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

 
 
STORY 27. 
It was Jimmy’s birthday, and he was five years old. He got quite a lot of nice birthday presents 
from his family, and one of them was a beautiful big drum. ‘Who gave him that thing?’ Jimmy’s father said 
when he saw it. ‘His grandfather did,’ answered Jimmy’s mother. ‘Oh,’ said his father. Of course, Jimmy liked 
his drum very much. He made a terrible noise with it, but his mother did not mind. His father was working 
during the day, and Jimmy was in bed when he got home in the evening, so he did not hear the noise. But one 
of the neighbours did not like the noise at all, so one morning a few days later, she took a sharp knife and went 
to Jimmy’s house while he was hitting his drum. She said to him, ‘Hullo, Jimmy. Do you know, there’s 
something very nice inside your drum. Here’s a knife. Open the drum and let’s find it.’
 
 
STORY 28. 
When Torn Howard was seventeen years old he was as tall as his father, so he began to borrow 
Mr. Howard’s clothes when he wanted to go out with his friends in the evening. Mr. Howard did not like this, 
and he always got very angry when he found his son wearing any of his things. One evening when Tom came 
downstairs to go out, his father stopped him in the hall. He looked at Tom’s clothes very carefully. Then he said 
angrily, ‘Isn’t that one of my ties, Tom?’ ‘Yes, Father, it is,’ answered Tom. ‘And that shirt’s mine too, isn’t 
it?’ his father continued. ‘Yes, that’s yours too,’ answered Tom. ‘And you’re wearing my belt!’ said Mr. 
Howard. ‘Yes, I am, Father,’ answered Tom. ‘You don’t want your trousers to fall down, do you?’
 
 
STORY 29. 
Mr. Yates was nearly ninety, so it was often difficult for him to remember things, but he still liked 
travelling very much, so he and his wife went to Spain every year. One summer when they were there, they 
went to visit some friends. These people had two young daughters. One afternoon Mr. Yates was talking to one 
of the girls in the garden after lunch. ‘You and your sister were ill when my wife and I were here last year, 
weren’t you?’ he said to her. ‘Yes, we were,’ answered the girl. ‘We were very ill.’ The old man said nothing 
for a minute, because he was thinking. Then at last he said, ‘Oh, yes, I remember now! One of you died. Which 
one of you was it, you or your sister?’ The girl answered, ‘It was me.’ ‘Oh? I’m very sorry to hear it,’ said the 
old man.