Английский тест 9 класс

In the Lift
Once, I came home from school and got in the lift and about half way up it suddenly stopped. There was no one in with me. I was terrified. It just stopped with me inside. I felt so stupid. I felt as if I was hanging miles up in the air in a box tied by strings. I didn’t know what to do. I looked at the buttons.
I began by pressing all the numbers. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. No good. Then I looked at the other buttons. One said, “STOP”. I didn’t bother to press that one. Another said, DOORS OPEN”. I didn’t dare to press that. Imagine the door opening and me stepping out and falling down four floors.
I shouted out, “Help!”
No one answered. I shouted again.
“Help! Help! Get me out. I’m stuck in the lift.”
There was a switch at the bottom of the buttons. So I pressed it down. Nothing happened.
Then the light went out.
I started to cry and scream at the same time. I screamed and screamed. In the end I couldn’t scream any more. But I could keep on crying and I did. I don’t think I’ve ever cried as much in my life.
I sat down on the floor and pressed myself against the back wall. I don’t know, It felt safer, as far away from the door as possible. I kept thinking, “They’re going to open soon and I’ll fall out.”
If only I could get a light. Then I could, perhaps, try to escape. If I could see. Maybe that switch, I thought, was really the light-switch even though the light hadn’t gone off when I’d pressed it.
I slid myself round and stretched up my arm to feel for the buttons. I got my fingers on the switch and pressed it back up. Nothing happened. I screamed out, “Help! Please! Help! Get me out! Mum! Mum! Mum!” And I banged my hand against all the buttons; I banged and pressed them all.
Then I heard a bell ringing. It was just like the electric bell we had at our school. But it didn’t stop. It just kept on ringing and ringing.
“It’s an alarm bell,” I thought. “The building must be on fire.”
“Please, God,” I said, “Please get me out. I’ll do anything. I’ll be better. I really will. Please get me out.”
It was hot. It was getting really hot in the lift. I was sweating. I knew that I would soon be able to smell the smoke.
And then – the lift moved.
I screamed as loud as I could, though I knew no one would hear me. The lift was moving. The fire must have burnt through the cables. I was scared stiff but then I realized that the lift was moving very slowly as if someone was carefully lowering it down.
Very gently, down we went – me and the lift, together in the dark.
It stopped. I pressed myself against the steel wall. And the door opened. There was a man standing there. I couldn’t see his face against the light. He stepped towards me.
“Right, love,” he said. “Let’s have you out.”