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1 These phones do not work in the office.
2. These blouses are made of silk.
3. These beautiful pictures.
4. His books are very popular and I'm really interested.
5. His difficult words to write.
6. My sons are journalists, and they were very successful.
7. These wallets are not made of leather.
8. This is my neighbors.
9. He has a camera.
10. His new cassette tape recorders.
11. These rooms are very large.
12. In the field there are matches.
13. There are knives.
14. There are men and women on the street.
15. These ladies are wives of gentelmen.
16. This shoe is too big for my legs.
17. The children are sitting on a bench.
18. My teeth are white.
19. These keys are made of steel.
20. Potatoes are vegetables, and cherries are fruits.
21. These are my friends.
22. My superiors are very zealous.
1)Who was Mrs Richards?
2)What did she want?
3)Was she a housewoman?
4)Haven*t she dress?
5)She sent her children to school didn*t she?
Не очень поняла поставленную задачу, но видимо: "3 p.m."
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East or West, home is best. I believe IN this proverb.
I think that my home is a little world where I can live according to my own rules. It’s because here are my relatives, my dogs, my favourite things. When I feel tired, I can relax only at home. There's no place like home. When I am ill, I feel better only at home. Everything is easier at home. I like to receive guests AT my home. Home is most important place in the life of every person. AT home we feel comfortable, calm and happy. Every family holiday we celebrate at home. Many days off we spend at home within the family. My dearest people live there. The furniture, the things, the pictures at home can say a lot of about their masters. Masters' character, his/her habits we can learn when we look at their homes. My home is my castle – Englishmen tell so. I support this. I like my home city, my motherland. My favourite place is my mother’s place of birth –the hamlet Anosovo. All my childhood I spent there. There are a lot of luxurious blossoming fruit gardens. There is warm newly drawn milk of a cow or a goat. There are bright-green watery meadows. There is my lovely pond covered by duckweed. Every summer I went there, but unfortunately, I don’t have time to go there now. It was the happiest time in my life when I was there. In the village near Anosovo every summer celebrates holidays - the days of poetry. It’s because Pushkin visited the village Bolshoe Boldino. When days of poetry are celebrated, famous actors’ concerts are performed there. I recollect this time with tenderness and I regret that I couldn't return these times. I would like to go there again to see my childhood place.
