In this picture I imagine five people that are walking in the forest and talking about something. Also there is a little dog that is running near its master. It's a summer and it's a daytime. There is a little girl with her mother and father and also woman and man walking across the road.
Черно- белое печенье.
Этот рецепт - вариация на тему песочного печенья с использованием старой как мир темы: сочетания двух цветов - белого и тёмного. Вроде бы ничего особенного и нового, но выглядит печенье вполне достойно. Я добавила в белую часть теста пару ложек сгущённого молока, за счет чего тесто после запекания стало слегка хрустящим, но думаю, что и без этой добавки печенье ничего не потеряет.
Не могу назвать этот рецепт быстрым, т.к. требуется два раза помещать тесто в холодильник, и каждый раз - не меньше чем на час, но могу однозначно назвать его простым. И симпатичным.
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Black and white cookies
This recipe is a variation on the theme of shortbread using the world-old themes: a combination of two colors - white and dark. It seems to be nothing special and new, but it looks like the cookies quite well. I added in the white part of the test a couple of spoons of condensed milk, whereby the dough after baking was a little crunchy, but I think that without this Supplement, cookies have nothing to lose.
Can't call this recipe fast, since it requires two times to put the dough in the fridge, each time less than an hour, but I can definitely call it simple. And cute.
Ответ: 2. On 29 September
3. 11
4. In the park in front of the house
5. 6
6. Behind the tree
7. In a box opposite the table
8. Birthday cake on a chair
Объяснение:
Great expectations— Hey, shut up! — there was a terrible cry, and among the graves, near the porch, suddenly a grown man. — Don't yell, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat!Scary man in a rough gray clothes, with a heavy chain on his leg! Man without a hat, broken shoes, the head is wrapped with some cloth. The man who, as can be seen, the IOC in water and crawling through the mud, knocked down and hurt his feet on the rocks, which were burning nettle, and plucked off the thorns! He was limping and shaking, staring eyes and gasped suddenly, loudly chattering teeth, grabbed me by the chin.— Oh, don't cut me, sir! in horror I pleaded. — Please, sir, don't!— What's your name? — asked the man. — Well, now!— PIP, sir.How, how? — asked the man, drilling me with her eyes. — Say that again.— PIP. PIP, sir.— Where do you live? — asked the man. — Show me!I pointed to where on a flat coastal lowlands, a good mile from the Church, nestled in alder and winds our village.After looking at me for a moment, the man turned me upside down and emptied my pockets. They had nothing, except for a piece of bread. When the Church was in place, and he was so agile and strong that once tipped it upside down, so the bell ended up at my feet, — and so, when the Church was in place, it turned out that I was sitting on a high tombstone, and he eats my bread.
Wow, puppy, ' said the man, licking his lips. — Wow, what fat cheeks!It is possible that they were really thick, although I at that time was small for his age and did not differ good addition.— As if I ate them, ' said the man furiously shook his head, — and may the hell, I'm for real and eat it.I very seriously asked him not to do this and tightened his grasp on the tombstone on which he put me, — partly in order not to fall, partly in order to hold back the tears.— Hey you, ' said the man. — Where's your mother?— Here, sir, ' I said.He winced and rushed past, then stopped, looked over his shoulder.— Here, sir, ' I explained timidly. — "Also Georgiana". This is my mother.— Ah, — he said, returning. — And this, next to your mother, your father?— Yes, sir, ' I said. — It is also here: "a Resident of this parish.""So," he said and paused. — Who do you live with, or rather, with whom he lived, because I still haven't decided to let you live or not.— With my sister, sir. Mrs. Joe Gargery. She was the wife of the blacksmith, sir.Blacksmith, you say? — he asked. And looked at his leg.He transferred the frown with his feet on me and back, then came close to me, grabbed him by the shoulders and threw back as he could then, so that his eyes searchingly looked down at me and my confused looked up at him.— Now listen, — he said, — and remember that I haven't decided to let you live or not. What file, you know?— Yes, sir.What is a grub, you know?— Yes, sir.After each question he lightly shook me, so that I felt the danger facing me and his complete helplessness.— I'll get the file. — It jolted me. And going to get some grub. — He again shook me. And bring it here. — He again shook me. — I will rip out your heart with the liver. — He again shook me.
Toktar Ongarbayuly Aubakirov born on 27 July 1946 <span>is a retired </span>Kazakh<span> Air Force officer and a former </span>cosmonaut.<span>Toktar Aubakirov was born in Karkaraly district, Karaganda region, </span>Kazakh SSR<span>, which is now Kazakhstan. After graduating from the 8th grade of a secondary school he started working as a metal turner at the Temirtau foundry, whilst attending an evening school. In 1965 he joined the Armavir Military Aviation Institute of the Anti-Air Defence Pilots. He served as a </span>fighter pilot<span> in the </span>Soviet Air Force<span> on the Far East borders of the USSR until his acceptance into the M. Gromov Test Pilot's School in 1975.
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