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Lost Love
and Other Stories

JAN CAREW
Level 2
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Introduction Lost Love The Doll
The Other Man The Charm Journey's End Activities

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The house u'as daile and quiet.

But one hourlater, there was a sudden norte in the right. MrBrou'n sat up in bed.
He was cold and
afraid.’VVhat wns that norse?’he wondered.

Mr Brown (in ‘The Doll’) has a very quiet and boring life. But
everything changes
when he buys a doll. He hears voices. Things move and break. What is happening—
and can he
stop it?
The stories in this book are all different. Some are sad and some are happy. But
they are all very
exciting. Something strange happens to the people in each story. But life ii
strange sometimes.
In ‘Lost Love’, a young man finds a girl and loves her. Then he loses her. Will he
find her
again? In ‘The Other Man’, a writer is afraid of a stmnger in his room. Who is
the other
man, and what does he want? A young soldier, in ‘The Charm’, is afraid of
fighting. How can he
learn to be brave? And in journey's End’, an intelligent young man without a job
learns something
about
his future. Will it change his life?

Jan Carew, the writer of these stories, is also the writer of twenty other
books for older and
younger readers. She is very interested in other countries and other
people. She visits
different places when she can.
You can learn more about Jan Carew at www.jan-carew.co.uk.
Lost Love

These things happened to me nearly ten years ago.

1 lived in a city, but the city was hot in summer. I wanted to see the country. I
wanted to walk in
the woods and see green trees.
I had a little red car and I had a map, too. I drove all night out into the
country.
I was happy in my car. We had a very good summer that year. The country was very
pretty in the
early morning. The sun was hot, and the sky was blue. I heard the birds in the
trees.
And then my car stopped suddenly.
‘What's wrong?’ I thought. ‘Oh dear, I haven't got any petrol. Now l'll have
to walk.
l'll have to find a town and buy some petrol. But where am I?’
I looked at the map. I wasn't near a town. I was lost in the country.
And then I saw the girl. She walked down the road, with flowers in her
hand. She more
a long dress, and her hair was long, too. It was long and black, and it shone in
the sun. She
was very pretty I wanted to speak to her, so 1 got out of the car.
‘Hello, I said. ‘I'm lost. Where am I?’
She looked afraid, so I spoke quiedy
‘I haven't got any petrol, 1 S£tld.‘Where can I find some?’ Her blue eyes looked
at me, and she
smiled.
‘She's a very pretty girl!’ 1 thought.
1 do not know,’she said.‘Come with me to the village. Perhaps we can help you.’
I went with her happily, and we walked a long way.
‘There isn't a village on the map, I thought. ‘Perhaps it's a very small village.’
There u'ns a village, and it was old and pretty. The houses were

black and white and very small. There were a lot of animals.
The girl stopped at a house and smiled at me. ‘Come in, please, she said.
I went in. The house was very clean, but tt was strange, too.
There was a fire and some food above it. I felt hungry then. ‘That's strange, I
thought. ‘They
cook their food over a wood
fire! Perhaps they have no money.’
1 met her father and mother, and I liked them. They were nice people, but their
clothes were
strange.
‘Sit down, said the old man. ‘Are you thlrsty after your walk?’
He gave me a drink, and I said, ‘Thank you.’ But the drink was strange, too. lt was
dark brown and
very strong.
I didn't understand. But I was happy there.
I asked about petrol, but the old man didn't understand. ‘Petrol?’ he asked. ‘What
is that?’
‘This ii strange, I thought. Then I asked, ‘Do you walk
everywhere?’
The old man smiled. ‘Oh, no, we use horses, he said.
Horses!’ I thought. ‘Horses are very slow. Why don't they have cars?’
But I didn't say that to the old man.
I felt happy there. I stayed all day, and I ate dinner with them that
evening. Then the
girl and T went out into the garden. The girl's name was Mary.
‘This is nice, she said. ‘We like having visitors. We do not see many people
here.’
We spoke happily. She was very beautiful. But after a time, she began to talk
quiedy, and her face
was sad.
‘Why are you sad?’ I asked her.
I cannot tell you,’ she said.‘You are only a visitor here. We have to say goodbye
tonight. You have
to go now’
1 didn't understand. I loved her. I knew that. And I wanted to help her.
Why did I
have to go? But Mary said again in a sad voice, ‘You have to go. It is
dangerous here.’
So I said, l'll go to the next town and find some petrol. Then l’l1 come
back.’
She didn't speak.
‘I love you, Mary, I said.‘And l’l1 come back to you. You won't stop me.’
She said goodbye to me at the door. Her face was very sad, and I was sad, too. I
didn't want to
go.
It was midnight. The night was very dark, but I walked and walked. I
was very tired
when I saw the lights of a town. I found some petrol, and then I asked the
name of the
village. But the man at the garage gave me a strange look.

‘What village?’ he asked.

I told hint about the village. I told hitn about the old houses and the
people with
strange clothes.
Again he gave me a strange look. He thought, and then he said, ‘There
was a
village there, but it isn't there now. There are stories about it — strange
stories.’
‘What do people say about it?’ I asked.
He didn't want to tell me, but then he said, ‘There was a big fire in
the village.
Everybody died. There aren't any people or houses there now. '
‘How did it happen?’ I asked. ‘And why?’
‘Oliver Cromwell killed them, he said.‘He was angry with the villagers because
they helped the
king in the war.
I couIdn't speak.
‘This isn't right, I thought. ‘That war happened 350 years ago!’ Then I
remembered the strange
clothes, the long hair, the food over the fire, and the old houses. And 1
remembered, too, about
the horses.
‘But I don't understand, I cried. ‘I saw the people and the village. I
spoke to some
people there!’
The man looked quickly at me, and then he spoke.
‘There's an interesting story about the village. For one day every ten
years, it lives
again — but only for one day. Then it goes away again for another ten years.
On rhat one
day, you ran find the village. Dut you have to leave before morning, or
you will
never leave.

‘Can this be right?’ I thought. Perhaps it was. Mary said, ‘You have to go’ She
loved me, but
she said, ‘We have to say goodbye.’ She was afraid for rite.‘Now I understand, I
thought.
1 went back to the village, but it wasn't there. I looked again and
again, but I
cou1dn't find it. I saw only flowers and trees. 1 heard only the sound of
thc birds and the
wind. I was very sad. I sat down on the ground and cried.
I will never forget that day. I remember Mary, and I will aiways love her.
iMow, I only have to wait two months. The village will come back again. On
the right day, I
will go back. I will find her again, nay love with the long, black hair. And this
tiiiie, I will
not leave before morning. I will stay with her.

6
The Doll

Mr Brown lived near the centre of town, but his small house had a garden. Mr
Brown liked his
garden very tnuch. It had a lot of flowers and they were pretty in summer
— red, blue
and yellow. Mr Brown liked sitting there in the evenings and at weekends.
But he had to work, too. Mr Brown worked in an office. It wasn't near
his house, so
he often went to work on the bus. He canoe home on the bus, too.
Mr Brown was a lonely man. He didn't have many friends, and
he didn't talk to many people. And so he was sad and often bored. One very hot day,
Mr l3rown
walked home. He didn't want to go on the bus that day. He wanted a walk in the
warm sun. In one
street there was a small shop. Mr Brown looked in the window.

There were very old things in the window, and Mr Brown liked old
things. He went into
the shop.
Good afternoon, said the man in the shop.
Good afternoon, said Mr Brown. ‘Can I look round the 5opi’
‘Please do.’
Mr Brown looked at the things in the shop. He saw an old doll with a sad
face. It wasn't
a pretty face, but Mr Brown liked it. The doll was a little old man with white
hair and black
clothes.
Mr Brown thought,'Perhaps the doll is lonely; too* He asked, How much do you want
for this old
doll?’ The man thought. ‘Oh, that.Three pounds, he said.
Mr Brown wanted the doll. Why? He didn't know. But he wanted it.
Three pounds was
a lot of money for an old doll, but Mr Brown paid it. He went out with
the doll in his
hand.
He looked at its face. 'Is it smiling?’ he wondered. ‘No, he thought.
‘It’s only a
doll.’ He said to it, ‘I'm going to take you home.’
The doll didn't answer— it was only a doll. So why did Mt Brown
speak to it?
Because he was lonely. He put it in his case with his papers fiom the
o&ce.
i\Qtr Brown was tired now, so he got on the bus. The man carne for Mr Brown's
money and Mr Brown
bought a ticket.
Suddenly, somebody on the bus spoke. ‘Go away!’ said the person.’You
stupid man. Go
away!’
Everybody on the bus looked at Mr Browii ‘Did he say that?’ they
wondered.
The ticket man was angry with Mr Brown. ‘Why did he say
that?’ he wondered. He gave Mr Brown a ticket and went away. He didn't
like Mr Brown.
then MrBrown got home, he was very tired. ‘Who spoke on the bus?’ he wondered.
He didn't
know. He took the doll out of his case and looked at it.

It was only a doll. It wasn't very pretty. lt was quite ugly but it had
a smile on
its face.‘That's strange, thought Mr Brown. He put the doll on the table
and had his
dinner.
Mr Brown wasn't very hungry, so he only ate some bread and
butter. Then he went to bed and slept. He forgot the doll. It was
on the table.
Morning carne, and the son shone into the room. Mr Brown opened his
eyes. There was
something on his bgd.‘What is it?’ he wondered.
He looked, and he saw the doll. ‘But I left it on the table. lt
can't walk - it's only a doll.’ Mr Brown didn't understand it. It was very
strange.
Mr Brown went to the front door. ‘Are there any letters for
me?’ he wondered.
Yes, there were three with his name and address. But what was this? The
letters were
open! Who opened them? Mr Bcown didn't know.
Mr Brown ate his breakfast. Then he went to the bus stop and
waited. His bus carne and stopped for him. Mr BroWn gOt on with his
case and sat down.
There were a lot of people on the bus, and one old woman
couldn't sit down. Her face was tired, and Mr Brown was a kind man. He
stood up for
her, and she sat down.
Then suddenly, somebody spoke. ‘You stupid old thing!’
The woman turned and looked at Mr Brown. She was very angry. Mr Brown's
face went red.
Then he remembered the doll.
He got off the bus. He cou1dn't understand it. ‘That dolls at home, he
thought. ‘Or is
it?’
Mr Brown opened his case and looked inside. The doll was there, with a big smile on
its ugly face!
He put the doll down on the street and left it there. Then he went to
work.'That’s the
end of that doll, he thought. ‘Good!’
Mr Brown worked well all day. After work, he walked to the 9

bus stop. But what was that? The doll was at the bus stop! Mr Brown
saw the white
hair and the black clothes, and he saw the smile, too. ‘What's happening?’
he wondered.
‘It's waiting for me! It isn't only a doll. But what is it?’
He turned and ran away from the bus stop. Then he walked home. He had
to walk three
lcilometres to his house. He was very tired.
Mr Brown sat down in a chair and went to sleep. He dept for an hour.
Suddenly, there was a big noise in another room — CRASH! SMASH! Mr
Brown opened
his eyes. ‘What's wrong?’ he wondered. He went into the other room.
The doll was there again. It sat on the table and looked at him.
Mr Brown's cups and plates were all on the floor.
‘It isn't only a doll, Mr Brown thought. ‘And it isn’t a friend.
This is di&cult. What can I do?’
He took the doll into the garden and buried it in the ground. ‘That
really is the end of
you, said Mr Brown. ‘You're under
the ground now. You won’t get out of there.’
Text day, Mr Brown went to work on the bus. He didn't have the doll
now and nobody
spoke. He worked hard, and he was happy.
Mr Brown carne home again that night. He watched
television. ‘This is
good, he thought.
At eleven o'clock he went to bed. The house was dark and quiet.
But an hour later, there was a sudden noise in the night. Mr Brown
sat up in bed.
He was cold and a6aid. 'What was that noise?’ he wondered.
The noise was at the back door. Mr Brown was afraid, but he opened the
door. lt was the
doh again!
It was dirty from the ground, but it looked at Mr Brown and smiled. It
was a cold
smile, and Mr Brown was very afraid.

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He looked at the doll and said,'Go away! Please! Go away!’

The doll didn't speak— it only smiled again. Mr Brown was very angry
now. He took
the doll into the garden again. He found some wood, and he made a
big fire. He
lit the fire. Then he put the doll on the top.
‘Now die!’ said Mr Brown. ‘It's different this time. This will be
the end of you.’ And Mr Brown smiled. The fire was hot and red. The fire got
bigge—r and
bigger. Suddenly there was a loud cry, and people ran out of their houses.
‘What’s
wrong?’ they
shouted.
‘There's a big fire in Mr Browns garden, somebody said. ‘Look!’
And there was a big fire.
The people looked round the house and garden. They couldn't find Mr
Brown. But on the
ground near the fire, there was a doll with white hair and black
clothes. It wasn't
a pretty doll. And there was a smile on its face.

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TheOAerMan

I was a writer. I wrote books. I write now, but nobody knows. Nobody
can see me now.
Something strange has happened to me. I will tell you about it.
In January, I wanted to write a very long book. So I left my home and I found a
little room.
‘This is a good room for a writer, I thought. ‘l'll write my book here.’
It was a little room, but I liked it. It was very quiet. 1 began to work on my book
and I was
happy.
Then things began to happen — strange things.
One day I was at my desk with my pen in my hand. Suddenly, I thought, ‘I want a
coffee and I
haven't got any. l'll have to go to the shop.’
I put my pen on the table and went out.
When I carne back, I looked for the pen. It wasn't on the table. I looked on the
hoot, on my
chair and then on the table again. It wasn't there!
1 don't understand it, I thought.
That night another strange thing happened. I was in bed and the room was
very quiet.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes.
‘What was that?’ I wondered.
Then I heard a voice — a man's voice. ‘Who's there?’ I cried.
There was no answer and there was nobody in the room! I couldn't understand it, and
I was afraid.
‘What can I do?’ I thought. ‘What was that?’
After that, strange things happened every day. But I had to finish my book, so I
stayed there.
The room was very small. There were not many things in it; 12
only a bed, a table and a chair. And there was a mirror on the
wall. It was a
very old mirror and I liked it. And then, one day, I looked in the mirror
and— I saw
hlITI! The other man! It wasn't me. This man had a beard, but I didn't!

I shut my eyes and looked again. This time, I saw my face in the mirror.
‘That didn't happen, I thought. ‘I was wrong. There wasn't another man.’
1 went for a walk that day, and I didn't work on my book. I didn't want to be in
the room. I didn't
want to see or hear strange
things.
At night, I went horne agaln. The room was very quiet. I looked in the mirror and
saw my face. But
I wasn't happy. 1 went to bed, but I couldn't sleep.
‘l'll leave here tomorrow, I thought. And after that, I slept.

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But then another strange thing happened. The other man stood by my bed and
spoke to me.
‘You will never leave here, he said. ‘You will stay with me.’
And then I opened my eyes. I was very cold and afraid. ‘l'll leave now,
I thought. ‘I
can't stay here for one more minute.’
Quickly I put my things in a case. I wanted to go now. I couldn't
forget the
man, so I was afraid. But afraid of what? I didn't know.
When my clothes were in the case, I thought, ‘l’1l leave the
room now.’
I looked round the room, and I also looked in the mirror again. And
then I suddenly
felt colder and more afraid. I coul dn't see the other man in the mirror.
Why? Because
he wasn't there. But I cou1dn't see my face in the mirror! There was no face.
Why not?
I tried to shout, but no sound caine. 1 had no voice.
And then I saw him. I saw the other man — the man with the beard. But he
wasn't in the
mirror. He was at the table, with my pen in his hand. He wrote my book with
my pen! I was
angry and I tried to speak. But I couldn't, because I had no voice.
The other man didn't speak. He smiled and wrote.
Suddenly, there was a sound at the door, and I heard a friend's
voice.
‘Are you there?’ my friend called. ‘I want to see you.’
I was very happy then. ‘My friend wilt help me, I thought. But I couldn't move.
The other man went
to the door and opened it. ‘Come in, he said to my friend. ‘Come and see my
room. I'm
writing my book.’
My friend carne into the room, but he didn't see me. He smiled at the other wan.
My friend said,'Oh, you have a beard now!’
Again and again, I tried to speak but I cou1dn't. My friend couldn't see me; he
couldn't hear me.
He only saw the other man.
That is my story. The other man has my room. And he also has my face and my voice.
He will finish
my book, too.

But the other man doesn't know one thing. I can writ—e tell my story. And I'm
telling it to you!

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I can

The Charm

‘He's a brave man, people say about me.‘He’s never afraid.’

They are wrong. I wasn't always a brave man, and at times I was afraid — very
afraid.
I am an important man now. I have an important job. People know me and
like me.
They don't know that I wasn't always brave. I will tell you the story.
I was a very shy young man. I didn't like talking to other young men; I
was afraid.
‘They'll laugh at me, I thought.
Women were worse. I never spoke to them; I was always afraid of them.
I try to help shy people now. I never laugh at them, because I remember that
time. I was very
unhappy then.
Then there was a war between my country and another country. I had
to be a soldier.
Me! I was always afzaid, but I had to be a soldier! And it was very dangerous.
1 was afraid. The other soldiers didn't talk about it, but they knew.
‘They're laughing
at me, I thought. ‘ key aren't afraid.’ I was wrong, but I didn't know that. I
felt very bad.
One day, I was in the town. I had two days holiday, away from the other soldiers. I
wasn't with
friends; I didn't have any friends. I was very unhappy. I walked slowly past some
shops.
An old man stood by the road. There weren't many cars on it. ‘Why doesn't he
walk across the
road?’ I thought. ‘Is he afraid?’ I went near him, and then I saw his eyes. ‘Oh, I
thought. ‘Now
I know. He can't see! He wants to go across, but he can't go without
help.’
But I had time — a lot of time. ‘I'm not doing anything, I thought. ‘Why can't I
help him? I
won't be akaid of him.’
I took the old man's arm, and I helped him across the road. ‘Thank you!’ he said.
His hand felt my
coat. ‘This is a soldter's
coat, he said. ‘Are you a soldier?’ ‘Yes.’
Perhaps I said it in a sad voice. The old man put a hand in his jacket. He took
something out and
gave it to me.
‘Take this, he said. ‘It will help you. Wear it, and you'll be all right. Nothing
bad will happen
to you.’

He walked away, and I looked at the thing in my hand. It was a small charm —
pretty, but strange.
‘It's a girls thing, I thought, and I put it in my coat.

Other people walked quickly past him. They had to go to

The next day we went to war. I was afraid —very afrai—d
but I
work, or to their homes. They didn't help him; they didn't have
time.

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remembered the charm in my coat. 'Perhaps the charm will help me, I
thought, so 1 took
it with me.

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Suddenly I wasn't afraid. Why? I didn't know. Was it the charm?

It was bad that day. Men died all round me. ‘Perhaps l’l1 die next,
I thought.
But 1 wasn't afraid!
Our leader was a brave man. He was in flout of us, and we fohowed
him. Suddenly he
was down. He felt to the ground and didn't move. The other soldiers
stopped. They were
afraid.
I thought,‘Perhaps our leader isn't dead. l’l1 go and see.’
/ went to him. The fighting was worse now, but I wasn't afraid. ‘l've
got the charm
with me, I thought. ‘l’1l be all right.’
I brought our leader back to a better place, and then I looked at
him. He was very
white and ill, but he wasn't dead. His eyes opened, and he smiled at me.
He spoke— not easily, but I heard him. ‘Go in front!’ he said. ‘The
men will follow
you.’
The men followed me, and we fought well that day.
After that, I was fine. Later, I was a leader, too. The men were happy
and followed
me. People didn't laugh at me then.
‘But is it right?’ I thought. ‘I'm not very brave. It's only the charm.’
I didn't tell people about the charm. I had friends for the first time, and I was
happy.
One day we had to take an important bridge. There were a lot of soldiers on
it, and they had
big guns. The country was open, without any trees. It was very dangerous,
and my men
were afraid.
‘We're going to die, they said.
‘Listen, I told them. ‘I’11 go first, and we'll run very quickly to the bridge.
Don't be afraid.
They can't kill us all. Follow me, and we'll take that bridge.’
I put my hand in my coat. But the charm wasn't there! ‘What am I going to do?’ I
thought. ‘I
can't be brave without
the charm*
I looked at the faces of my men. They weren'f afraid nowt

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I thought, ‘My words have helped them. They aren't afraid now. They're
waiting for
me. They'll follow me everywhere. I'm their leader, and I can t be afraid.’
I shouted: Let’s go!’
We ran. We got to the bridge. We lost some men, but we got there! And
we took the
bridge!
I will never forget that day. I learnt something then about brave men. Brave men
are afraid,
too. But that doesn't stop them.
I will also remember that old man with the charm.‘It will help you, he said.
He was right. I learnt to be brave without it. I was a young man then, and now
I ant oId. I am
a brave man, people think.
And, yes — they are right. 1 am.

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Journey's End

Tom Smith was a nice young man. He wanted a job, but he couldn't find
one. Maiay
people wanted to work, and there weren't many jobs. Tom felt sad because
he never had
money for clothes or the cinema.
When he was younger, Tom wanted to be a footballer. He was good at football,
and at
tennis, too. He was good at every sport. But there were other, better
players.
Suddenly he saw, in large letters: Tom Smith thought very hard.
‘Shall I go in?’ he thought. ‘Why not? I'm not afraid of the future. Perhaps it
will be
interesting. Yes, l'll go in and have a conversation with Madame Zelda.’
So he went 1n. It was very dark inside. An old woman with grey hair and a kind face
smiled at Tom.

KNg

tg

Now Tom had a new idea. He thought, ‘Perhaps I can find a job in a
sports shop. l'll be
happy then and l'll have money.’ But it was only an idea. It never happened.
He tried hard to find a job. He looked in the newspapers every day and he wrote
letters for
jobs — a lot of letters. But he never found a job.
One day he saw something in the newspaper about a fair in the park near
h1s house.
‘That will be interesting, he thought.‘IU next Saturday. I think l'll go.
Yes, l'll go. I'm
not doing anything this weekend, and it won't cost much.’
On Saturday Torn walked to the park and bought a ticket for the fair.
It was a warm
summer day. The sky was blue, and the park was very pretty. There were
a lot of
flowers— blue, yellow and red. Tom felt happy when he saw them.
The fair was good, too. There were a lot of people there, and many
different games.
Tom played some games. He won a box of fruit and a book about sport. Then he
bought an
ice-cream because he was hot and thirsty.
‘I'm having a good day!’ he thought. He sat down and ate his ice-cream.’Now,
what shall I do
next?’

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‘Hello, young man!’ she said.‘Sit down and I will tell you about your future.’
Tom sat down. The old woman looked at some cards on the
table.
‘Take three cards, she said.
Tom took the cards and gave them to her. The woman looked at the cards for a long
time. Then she
spoke. She didn't smile now. ‘Listen!’ she said. ‘I have to tell you something
very important.
2J

Do not go anywhere next Friday. Make a jour ney next Friday, and you
will never
arrive! Soiiiething will happen on the way. Don't forget now. I can tell you
nothing more.
13c careful, young
„„,
Tom left. The sun w:is very hot on his face. He had no more money,
and he wanted
to to home. ‘I'm not afraid, he thought. ‘I don'I go on journeys. I
won't go
anywhere next Friday. Every day is the same to me. I h a ven ’t Not a job, so
I don ’t to
:ujyw1iere.’
Dut on Thursday Toni had a letter. I t was ap aiisiver to one of his
letters! There
was a job in a town thirty kilometres away. It was in a sports shop.
The boss wanted
to meet Tone the next day.
Toni felt very hzppy. ‘I’11 have to take a tra ii j t hare, he thought. ‘I
can't walk thirty
kilometres.’
Suddenly he reiaieiiabered tlae old woman at the fair, and he felt afraid. ‘Do u ot
go anywhere
next Friday,’ eta e told him.
‘But what can I do?’ Town thought sadly. ‘I con't lose this job. It's
too irriportant
to me. I '1 l have to take the train tomorrow. And what can an
old woman know
about the futu re? INothing!’
But he wasn't very leap py about it. And he didn't sleep well
that night.
The next day was Fr iclay, and Tom even t to the station. He bou
pht a ticket
at th e ticket office. The train ar rived, and he cliiiibed on it.
An old man sat down next to Tone. His tia ce was intellige nt
under his white la air. He had a bad leg, and Tom felt sorry for
¡ ¡, ,
The train left the station and went through the country. A
waiter carne
round with some £ood and the old iaian bought a sandwich. Then he
siiiiled at
Toiaa and said, ‘Ai-e you thirsty? l've gOt some tea with inc. Would you like
sorate?’
He took out a cu p :ind gave Tone some tea. ‘He's a kind raman!’ Tone thought.
‘I really like
miin.’
He smiled at the old man and said, ‘Tha n k you. l'rn Tom

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Siaiith. Are you going a long way?’

But the old man couldn't answer. Suddenly there eves a ve ry loud
noise and the
train stopped. What was wrong? The peop ie on the train were
.ifraid. They all
looked out of the windows, ten t they co uldn't set anything.
‘Don't be :if raid,’ Tom told his new fr iend. ‘I’11 to anct sec.
Perhaps it's an accident. Stay here and you'll be OK.’
The of d m:r4 smiled. ‘Thank you, my youns friend, la e said. ‘ I will stay
here. My old
legs are very weak.’
Tom fou nd the guard. ‘What's wrong?’ lie asked hint. ‘Why rli‹á we stop?’
The guard looked at Tom unhappily. ‘There's a large tree in front of
the triji n,
he said. ‘We'll have to move it, but we can't do it quickly. So this is the
end of the
jotjmcy for you. You’11 li:ive to get off the train and walk.’
‘Walk where? ' Tom asked.
The guard looked at a naap.‘There's a village near here. You e:i n go
there and
[Perhaps find a restaurant or a cafe. I have to st:iy li e re with the
tr:iin. 1’ir
very sorry about yotir jo u ruey. But you ’11 get your money bac k.’
Tone though t, ‘The iiioney isn't iiaiport;int. I really wan ted r1i:it job!’ And
he felt very sad.
Torn didii’t say anytlfiiig about the job to the old rat.ii i. He helped his frien
d off the train
and carri ed his case to the vill:ibe.
‘Thank you vci-y rnu ch, the old iaiari said to Tom. I kn ow th.it
my case is heavy. There's a computer i n i t, and there are a lot
of papers.’
Toni smiled. lt's all righr, he said. 13ut inside he was very sacL ‘I was
stupid, la e
thout,ht. ‘1 didn't listen to th e old norman, but she was right. I wti n't
get tlaat job
now.’
The old iii.in s,w Toni’s sad face aird as keel hiiai, ‘What's wroi i g, iaiy you
rig fi-i eii
d?’
So Torn told him th e stor) abou t the jot in the sports shop.

ACTIVITIES

Before you read

1 Look at the Word Lim at the back of this book. Then talk about
theee times in your life:
a Your life five years ago: How was it different from now2
b A time when you were brave, shy or lonely: Why did you feel this way2 What
happened nexf?
c A time when you lived In a different town or clty: Did you enjoy it more? Why
(not)2
2 Look at the picture on page 2. What ie happening, do you think2 What are the Mo
people saying2

3 Finish the sentences. Write oneword.

a This story happens nearly yeae ago.
b The young man lives in a city, but he drives into the
Then a strange thing happened:L The old man smiled, and then he laughed! Why
did he laugh?
Tom didn't know and he felt a little angry. The old man was his fiiend, but
this was a bad
day for Tom. It wasn't funny!
TOm Couldn't speak or smile. The old man saw this and he stopped
laughing. Then he
said, ‘Listen to me, Tom, and don't be md. I'm a rich man. l've got a lot of
shops in different
towns, and they're all sports shops. I want an intelligent young man to
work in ory new
shop. It's also my biggest shop! Will you work for me? I think I hoow you now.
You were very
kind to me on the train. DON'T US t KMOD FOR the job. What's /Q
J’
‘This is wonderful, Tom said with a happy smile. 'This is the best day of my life,
not the worst!’
c He speaxs t• tie gid because he is........................ .
d She takes him to an old ........................ .
e At the end of the day, the young man tells the girl that he
..................... .. her.
f The man atthe garage says thateverybody in the villagedied in
a .........................
g That was 350 years ........................ .
h The village lives again forone. every ten years.
I The young man looks for. , but he cam find her.
j He is going to vislt the village again - and this time he isn't going
to ........................
.
p
4 Is‘Loet Love’ asad story or a happy story2 Talk to another student. What do you
think is going
to happen next2

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‘The Doll’
Before you read
5 In this story, a man is afraid of a doll. How is that possible, do you think?
While you read
6 Which word is wrong? F'ut a cross (/ through it. a Mr Brown is a
happy/bored/lonely man.
b He buys a sadi’old/pretty doll. c The doll can talkl walk I eat.
d He leaves the doll in the street/on the bus ion his way to work.
e The doll vra/ts for/ walks away from/ follows him. f Mr Brown tries to sell/
bury/ kill the
doll.
After you read
7 What will the doll do next? Think of an idea. Then tell other students and
listen to them. W
ho has the best idea?
‘The Other Man’

Before you read

8 Look at the picture on page 13. W hat is strange about the picture?
while you read
9 What happens first in the writer's room? And then? Write the numbers 1-6.
a He hears another man's voice.
b The other man takes his place in the world. c He can't see anything in the
mirror.
d He sees the other man in the mirror. e The writer can‘t find his pen.
f The man says that he can never leave the room.
After you read
10 Who is the other man? Why is he there? Discuss his story with other students.
‘The Charm’

Before you read

11 Do you have a charm? W hy? W hat is it? Where is it now? Do yoU think that it
helps you2
Discuss these questions.

While you read

12 Finish these sentences.
a When he is young, the storyteller is
Of
conversation with other men, and of women.
b He has to be a. because his country was at war
with another country.
c An old man gives him a........................... because the storyteller
helps him across a
road.
d The storyteller fights ..................... because he has the
charm.
e He and his men take the bridge ........................... the help of the
storyteller's
charm.
f The storyteller learns a lesson. You can be afraid and

After you read

13 Discuss the two pictures in this story. W ho and what can you see?
What is happening? How does it change the storyteller's life?

‘Journey's End’

Before you read

14 Look at the pictures on page 21 and answer the questions. a W hat does Madame
Zelda do?
b What does she use?
c Would you like to talk to her? W hy (not)?

While you read

15 Who is speaking or thinking?
a ‘Snah I go in? Whynot?’
b ‘Do not go anywhere next Friday.’
c I can't lose this job. lt's too important to me.'

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d ‘Don't be afraid.’
e ‘This iC the end of the journey for you.’ f ‘Will you work for me7’
After you read
16 Work with another student. Have these conversations. e At the beginning of the
story
Student A: You are Tom Smith. You wantto know yourfuture.
Ask Madame Zelda questions.
Student B: You are Madame Zelda. Tell Tom about his future. b At the end of the
story
Student A: You are Madame Zelda. Answer Tom's questions.
Student 8: You areTom Smith. Ask Madame Zelda questions about your future now.

Wñtlng
17 You are the young man in ‘Lost Love’. Write a letter to your parents. They will
not see you
again. Why not2
18 When you were a child, did you have a doll2 Write about it.
18 You are the writer in be Other Man’. Write about a day in your life now.
SO Write about a very brave person (a friend or a famous person). What brave things
did he/she do2
Was he/she also afraid‘7
21 What can you see in your future? Write your questions and Madame Zelda's
answers.
S2 You want anewjob. What kind ofjob do you want2 My? Write a letter to your
parents and tell
them.

Austen for the Activioes in this book are available from the Penguin Redd en
wehsim
WOR D LIST u'i//i example Sentences

ago (adv) Wc moved to London from New York two months s,go. beard (n) He has grey
hair and a long
grey áe‹irJ.
brave (adj) He is a brave boy, so he doesn't often cry.
bury (v) My mother died last week, but we buried her yesterday.
csse (ii) 1 am going on holiday for three weeks, but l've only got a small

cttarM (n) My sister always carries a r£ortn in her bag when she flies. aoll (n)
The girl is ten
years old, but she takes her dolls to bed with her. fslr (n) There is a (air in
the park this
weekend, so the children are all
Koi rig to it.
9uard (ii) The Perl wants to see our tickets.
klrt9 (ii) When Elizabeth II dies, her son Charles wi£ be find.
leader (n) You csn be our leader, because you have the map. We'll follow
yt›u ,
lonely (adj) I had no brothers or sisters, so I was a lonely child. loet (:idj) We
were loci in
Tokyo and we didn't speak japanese. mirror (n) Your face is dirty. Look in a
inirmr!
petrol (n) He used the car, but he didn't put any petn›l in it. el@ (acij) She
was ifiy at
school, but now she talks to everybody. soldier (ii) Their son was a soldier and he
fought in
Afghanistan.
voice (ii) He talks in a very quiet roirc, so other people can't hear him. war (n)
They fought in
the car between the north of the country and
ila‹ south.
wonder (v) Oh, there she is! She wasn't at home, so I uvrideted.

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