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Mr. Brown got to a hotel late in the evening. At the same time another traveller came to the hotel. The only vacant room was a double room. They spoke to each other and agreed to spend the night in the same room.

At night Mr. Brown was woken up by the second traveller. He felt very bad and asked to open the window to have some fresh air because he suffered from asthma.

Mr. Brown couldn’t find the matches, so he tried to find the window. He thought he had found it. Mr. Brown took a chair and broke the window with it. The sick man stopped moaning at once.

When they woke up next morning they were surprised to see that the only window in the room was still closed, but the large looking-glass was broken to pieces.

In the North of Scotland there is a lake which contains one of the biggest mysteries of the 20th century. For somewhere in deep waters of Loch Ness a monster is hiding. The story of the Loch Ness monster begins in 1933 when it was seen for the first time.

Since then it has been seen at least once every year and has been photographed many times. The first photograph was taken by a local man in November, 1933.

On one occasion, large brown eyes were seen and horns have been reported several times. The monster, however, has not been forgotten and will probably never be forgotten.

It is known that it sometimes leaves the loch. But the monster and its activities remain a mystery.

The mystery of the Marie Celeste is a story of the old days of the sailing fleet. It happened in 1872. An American brig was crossing the Atlantic from New York to Portugal and was somewhere near the Azores when Captain Moorhouse saw another brig on the sky line. He recognized it as the Marie Celeste which he had seen some weeks ago leaving New York.

Captain Briggs, master of the Marie Celeste had taken his wife and his two-year-old daughter on the trip. Soon Captain Moorhouse saw that something was wrong with the Marie Celeste. She was sailing in the wrong way.

When the two ships came nearer, nobody could be seen on deck. All the people had left the ship for some reason.

What was the reason? There was no sign of any damage, panic or fight on board the Marie Celeste. The log lay on the table. Clothes hung on a string. In some of the men’s boxes there was money. Everything was in good order. What had happened that every man had left a good ship in the middle of the Atlantic and disappeared? The story of the brig remains a mystery to this day.

Sir Isaac Newton was often so deeply interested in difficult problems that he became quite absent-minded. One day a gentleman came to see him, but was told that Sir Isaac was busy in his study and that nobody was allowed to disturb him.

As it was dinner-time, the visitor sat down in the dining-room to wait for the scientist. The servant came in and placed on the table a boiled chicken under a cover. An hour passed, but Newton did not appear. The gentleman, feeling hungry, ate the chicken, and covering up the skeleton, asked the servant to prepare another one for his master.

Before the second chicken was ready, however, the scientist entered the room, apologizing for his delay. Then he added: «As I feel rather tired and hungry, I hope you will excuse me a little longer, while I take my dinner, and I will be at your service.» With these words he lifted the cover, and without emotion turned round to the gentleman and said: «See what strange people we scientists are. I quite forgot that I had dined already.»

At this moment the servant brought in the other chicken. The visitor explained how matters stood. After a hearty laugh, the hungry scientist sat down to dine.

Three men came to New York on holiday. Having taken the room at the hotel they went to amuse themselves. Their room happened to be on the forty-fifth floor.

In the evening the young men went to the cinema and then to the restaurant to have supper there. They came back to the hotel very late. On coming back they found out that the lifts in the hotel didn’t work at night.

“I am very sorry”, said the clerk of the hotel, “but if you don’t want to walk up in your room you can sleep in the hall.” But the young men preferred to sleep in their room. And then Alan said to his friend, “I think I Know how to make it easy for us to walk up to the forty-fifth floor. On our way to the room we’ll tell each other some jokes and funny stories.”

They began to walk up to their room. Having come to the forty-fifth floor, they were out of breath and being very tired they decided to have a rest. “Now listen to my story,” said Bernard, “it will not be long, but it will be sad enough. We have left the key to our room in the hall downstairs.”

Murillo was a great painter in Spain. He painted beautiful pictures and he had many students.

Once he came to his studio and found a very beautiful picture there. He asked his students who had painted that picture but nobody answered. Then he asked his slave Sebastian if he had seen somebody in the studio the night before. The slave did not answer. When the night came and everybody went away Sebastian began to paint. He did not think of the time. Suddenly he heard a noise behind him quietly.

“Sebastian”, cried Murillo, “you are a very good painter. How did you learn to paint?” I took my lessons from you, master, the slave answered. “From me? I have never given you lessons”, said Murillo. “But you gave lessons to your students, and I heard them”, answered the slave.

Murillo was a very honest man. He understood that the slave was a very gifted painter, so he gave him freedom and began to work with his “slave” who was not a slave any longer.