ten thousand stages of an endless cause, tripping one another up on slippery precedents, groping knee-deep in technicalities, running their goat-hair and horsehair warded heads against walls of words and making a pretence of equity with serious faces, as players might. On such an afternoon the various solicitors in the cause, some two or three of whom have inherited it from their fathers, who made a fortune by it, ought to be—as are they not?—ranged in a line, in a long matted well (but you might look in vain for truth at the bottom of it) between the registrar’s red table and the silk gowns, with bills, cross-bills, answers, rejoinders, injunctions, affidavits, issues, references to masters, masters’ reports, mountains of costly nonsense, piled before them. Well may the court be dim, with wasting candles here and there; well may the fog hang heavy in it, as if it would never get out; well may the stained-glass windows lose their colour and admit no light of day into the place; well may the uninitiated from the streets, who peep in through the glass panes in the door, be deterred from entrance by its owlish aspect and by the drawl, languidly echoing to the roof from the padded dais where the Lord High Chancellor looks into the lantern that has no light in it and where the attendant wigs are all stuck in a fog-bank! This is the Court of Chancery, which has its decaying houses and its blighted lands in every shire, which has its worn-out lunatic in every madhouse and its dead in every churchyard, which has its ruined suitor with his slipshod heels and threadbare dress borrowing and begging through the round of every man’s acquaintance, which gives to monied might the means abundantly of wearying out the right, which so exhausts finances, patience, courage, hope, so overthrows the brain and breaks the heart, that there is not an honourable man among its practitioners who would not give—who does not often give—the warning, ‘Suffer any wrong that can be done you rather than come here!

Who happen to be in the Lord Chancellor’s court this murky afternoon besides the Lord Chancellor, the counsel in the cause, two or three counsel who are never in any cause, and the well of solicitors before mentioned? There is the registrar below the judge, in wig and gown; and there are two or three maces, or pettybags, or privy purses, or whatever they may be, in legal court suits. These are all yawning, for no crumb of amusement ever falls from Jarndyce and Jarndyce (the cause in hand), which was squeezed dry years upon years ago. The short-hand writers, the reporters of the court, and the reporters of the newspapers invariably decamp with the rest of the regulars when Jarndyce and Jarndyce comes on. Their places are a blank. Standing on a seat at the side of the hall, the better to peer into the curtained sanctuary, is a little mad old woman in a squeezed bonnet who is always in court, from its sitting to its rising, and always expecting some incomprehensible judgment to be given in her favour. Some say she really is, or was, a party to a suit, but no one knows for certain because no one cares. She carries some small litter in a reticule which she calls her documents, principally consisting of paper matches and dry lavender. A sallow prisoner has come up, in custody, for the halfdozenth time to make a personal application ‘to purge himself of his contempt,’ which, being a solitary surviving executor who has fallen into a state of conglomeration about accounts of which it is not pretended that he had ever any knowledge, he is not at all likely ever to do. In the meantime his prospects in life are ended. Another ruined suitor, who periodically appears from Shropshire and breaks out into efforts to address the Chancellor at the close of the day’s business and who can by no means be made to understand that the Chancellor is legally ignorant of his existence after making it desolate for a quarter of a century, plants himself in a good place and keeps an eye on the judge, ready to call out ‘My Lord!’ in a voice of sonorous complaint on the instant of his rising. A few lawyers’ clerks and others who know this suitor by sight linger on the chance of his furnishing some fun and enlivening the dismal weather a little.

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Jarndyce and Jarndyce drones on. This scarecrow of a suit has, in course of time, become so complicated that no man alive knows what it means. The parties to it understand it least, but it has been observed that no two Chancery lawyers can talk about it for five minutes without coming to a total disagreement as to all the premises. Innumerable children have been born into the cause; innumerable young people have married into it; innumerable old people have died out of it. Scores of persons have deliriously found themselves made parties in Jarndyce and Jarndyce without knowing how or why; whole families have inherited legendary hatreds with the suit. The little plaintiff or defendant who was promised a new rocking-horse when Jarndyce and Jarndyce should be settled has grown up, possessed himself of a real horse, and trotted away into the other world. Fair wards of court have faded into mothers and grandmothers; a long procession of Chancellors has come in and gone out; the legion of bills in the suit have been transformed into mere bills of mortality; there are not three Jarndyces left upon the earth perhaps since old Tom Jarndyce in despair blew his brains out at a coffee-house in Chancery Lane; but Jarndyce and Jarndyce still drags its dreary length before the court, perennially hopeless.

Task 5

"Snow"

I remember the cold night you brought in a pile of logs and a chipmunk jumped off as you lowered your arms. «What do you think you’re doing in here?” you said, as it ran through the living room. It went through the library and stopped at the front door as though it knew the house well. This would be difficult for anyone to believe, except perhaps as the subject of a poem. Our first week in the house was spent scraping, finding some of the house’s secrets, like wallpaper underneath wallpaper. In the kitchen, a pattern of white-gold trellises supported purple grapes as big and round as Ping-Pong balls. When we painted the walls yellow, I thought of the bits of grape that remained underneath and imagined the vine popping through, the way some plants can tenaciously push through anything. The day of the big snow, when you had to shovel the walk and couldn’t find your cap and asked me how to wind a towel so that it would stay on your head – you, in white towel turban, like a crazy king of snow. People liked the idea of our being together leaving the city for the country. So many people visited, and the fire place made all of them want to tell amazing stories: the child who happened to be standing on the right corner when the door of the ice-cream truck came open and hundreds of Popsicles crashed out; the man standing on the beach, sand sparkling in the sun, one bit glinting more than the rest, stooping to find a diamond ring. Did they talk about amazing things because they thought we’d run into one of them? Now I think they probably guessed it wouldn’t work it was as hopeless as giving a child a matched cup and saucer. Remember the night, out on the lawn, knee-deep in snow, chins pointed at the sky as the wind whirled down all that whiteness? It seemed that the world had been turned upside down, and we were looking into an enormous field of Queen Anne’s lace. Later, headlights off, our car was the first to ride through the newly fallen snow. The world outside the car looked solarised.

You remember it differently. You remember that the cold settled in stages, that a small curve of light was shaved from the moon night after night, until you were no longer surprised the sky was black, that the chipmunk ran to hide in the dark, not simply to a door that led to its escape. Our visitors told the same stories people always tell. One night, giving me lessons in storytelling, you said, “Any life will seem dramatic if you omit mention of most of it”

This, then, for drama: I drove back to that house not long ago. It was April, and Allen had died. In spite of all the visitors, Allen, next door, had been the good friend in bad times. I sat with his wife in their living room looking out the grass doors to the backyard, and there was Allen’s pool, still covered with black plastic that had been stretched across it for winter. It had rained, and as the rain fell, the cover collected more and more water until it finally spilled onto the concrete. When I left that day, I drove past what had been our house. Three or four crocuses were blooming in the front – just a few dots of white, no field of snow. I felt embarrassed for them. They couldn’t compete.

This is a story, told the way you say stories should be told: Somebody grew up, fell in love, and spent a winter with her lover in the country. This, of course, is the barest outline, and futile to discuss. It as pointless as throwing birdseed on the ground while snow still falls fast. Who expects small things to survive when even the largest get lost? People forget years and remember moments. Seconds and symbols are left to sum things up: the black shroud over the pool. Love, in its shortest form, becomes a word. What I remember about all that time is one winter. The snow. Even now, saying “snow”, my lips move so that they kiss the air.

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No mention has been made of the snowplow that seemed always to be there, scraping snow off our narrow road – an artery cleared, though neither of us could have said where the heart was.

Task 6

"The Forsyte Saga"

He woke in the morning so unrefreshed and strengthless that he sent for the doctor. After sounding him, the fellow pulled a face as long as your arm, and ordered him to stay in bed and give up smoking. That was no hardship; there was nothing to get up for, and when he felt ill, tobacco always lost its savour. He spent the morning languidly with the sun-blinds down, turning and re-turning The Times, not reading much, the dog Balthasar lying beside his bed. With his lunch they brought him a telegram, running thus: ‘Your letter received coming down this afternoon will be with you at four-thirty. Irene.’

Coming down! After all! Then she did exist—and he was not deserted. Coming down! A glow ran through his limbs; his cheeks and forehead felt hot. He drank his soup, and pushed the tray-table away, lying very quiet until they had removed lunch and left him alone; but every now and then his eyes twinkled. Coming down! His heart beat fast, and then did not seem to beat at all. At three o’clock he got up and dressed deliberately, noiselessly. Holly and Mam’zelle would be in the schoolroom, and the servants asleep after their dinner, he shouldn’t wonder. He opened his door cautiously, and went downstairs. In the hall the dog Balthasar lay solitary, and, followed by him, old Jolyon passed into his study and out into the burning afternoon. He meant to go down and meet her in the coppice, but felt at once he could not manage that in this heat. He sat down instead under the oak tree by the swing, and the dog Balthasar, who also felt the heat, lay down beside him. He sat there smiling. What a revel of bright minutes! What a hum of insects, and cooing of pigeons! It was the quintessence of a summer day. Lovely! And he was happy—happy as a sand-boy, whatever that might be. She was coming; she had not given him up! He had everything in life he wanted—except a little more breath, and less weight—just here! He would see her when she emerged from the fernery, come swaying just a little, a violet-grey figure passing over the daisies and dandelions and ‘soldiers’ on the lawn—the soldiers with their flowery crowns. He would not move, but she would come up to him and say: ‘Dear Uncle Jolyon, I am sorry!’ and sit in the swing and let him look at her and tell her that he had not been very well but was all right now; and that dog would lick her hand. That dog knew his master was fond of her; that dog was a good dog.

It was quite shady under the tree; the sun could not get at him, only make the rest of the world bright so that he could see the Grand Stand at Epsom away out there, very far, and the cows cropping the clover in the field and swishing at the flies with their tails. He smelled the scent of limes, and lavender. Ah! That was why there was such a racket of bees. They were excited—busy, as his heart was busy and excited. Drowsy, too, drowsy and drugged on honey and happiness; as his heart was drugged and drowsy. Summer — summer — they seemed saying; great bees and little bees, and the flies too!

The stable clock struck four; in half an hour she would be here. He would have just one tiny nap, because he had had so little sleep of late; and then he would be fresh for her, fresh for youth and beauty, coming towards him across the sunlit lawn—lady in grey! And settling back in his chair he closed his eyes. Some thistle-down came on what little air there was, and pitched on his moustache more white than itself. He did not know; but his breathing stirred it, caught there. A ray of sunlight struck through and lodged on his boot. A bumble-bee alighted and strolled on the crown of his Panama hat. And the delicious surge of slumber reached the brain beneath that hat, and the head swayed forward and rested on his breast. Summer — summer! So went the hum.

The stable clock struck the quarter past. The dog Balthasar stretched and looked up at his master. The thistledown no longer moved. The dog placed his chin over the sunlit foot. It did not stir. The dog withdrew his chin quickly, rose, and leaped on old Jolyon’s lap, looked in his face, whined; then, leaping down, sat on his haunches, gazing up. And suddenly he uttered a long, long howl.

But the thistledown was still as death, and the face of his old master.

Summer — summer — summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!

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Task 1

ДОГОВОР № 5

НА ПОСТАВКУ ТОВАРОВ

г. ____________ «_____»_________ 20__ г.

_____________(наименование организации), Россия, именуемом в дальнейшем Покупатель, в лице__________(должность, Ф.И.О.), действующего на основании Устава с одной стороны, и Фирма _______(наименование фирмы, страна), именуемая в дальнейшем Продавец, в лице Главного Представителя _____(ФИО), действующего на основании Устава, с другой стороны, заключили настоящий договор о нижеследующем:

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1. Предмет контракта

1.1. Продавец продал, а Покупатель купил ___________, именуемый в дальнейшем «Товар», на условиях СИФ Санкт-Петербург в количестве, ассортименте, по ценам и срокам, указанным в приложении Nо.1, которое является неотъемлемой частью настоящего контракта.

1.2. Правила Толкования Торговых терминов – «Международные торговые термины» («Incoterms») имеют обязательный характер для сторон в рамках настоящего договора.

2. Цена

2.1. Цена устанавливается в размере ____ долл. США согласно Приложению Nо.1. В цену товара включена стоимость тары, упаковки и маркировки, погрузки товара на борт судна, укладки товара, Таможенная «очистка» товара для его вывоза, страховка, фрахт.

3. Страховка и риск гибели товара

3.1. Продавец обязан заключить договор морского страхования от риска, гибели или повреждения товара во время перевозки.

3.2. Риск случайной гибели товара лежит на Продавце товара и переходит на Покупателя после пересечения товара борта судна в порту отправления.

3.3. Утрата или повреждение товара после того, как риск перешел на Покупателя, не освобождает его от обязанности уплатить цену, если только утрата или повреждение не были вызваны действиями или упущениями Продавца.

4. Сроки и условия поставки

4.1. Поставка товара по настоящему контракту должна быть произведена в следующие сроки __________ согласно приложению к настоящему договору. Продавцу предоставляется право досрочной отгрузки товара с разрешения Покупателя.

4.2. В случае непоставки или недопоставки товара в срок, указанный в п. 4.1. настоящего контракта Покупатель может установить дополнительный срок разумной продолжительности для исполнения Продавцом своих обязательств. За исключением случаев, когда Покупатель получил извещение от Продавца в том, что он не осуществит исполнения в течение установленного таким образом срока, Покупатель не может в течение этого срока прибегать к каким-либо средствам правовой защиты от нарушения договора. Покупатель, однако, не лишается тем самым права требовать возмещения убытков за просрочку в исполнении.

5. Платеж

5.1. Платеж по настоящему контракту осуществляется Покупателем следующим образом: Покупатель переводит на счет Продавца авансовый платеж в размере___% от суммы настоящего контракта. Оплата Покупателем оставшейся суммы в размере __% от стоимости контракта осуществляется течение ___ дней после получения следующих документов: счет Продавца в 3-х экземплярах; коносаментов на имя Покупателя; спецификация в 3-х экземплярах; сертификат качества в 3-х экземплярах, представленный Продавцом; страховой полис – один оригинал и две фотокопии; упаковочный лист в 1 экземпляре для каждого ящика.

6. Качество товара и гарантия

6.1. Качество отгружаемого товара должно полностью соответствовать __________________.

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7. Упаковка и маркировка

7.1. Упаковка должна обеспечивать полную сохранность товара и предохранить при транспортировке всеми видами транспорта с учетом перевалок.

7.2. На каждой упаковке должна быть нанесена несмываемой краской следующая маркировка: номер контракта, номер транса, номер места, вес брутто в кг., наименование получателя, <Осторожно>, <Не бросать>, <Держать в сухом месте>.

7.3. В случае поставки Товара в дефектной таре Покупатель имеет право вернуть товар Продавцу. В этом случае транспортные и другие расходы, связанные с поставкой и возвратом товара, относятся на счет Продавца.

7.4. Основанием для возврата товара будет считаться акт, составленный в пункте назначения.

8. Порядок отгрузки

8.1. Продавец сообщает по телеграфу/телефаксу Покупателю о готовности товара к отгрузке не позднее, чем за ___ дней до планируемой даты отгрузки.

8.2. В каждой отдельной накладной указывается: номер контракта, номер транса, товар, его количество, количество упаковок, вес брутто и нетто.

9. Сдача-приемка Товара

9.1. Приемка Товара производится:

- по количеству мест, согласно количеству, указанному в накладной,

- по количеству изделий, согласно спецификации и упаковочным листам,

- по качеству, согласно качеству, указанному в п.6.1, и требованиям, оговоренным в настоящем контракте.

10. Санкции

10.1. Со стороны Продавца:

Если поставка товара не будет производиться в установленные в контракте сроки, Продавец оплачивает Покупателю штраф, исчисленный в стоимости недопоставленного в срок Товара из расчета ___% стоимости за каждый день опоздания. Уплата штрафа не освобождает Продавца от обязанности выполнения контракта.

10.2. Со стороны Покупателя:

Если оплата товара не будет производиться в установленные в контракте сроки, Покупатель оплачивает Продавцу штраф, исчисленный в стоимости неоплаченного в срок Товара из расчета ___% стоимости за каждый день просрочки.

11. Форс-мажор

Стороны освобождаются от ответственности за частичное или полное неисполнение обязательств по настоящему Договору, если это неисполнение явилось следствием обстоятельств непреодолимой силы, возникших после заключения договора в результате событий чрезвычайного характера, которые стороны не могли ни предвидеть, ни предотвратить разумными мерами. К обстоятельствам непреодолимой силы относятся события, на которые стороны не могут оказывать влияния и за возникновение которых не несут ответственности. В период действия непреодолимой силы и других обстоятельств, освобождающих от ответственности, обязательства сторон приостанавливаются и санкции за неисполнение обязательств в срок, не применяются.

12. Споры

12.1. Все споры и разногласия, которые могут возникнуть по настоящему контракту или в связи с ним, разрешаются сторонами путем переговоров. В случае неурегулирования спорных вопросов при помощи переговоров спор передается на разрешение арбитражного суда г. ______. Решение Арбитражного Суда является окончательным и обязательным для обеих сторон. Применимым правом по данному договору является законодательство РФ.

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