# Students

Дмитрий Алёхин

Следите за приключениями четырех иностранных студентов – Лео, Майи, Омара и Хлои – в Лондоне. Эта книга состоит из простых и увлекательных историй, специально созданных для начинающих изучать английский (уровень А2-В1). Читайте о том, как герои исследуют город, учатся, дружат и открывают для себя британскую культуру. Новые полезные слова выделены в тексте. Отличный способ практиковать язык и погрузиться в атмосферу Лондона!

Chapter 1: Hello, London!

Meet the Characters:

Leo (Leonardo), 20, from Italy. He loves books, coffee, and is always a little lost. He is enthusiastic.

Maya, 21, from Japan. She is quiet, observant, and always has her sketchbook. She likes art and history.

Omar, 22, from Egypt. He is funny, friendly, and knows all the best cheap places to eat.

Chloe, 19, from London. She lives near the university and is the "local expert" for her new friends.


It is a cold, grey September morning. Leo looks out of the window of his new room. His room is small. There is a bed, a desk, a chair, and a big window. Outside, he can see red buses and many people with umbrellas. This is London. This is his new home.

"Breathe, Leo," he says to himself. He is nervous but excited.

There is a knock on the door. Knock, knock, knock.

Leo opens the door. A young man with a big smile is there.

"Hello! I am your neighbour. My name is Omar. Welcome to Atlas House!" Omar says. His voice is warm and loud.

"Hi, I'm Leo. From Italy," Leo says and shakes Omar's hand.

"Excellent! I am from Egypt. Are you hungry? I am going to the cafeteria. The food is not perfect, but it's cheap."

Leo is happy. A friend! "Yes, I am very hungry."

In the cafeteria, they see a girl sitting alone. She is drawing in a notebook.

"Can we sit here?" Omar asks.

The girl looks up and smiles shyly. "Yes, of course. I am Maya."

"I'm Leo, and this is Omar."

"I am from Japan," Maya says. "I like drawing the buildings here. They are very old and beautiful."

"First day of classes tomorrow," Omar says. "English Literature and British Culture. I hope it's interesting."

"Me too," says Leo. "And I hope my English is good enough."

A voice next to them says, "Your English is great! Don't worry."

They turn. A girl with red hair and a bright blue raincoat is holding a tray. "This place is full. Can I join you? I'm Chloe."

They all say "yes" together. Chloe sits down.

"So, you are all new here?" she asks. "I'm from North London. I can be your guide. For example, this cafeteria food… it's bad. But I know a great fish and chips shop near here."

"Fish and chips?" asks Maya.

"Traditional British food!" Chloe explains. "Fried fish with fried potatoes. It's delicious. We can go there tonight."

Leo, Maya, and Omar look at each other and smile. This is a good idea.

That evening, the four new friends walk through the streets of London. It is raining a little, but the city is bright with lights. They see the big, famous clock – Big Ben. They cross the wide River Thames.

"Wow," Leo says. "It's like a postcard!"

Chloe takes them to a small, warm shop. The smell is amazing. They get their fish and chips in paper boxes.

"This is incredible!" says Omar with a full mouth.

They eat and talk. They talk about their studies, their families, and their dreams.

"I want to see the places from my books," says Leo. "221B Baker Street, where Sherlock Holmes lived."

"I want to draw all the museums," says Maya.

"I want to understand British humour!" laughs Omar.

Chloe smiles. "You will. And we will help each other."

They walk back to Atlas House. Their dormitory is a tall, old building. It is not beautiful, but it is full of life. They can hear music and voices from different windows.

"Tomorrow, our first class," Maya says. "Room 101, at 9 AM."

"Don't be late!" says Chloe. "The professor is very serious."

In his small room, Leo opens his notebook. He writes: "Day 1 in London. I have three friends: Omar from Egypt, Maya from Japan, and Chloe from London. We ate fish and chips. It was delicious. London is big, noisy, and wonderful. I am happy. And… a little scared. Tomorrow is the first class. I must not be late."

He looks out of the window at the London lights. The adventure is just beginning.


Chapter 2: First Day, First Class

The alarm on Leo’s phone rang loudly. It was 7:30 AM. Dark and rainy again. For a moment, he didn’t know where he was. Then he remembered: London. University. First day.

He got dressed quickly. Blue jeans, a sweater, and a warm jacket. "The London uniform," he thought.

In the hallway, he saw Omar. Omar was wearing bright yellow trousers and looked very awake.

"Good morning, Leo! Ready for the lecture?" Omar asked.

"I think so. Is Maya ready?" Leo said.

They knocked on Maya's door. She opened it. She was ready, with her backpack and a big notebook. "I couldn't sleep. I was too excited," she said.

Chloe was waiting for them in the common room downstairs. "The punctual students! Excellent. Follow me."

They walked to the main university building. It was big, old, and looked like a castle. Students everywhere. They spoke many different languages. Leo heard French, Chinese, Arabic, and Spanish. It was amazing.

"Room 101 is here," Chloe said. They went inside.

The room was big, with many seats. They sat near the front. The professor came in. She was a tall woman with grey hair and glasses. She looked very intelligent.

"Good morning. I am Professor Evans. Welcome to 'Introduction to British Literature and Culture'. This is your first step," she said. Her voice was clear and calm.

She started the lecture. She talked about very old stories – about kings, queens, and knights. Leo tried to write everything down. Some words were difficult.

"…and these medieval tales are the foundation of our modern stories," Professor Evans said. Leo saw that Maya was drawing a knight in her notebook. Omar listened carefully. Chloe already knew some answers.

"Your first assignment," the professor said. "I want you to explore London. Not as tourists, but as students. Visit one place from our literature. For example, the Globe Theatre, where Shakespeare's plays were performed. Or the Sherlock Holmes Museum. Write a short report about it. One page. Due next week."

Leo felt excited. An adventure for homework! He looked at his friends. They smiled. This was a good idea.

After class, they went to the university café.

"So, where do we go?" Omar asked. "So many places!"

"The Globe Theatre is very famous," Maya said.

"But it's cold and rainy for a theatre," Leo said. "Maybe a museum is better."

"I have an idea," Chloe said. "Let's go to the British Museum. It's free, it's warm, and it's full of stories. You can see real things from the old tales."

They all agreed. The British Museum was perfect.

That afternoon, they took the Tube – the London Underground. The station was busy and noisy. Leo bought a ticket with his new Oyster card.

"The Tube map is like a spider's web," Omar said, looking at the colourful lines.

They got on the Piccadilly Line. The train was fast and loud. In ten minutes, they were at the British Museum.

The museum was enormous and beautiful. A big, white building with many columns.

"Wow," Maya whispered. She immediately took out her sketchbook.

Inside, it was even bigger. High ceilings, lights, and thousands of objects.

"What do we want to see?" Leo asked. "There is too much!"

"Let's see the Egyptian section," Omar said. "I want to see the Rosetta Stone."

They found it. A dark stone with three different writings. It was very old and very important.

"Look, this stone helped people understand ancient languages," Chloe explained.

Maya drew the stone quickly. Leo read the information. Omar told them more facts about Egypt.

Then they went to the Greek section. They saw statues and parts of an old temple.

"It's like travelling in time," Leo said.

They were tired but happy. They sat in the museum café.

"This is a good place for our report," Maya said. "We can write about one object and its story."

"Yes," Leo agreed. "I liked the big clock from the Enlightenment. It was complicated and beautiful."

"Good choice. Now, we need to write our page," Chloe said. "We can work in the library tomorrow."

They went back to Atlas House on the Tube. The rain had stopped, and the evening lights were on.

In his room, Leo opened his laptop. He wrote the title: "My First Week in London."

He wrote about the museum, the Rosetta Stone, and the old clock. He wrote about his new friends: Omar's jokes, Maya's drawings, Chloe's help. He wrote about the rainy weather and the warm fish and chips.

He looked at the last sentence: "This is not just studying. This is living inside a story. And I like this story very much."

He saved the document and went to bed. Outside, a red bus passed by. The sound was loud, but now it felt familiar. It felt like London. It felt like home.


Chapter 3: The Library, The Pub, and The Plan

The next morning, the rain was very heavy. It sounded like small stones hitting the window.

"Typical British weather," Omar said at breakfast. He was reading a text from a friend in Egypt showing a photo of bright sun. "I miss the sun."

"But the rain is good for reading," Leo said. "We have our reports to write."

"True. Let's go to the library after class," Maya suggested. "Chloe says the university library is fantastic."

Their second class was "British Life and Institutions." The professor, Mr. Davies, was young and energetic. He used many pictures and videos.

"Today, we talk about something very important," Mr. Davies said. "The British pub."

Omar sat up straighter. This was interesting.

"A pub is not just a bar. It is a social hub," the professor explained. "People talk, meet friends, play games, and sometimes even solve community problems there. It is a part of our culture."

He showed pictures of old, cosy pubs with wooden tables and fireplaces.

"Your informal homework this week," Mr. Davies said with a smile. "Visit a pub. Talk to people. Observe. You don't need to write a report, just tell us about your experience next class."

After class, they went to the library. It was a modern building with glass walls. Inside, it was very quiet. They found a table near the window.

"I will write about the Rosetta Stone," Omar said. "It connects languages. Like us here."

"I will write about the Greek sculptures," Maya said. "Their art tells stories without words."

Leo decided to write about the Enlightenment clock. "It's about time and ideas," he said.

They worked for an hour. It was difficult to find the right words. Leo used his dictionary often. Sometimes, he asked Chloe for help.

"Your English is getting better, Leo," Chloe said.

"Thank you. But it's slow," Leo answered.

"Don't worry. Learning a language is a marathon, not a sprint," she said.

In the evening, they decided to do their "pub homework." Chloe took them to "The King's Oak," a pub near the university. It was old and warm, with dark wood and soft lights. There was a gentle noise of conversation and the smell of beer and old books.

"It's so… cosy," Maya said.

They ordered drinks: lemonade for Maya, a beer for Omar and Leo, and a cider for Chloe. They found a small table.

"Look, people are playing darts," Omar pointed. At the back of the pub, a group was throwing small arrows at a round board.

"Do you want to try?" a friendly older man at the next table asked. "I can teach you. The rules are simple."

His name was Bob. He was a retired teacher. He taught them how to hold the darts and how to count points. Leo was terrible at it. Omar was surprisingly good. Maya watched and laughed.

"You see," Bob said. "A pub is a great place to meet people. We talk, we play, we share stories."

Bob told them about the history of the pub. It was over 200 years old! He also gave them a tip. "If you want to see real London, don't just visit the tourist attractions. Go to the markets. Go to Borough Market. Try the food. Talk to the traders. They have the best stories."

It was a wonderful evening. They felt like a part of London life.

Walking back to Atlas House, they made a plan.

"Bob's idea is good," Chloe said. "Let's go to Borough Market on Saturday. It's one of the oldest food markets in London."

"Yes! We can try different foods and practise English with the sellers," Leo said.

"And I can draw," Maya added.

"Perfect. A cultural and culinary adventure," Omar said. "My favourite kind."

Back in his room, Leo added to his document. He wrote about the quiet library, the noisy pub, the game of darts, and their new friend Bob. He looked at the plan for Saturday.

"A market adventure," he wrote. "Every day here is a new lesson. And not all lessons are in the classroom. Some are in pubs, some in museums, and the next one… will be in a market. I am learning English, but I am also learning how to live in this big, busy, wonderful city. And I am not doing it alone."

He closed his laptop. The rain had stopped. From the common room downstairs, he could hear Omar's laughter and music. He smiled and went to join his friends. The story continued.


Chapter 4: Saturday at the Market

Saturday morning arrived with a surprise: sunshine. Bright, beautiful light filled Leo's room. It felt like a gift.

"No rain!" Omar announced loudly in the hallway. "The sun is visiting London! Quick, before it changes its mind!"

They met Chloe outside Atlas House. She was holding a big, empty bag. "For market spoils," she explained with a grin. "Come on, the market is busy in the morning."

They took the Tube to London Bridge station. When they walked out, Leo immediately smelled it: a delicious mix of coffee, fresh bread, frying onions, and sweet sugar. The noise was different from the quiet library – it was the happy sound of people talking, laughing, and vendors calling out.

Borough Market was a maze of colourful stalls under old railway arches. There were mountains of shiny vegetables, wheels of cheese bigger than Leo's head, baskets of bread in every shape, and sizzling pans of food from all over the world.

"It's overwhelming," Maya said, her eyes wide. She already had her sketchbook in hand.

"Rule number one," Chloe said. "Walk around first. Look at everything. Then choose."

They walked slowly. A man offered them a piece of golden, flaky cheese pastry. It melted in their mouths.

"Divine!" Omar said, his mouth full.

A woman at a fruit stall gave them a sweet, juicy English strawberry. "In season," she said with a smile.

Leo saw foods he didn't know: Scotch eggs, sausage rolls, bubble and squeak. Chloe explained each one.

They stopped at a stall selling hot, spicy Spanish paella. The man serving it, Miguel, was from Valencia. He spoke fast, happy Spanish-English.

"You are students? You try my paella, best in London!" he said, and gave them a small plate to share. The rice was yellow with saffron and full of seafood.

"This is incredible," Leo said. Miguel was happy and told them about coming to London twenty years ago.

Maya started drawing the paella pan, the steam rising from it. Miguel saw her drawing. "For me? Fantástico!" he said. He gave them another small plate for free.

They bought a loaf of warm, crusty bread and some cheese. Then they saw a familiar face. It was Bob, their friend from the pub! He was buying mushrooms from a friendly farmer.