Magdalena Klepacz

KONKURS na małą formę literacką w języku angielskim
„Being .... Agatha Christie”
Wrocław, 1 marca 2007…………………………
Praca uczestnika konkursu
1. GODŁO / PSEUDONIM autora: Szynszyl...................
2. Temat konkursowy: 1
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(proszę zakreślić właściwy opis)
TYTUŁ PRACY: The Primrose......................................................................................... (autor
opatruje pracę własnym tytułem, niezaleŜnie od tematu wybranego do realizacji).
One day me and my father were tidying up. We noticed an mp3 player, which my friend must have left
the day before. I turned it on.
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What are you doing, Andrew?- I felt like a pickpocket caught on a robbery.
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Just listening… There is only one song of his band.
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I’m curious why he hasn’t taken it back yet. – dad said and took the player. - These lyrics are very
strange.
After a while he started to write down the words.
“They embrace
Door’s shut
They don’t make haste
The time they’ve got
Till first primroses bloom
Or useless lamp lights up the room”
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Listen carefully! ‘They’, pause, ‘embracedoors’ sounds like one word, ‘shut’ you can hear clearly!
– he gave it to me.
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It’s like “ambassador’s shut”!
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Look on this title “Me,sage”. I have no doubts that a ‘wise man’ has thought it up, but the word
‘sage’ has been used on purpose. It looks like ‘Message’, but one ‘s’ is replaced by comma!
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They’ve got time till primroses bloom…so, till springtime!– I realized suddenly.
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“Or useless lamp lights up the room”…It probably means that till springtime something bad will
happen to the ambassador unless somebody find this whole thing out! But where is “the
room”…?-wondering my father.
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If this is Lloyd’s Dixieland band…I know the place where jazz bands do rehearsals…
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KONKURS na małą formę literacką w języku angielskim
„Being .... Agatha Christie”
A few minutes later we were in the jazz club. I noticed a poster next to the door. A lot of flowers and
a big red rose among them. The title was…
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…“The Prime Rose”! Look, Andrew!
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Yes, I’ve already seen it…Let’s go there.
It was dark inside.
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How do we manage to see anything? – I asked.
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“…useless lamp lights up the room”… an oil lamp! Nobody uses it nowadays!
My father was pointing at the old oil lamp next to us. We entered.
Next day in TV News the speaker said: “ The ambassador of Chad was found yesterday evening
thanks to Anthony Smith, a private investigator, and his son . The Dixieland band had kidnapped the
ambassador for unknown reasons. The questions are why Lloyd Cornwell, a member of the group,
has left a secret message, and where he is now. The police suspect that he is hiding to avoid the
consequences of kidnapping which he took part in.”
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