Welcome to mr. Aslanov’s pre -ielts lessons 40 stories to retell

 
 
STORY 30. 
Mr. Knott was a teacher. He taught in a big school in London. He lived a long way from the 
school, so he was usually quite tired when he got home. At nine o’clock one evening, when he was in bed, the 
telephone bell rang in the hall of his small house, so he went downstairs, picked up the telephone and said, 
‘This is Whitebridge 3165. Who’s speaking, please?’ ‘Watt,’ a man answered. ‘What’s your name, please?’ 
said Mr. Knott. ‘Watt’s my name,’ was the answer. ‘Yes, I asked you that. What’s your name?’ Mr. Knott said 
again. ‘I told you. Watt’s my name,’ said the other man. ‘Are you Jack Smith?’ ‘No, I’m Knott,’ answered Mr. 
Knott. ‘Will you give me your name, please?’ said Mr. Watt. ‘Will Knott,’ answered Mr. Knott. Both Mr. Watt 
and Mr. Will Knott put their telephones down angrily and thought, ‘That was a rude, stupid man!’ 
 
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STORY 31. 
Carol Roberts left school when she was seventeen and then thought, ‘What’s going to happen 
now? I want to marry a nice, young man and have children, but no nice, young men have asked me yet. Will I 
meet one soon, and will he want to marry me?’ She spoke to her best friend about these questions, and her best 
friend said. ‘Go and ask a fortune-teller. Perhaps she’ll give you the answers.’ So Carol went to see a fortune-
teller. The fortune-teller said to her, ‘I’ll give you answers to two questions. It’ll cost you five pounds.’ Carol 
was surprised. She thought for some time, but at last she paid the money. Then she said to the fortune-teller, 
‘Isn’t that very expensive for only two questions?’ ‘Yes, it is,’ answered the fortune-teller. ‘And now what’s 
your second question?’
 
 
STORY 32. 
Jack had a small, red car, and he liked driving it very fast. This was all right when he was out in 
the country, but in towns and big villages driving fast is dangerous, so there is always a speed limit. In Jack’s 
country it was fifty kilometres an hour. Jack often drove faster than that through towns. One day Jack was 
driving his small, red car through a town when a very young policeman stopped him and said, ‘You were 
driving at more than fifty kilometres an hour, sir. Please give me your name and address.’ Jack looked at the 
young policeman carefully for a few seconds and then said to him, ‘But I started my journey less than an hour 
ago!’ The policeman was new to this work and did not know the answer to Jack’s excuse. He thought for a few 
seconds and then let Jack go.