<span>Cried a terrible voice, as a
man jumped out from among the graves.
And he said "<u />Hold your noise or I'll cut your
throat!"</span><span>A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his
leg. A</span><span>man with no hat, and with
broken shoes, and with an old rag tied</span><span>round his head. A man who
had been soaked in water,
and</span><span>smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by
flints .</span><span>He limped,
and shivered, and glared
and growled; and
whose teeth chattered in
his head as he seized me by the chin.</span><span>He I pleaded in terror, that this man did not cut him/</span>
The man asked his name and
where he lives/
<span>"Pip, sir." – he answered
and pointed
to where his village lay,
</span><span>a mile or more from the church.
The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me upside down, and emptied
my pockets. There was nothing in them but a piece of bread. Then he was seated on a high tombstone, trembling, while he
ate the bread ravenously.</span>
<span>The man said, licking his
lips, "what fat cheeks you
ha' got."</span>
"I could eat 'em,"
said the man/
<span>The Boy earnestly expressed his
hope that he wouldn't, and held tighter</span>
to the tombstone .
The man asked where his
mother
"There, sir!",
said he.
He jumped, made a short run,
and stopped and looked over his
shoulder.
"Oh!" said he,
coming back. "And is that your father alongside
your mother?"
"Yes, sir," said he/
Then the man asked who at
the moment he is living
He said that his sister and
her husband blacksmith.
<span>After darkly looking at his
leg and me several times, he came closer to my tombstone, took me by both arms,
and tilted
him back<span> as far as he could hold him; so that his eyes looked
most powerfully down into his, and mine looked most helplessly up into his. The
man asked him if he knew what the file and wittles /</span></span><span>"Yes, sir."-
answered the boy</span>
After each question he
tilted me over a little more, so as to give
me a greater sense of
helplessness and danger.
<span>He demanded that the boy
brought the file and brought wittles and then this man will leave him alive
while he was shaking it over and over again. </span>
1.у Била есть кошка.его кошка худая. она не большая.его кошка умеет плавать и прыгать.
2.у джима есть кошка. она большаяю она не худаяю она не умеет прыгатью она умеет петь.
My family and I MOVING to another city next month.
1. a)
2. b)
3. c)
4. b)
5. a)