2.Have they got a big years? Yes, they have.
3.Have they got three eyes? No, they havent
4. has she got a red hair? No, she hasnt
5. Has he got big feet? Yes, he has
What she is doing?where does she working?She now works in a shop?where your friend works?she works ?
<u>T</u><u>he recipe for the vinaigrette - </u><em><u>Рецепт винегрета.</u>
</em>1.Two beet - <em>Две свеклы;
</em>2.Two potatoes - <em>Два картофеля;
</em>3.Two carrots - <em>Две моркови;
</em>4.140 grams sauerkraut - <em>140 грамм кислой капусты;</em>
5. Salt cucumber - <em>солёный огурец;</em>
6. White bow - Белый лук;
7.Vegetable oil 50 millilitres - <em>Растительное масло 50 миллилитров;
</em>8. Salt, pepper, spices to taste - <em>Соль, перец, специи по вкусу. </em>
The 14th of February is a holiday, called St. Valentine's Day. It's the day when boys and girls, sweethearts and lovers, husbands and wives, friends and neighbors will exchange greetings of love or satirical comment. And the quick, modern way to do it is with a Valentine card.Valentines as we know them first appeared in the 18th century, and were cards with drawings and verses made by the sender. In the 19th century shop-made valentines appeared, and became decorated with lace, real flowers, feathers, and moss.Valentine-sending has now become less, though it does revive from time to time. The first Valentine of all was a bishop, a Christian martyr, who before he was put to death by the Romans sent a note of friendship to his jailer's blind daughter. Comic valentines are also traditional.Here is a story about St. Valentine's Day in one family. The story is called "A Valentine's Fiasco: Her Heart was Full — His Stomach Empty".My Great-Grandma and Grandpa had been married a good many years when she decided that they should exchange Valentine cards as they used to during their courtship. "We shouldn't let the custom die out", she pleaded. However, Great-Grandpa refused to spend any money on "such rubbish".She didn't require a card from him. She only wanted to surprise him and warm his heart a little. He worked hard. Every day he walked several miles across the fields to work, and he was accompanied by his grown sons, all carrying big sticks in one hand and lunch-baskets in the other.On that day the old lady got up very early. She took a real fresh rose from the garden and fixed it on the card so that when the card was opened, the living rose was revealed to the beholder's (loving, she hoped) eyes. Then she packed the boys' and papa's lunch-baskets. All day she smiled and sang to herself remembering their first romantic meeting and the few happy days they had before the babies began arriving.Alas, it all went wrong. When the boys and Great- Grandpa opened their baskets to have their dinner, the boys heard such a yell from their papa, that they were ready to run, remembering their father's heavy hands.Their father threw out an old card and a rose, not reading the words carefully inscribed with loving hand "Amos — my everything - Nellie". "My grub!" — he roared. "Where's my dinner?" — and in case of apoplexy the boys had reluctantly to hand over some of theirs.<span>Poor Great - Grandmama. With love in her heart, her mind had been miles away from her work. She had forgotten to do the first thing which all good Victorian wives were supposed to: "First — feed the brute".</span>
Dear Peter,
How are you? Recently, I saw a new movies called Beauty and the Beast. It was a beautiful movie.
The main actress , named Bella, was a daughter of an inventor in the village. Her father got into the Beast's castle. In order for him to be free, she had to live in the castle forever with the Beast. The Beast used to be a prince but a fairy turned him into a Beast. In the end of the story, Bella saved the Beast and he turned back to being human.
I really enjoyed the movie and the songs they sang. The costumes were really amazing. I do not want to spoiler it for you, so I would recommend it for you to watch. Have you seen this movie? If yes, then write back to me as I want to know your opinion.
Yours,
HappilyEverAfter05.
