Speaking clearly. Improving voice and articulation: Фонетический практикум. Фомиченко Л.Г. - 86 стр.

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       But the prince was no fool, and knew his way through the forest
as well as you or I do (better, I’ll wager), and he took little Milgrig to
the palace just as fast as his palfrey would carry him. She wasn’t
particularly crazy about going, but a prince is a prince, and she knew
enough to keep her mouth shut.
       When they reached the palace and the prince found that his
father had already killed his mother, he turned to little Milgrig and
said: «Now you are the ruler.»
       At this, little Milgrig was very pleased and immediately dis-
patched messangers to the charcoal burners’ hut, where the three ugly
sisters and three still-uglier brothers-in-law were burned alive in a
slow fire. Little Milgrig and the prince, happy in this termination to
their little affair, lived happily ever after. [«Milgrig and the Tree
Wilfs» from the Benchley Roundup by Robert Benchley.]

       The following selections are unpunctuated. Study them silently to
determine story line and emotional content. Then, using an appropriate
rate, phrases, emphasis, and intonation, try them aloud.
      a) I put the glass to my li ps and drank in one gulp then I
reeled clutched at the table and held on staring with bursting eyes
gasping with open mouth oh God I screamed and oh God again and
again the most racking agonies ground into my bones deadly nausea
and a horror of the spirit that can’t be exceeded at the hour of birth
or death I looked down my clothes hung formlessly on my shrunken
limbs the hand that lay on my knee corded and hairy I was once
more Edward Hyde a moment before I had been Dr. Jekyll respected
wealthy beloved and now I was hunted homeless a known murderer a
refugee from the gallows I’m a creature a monster eaten up and emp-
tied by fevers ugly in body and mind the doom that closing in is
crushing me will I die upon the scaffold God knows this is my true
hour of death. [Stevenson «Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde»]
      b) Marry you no I can’t do that we don’t agree and we never
will so we’ll just be good friends all our lives you’ll get over this after
awhile and find some lovely accomplished girl who’ll adore you and
make a wonderful wife for your beautiful home yes you will you will
I’d be a terrible wife I’m homely and awkward and odd and old yes I
am and don’t interrupt me and you’d be ashamed of me and we’d
quarrel just as we’re doing right now you see I’ll never marry you I’m
happy as I am and love my liberty too well to give it up for any