Sos sos sos задать 7-9 вопросов к этому тексту на ! at the beginning of january mama received a letter. she gave a cry of joy. “from adam. he’s coming on satur day at one o’clock. on ” adam wasn’t a frequent visitor to the house. he had been out of touch with the family for some time, so i had not an opportunity of seeing him yet. mama told me what a wonderful boy adam had been how he had bought and sold a bicycle at a profit of ten shil lings before he was thirteen; how a year later he got interes ted in business, and without any special training went into mr mckeller's office; how now, at twenty-seven, he was considered a reliable official by most of the businessmen he dealt with and earned four hundred pounds a year, even more than papa. at one o’clock on saturday a car pulled up at the door. adam entered, smiling, wearing a fashionable coat, and greeted everybody cheerfully. he sat down to the rich meal which mama had put before him. we all sat round and, exchanging hungry looks, wat ched him — we had had our poor dinner an hour after adam had spoken to the grown-ups about things which i did not understand and therefore took no interest in, he turned to me and said: “i hope you’ll see me to the station, robert, i like the way you behave and want to make you a little present.” he showed me a gold coin (монета “money money is everything, " he continued. “not a bad idea to understand it while you’re young, robert. but you mustn’t think i don’t like spending money. i like to eat the best, to wear the best, to stop at the best hotels. i like to have everybody running after me. and now look at grandpa. what's his position! not a penny lives mostly on bread and water " he stopped and smiled so pleasantly that i smiled in waiting for him downstairs, i thought of the day when, with pockets full of money, i should walk into a restaurant and order an expensive meal, while the waiters hurried to carry out my orders. i looked forward to receiving the pre sent adam would buy me with that beautiful gold coin. “will you carry my bag? " adam asked me as mama helped him to put on his coat. i was ready to serve him and took the bag, which was much heavier than i had expected. adam walked fast. i fol lowed him half running, changing the bag from hand to hand. “what sort of present would you like? " “anything will do, adam, " i said politely. “no, no. it must be something you’d really like."