PRIRODNO-MATEMATIČKI

TEXT 1- source: https://www.theguardian.com/

Empowering our five-year-old -Lockdown came six months into our older son’s first year at primary school, just when he was
beginning to imprint his own personality on the world. It has shut him away from his friends, and made him share his space, time
and toys with a two-year-old. When he’s good, we give our son total control over our smart TV, and tell him he can watch
whatever he likes– providing he spells out the search terms himself. As a result, our son is much happier about sharing with his
brother, and – as his teacher noticed during his Google Classroom sessions. I just hope she doesn’t read this and figure out why.
I don’t like to imagine how we’d cope without access to YouTube Kids, but I very much expect it would involve me spraying
myself blue like Sonic and running around the house as fast as I could, until I keeled over.
Although our younger son’s nursery has ostensibly closed for the time being, its staff are still diligently posting videos to its
Facebook page so that the kids can have dance sessions, storytime, and music lessons. When our toddler isn’t watching these
raptly, he is video chatting with one of his classmates. This involves each child holding up random toys to the camera and
shouting gibberish over each other. Are they even communicating? Barely. Is it reminiscent of a real-life playdate.
TEXT 2- source: Reader’s Digest
Travel writers are adventurers. Valiant storytellers who immerse themselves in exotic settings, recording their experiences with
aggressive sensory detail—the smell of a Moroccan spice market, the feel of an Antarctic wind gust—to transport readers to a
different place. That’s the romanticized version, anyway. And for a few lucky, talented folks that’s the reality. For most of us
blue-collar travel scribes, however, the day to day is a lot less glamorous. Few publications pay for trips nowadays, and most
venues have little interest in your personal adventures. Even so, I’d contend that travel writing is still one of the most robust,
opportunity-laden genres of journalism today. At least that’s been my experience over the past decade, in which I’ve penned
dozens of travel pieces. The tightening of expense budgets has, thankfully, coincided with the rise of the internet. What that
means for today’s travel writers is that you can thoroughly report on stories from around the globe in the comfort of your home
office. If the core of the idea is strong, no editor is going to care whether you’ve set foot there yourself. In 2017, I was assigned a
piece about over-tourism in Iceland, a place I’d never been to. But no matter: With a bit of basic searching, I was able to Skype
with local sources, browse photos of busy landmarks, and even walk the crowded streets of Reykjavík using Google Street View.
TEXT 3- The Lighthouse by P. D. James
He liked Conistone. This was partly founded on his belief that there was no emergency that was not amenable to precedent or
departmental regulations, but when these orthodoxies failed, he could reveal a dangerous capacity for imaginative initiatives
which, by any bureaucratic logic, deserved to end in disaster but never did. Dalgliesh had earlier decided that this dichotomy of
character was inherited. Generations of Conistones had been soldiers. The foreign fields of Britain’s imperialistic past were
enriched by the bodies of unmemorialised victims of previous Conistones’ crises management. Even Conistone’s eccentric
appearance reflected a personal ambiguity. Alone among his colleagues, he dressed with the careful pinstriped conformity of a
civil servant of the Thirties .
He was seated next to Dalgliesh opposite one of the wide windows. Having sat through the first ten minutes of the present
meeting with an unusual economy of words, he sat, his chair a little tilted, complacently surveying the panorama of towers and
spires, lit by a transitory unseasonable morning sun. Of the four men in the room Conistone, the one most concerned with the
matter in hand, had so far said the least while Reeves, preoccupied with the effort of remembering what was being said without
the humiliating expedient of being seen to take notes, hadn’t yet spoken. Now Conistone stirred himself for a summing up.
TEXT 4- CPE reading exam
A new wave of music and arts projects has emerged, focusing on someone who may seem for some a dubious source of
inspiration. Imelda Marcos, former first lady of the Philippines, is currently becoming the subject of musicals, song cycles and
shows on a worldwide arena. When the Marcos regime collapsed in 1986, and Imelda and her husband Ferdinand were exiled in
Hawaii, they carried with them allegations of embezzlement, corruption and human rights abuses. Imelda had spent the last
twenty years living off a seemingly endless supply of funds, living an exotic and glamorous lifestyle and rubbing shoulders with
powerful figures worldwide. In 1972, when the superstar couple’s popularity was fading and they were at risk of losing their
power, Ferdinand Marcos instated martial, leading to an era of chaos and plunder, and what is described by some as the second
most corrupt regime of the twentieth century. Ferdinand and Imelda fled in 1986 to escape the People’s Power Revolution,
Imelda leaving behind some 2000 pairs of shoes. After her husband died in Hawaii due to ill health, Imelda stood trial in the
United States on behalf of her husband. Following that, she returned to the Philippines to face seventy more counts of corruption
and tax evasion. She has now returned to congress in the Philippines, her make-up and gowns as flawless as ever.
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TEXT 1-source: https://www.theguardian.com/
We’re now in month two of the Great Coronavirus Lockdown of 2020. Of my friends without children, one half have become
ninja masters of the sourdough arts, and the other half are practising mindfulness during their enforced solitude, as they hunker
down quietly at home.
Lockdown has given working parents less time in the day, not more. We’re having to work full-time, as though our kids were in
school or childcare; parent full-time, as though it were a weekend and work was the furthest thing from our minds; and we’re
also home-schooling our kids so their brains and social skills don’t atrophy before term-time comes back around. Plus we’re
having to do all of this simultaneously. Our older son, at just five years old, is too illiterate to curl up with a book while we work.
And his younger brother doesn’t quite understand that he can’t clamber all over me while I’m in a virtual team meeting. So, how?
How, in my home, do we manage this series of impossible tasks without the assistance of a magical, Harry Potter-style time-
turner? First, we get up obscenely early so one of us can parent in the morning and work in the afternoon (and vice-versa).
Finally, we squeeze our wireless broadband connection for every spare nanosecond it can give us. Here’s how our broadband
connection is helping us cling on to our sanity.  sourdough –kiselo testo
TEXT 2-source: The literature book
With the revolt that overthrew the last tyrant king in 510 BCE, and the establishment of a form of democracy, the city-state of
Athens ushered in the era of classical Greece. For two centuries, Athens was not only a center of political power in the region,
but also a hotbed of intellectual activity that fostered an extraordinary flowering of philosophy, literary culture, and art, which
was to have a profound influence on the development of Western civilization. Classical Greek culture was dominated by the
achievements of Athenian thinkers, artists, and writers, who developed aesthetic values of clarity, form, and balance—principles
that were epitomized by classical architecture.
A human-centered view also influenced the development of a comparatively new literary art form, drama, which evolved from
religious performances by a chorus in honor of the god Dionysus.
By the beginning of the classical era, religious performances had changed from essentially musical ceremonies to something
more like drama as we know it today, with the addition of actors to play the parts of the characters in a story, rather than simply
narrating. This new form of entertainment was enormously popular, and formed the focal point of an annual festival of Dionysia,
which was held over several days in a custom-built open-air theater that attracted audiences of up to 15,000 people.
TEXT 3- The Lighthouse by P. D. James
Commander Adam Dalgliesh was not unused to being urgently summoned to non-scheduled meetings with unspecified people at
inconvenient times, but usually with one purpose in common: he could be confident that somewhere there lay a dead body
awaiting his attention. There were other urgent calls, other meetings, sometimes at the highest level. He had a number of
functions which, as they grew in number and importance, had become so ill-defined that most of his colleagues had given up
trying to define them. But this meeting, called in Harkness’s office on the seventh floor of New Scotland Yard at ten-fifty-five on
the morning of Saturday had, from his first entry into the room, the unmistakable presaging of murder. This had nothing to do
with a certain serious tension on the faces turned towards him; a departmental debacle would have caused greater concern. It was
rather that unnatural death always provoked a peculiar unease, an uncomfortable realisation that there were still some things that
might not be susceptible to bureaucratic control. There were only three men awaiting him and Dalgliesh was surprised to see
Alexander Conistone of the Foreign Office. He liked Conistone, who was one of the few eccentrics remaining in an increasingly
conformist and politicised service. Conistone had acquired a reputation for crisis management.
TEXT 4- CPE reading exam
For many centuries, the question of how our minds work was left to theologians and philosophers. But at the beginning of the
twentieth century, a new science, experimental psychology emerged, in which the speculative theories of the past were confirmed
or disproved by the scientific method. At the forefront of this research was J B Watson. His area of interest was the origin of
human emotions. Do we learn them, or are they congenial? In particular, Watson wanted to study fear, and was prepared to go to
whatever lengths to study his theory. Watson’s subject was a 9 month old infant, Albert. During the experiment, Watson
tormented the child with loud, unexpected noises as he was playing with them. Sure enough, Albert learnt to associate these
things with the unpleasant experience. Even when the noises were stopped, Albert withdrew his body and puckered his face when
presented once more with the rat and mask.
Such disturbing experiments would never be permitted nowadays. The film which Watson made of the experiment makes
discomforting viewing, as the child is interminably and cold-heartedly tortured by the items which he has been taught to fear.
Nonetheless, this was a landmark work with profound influence.