Концерт, оптимизм, Калифорния, персонаж, Чикаго, Лос-Анджелес. Сегодня был незабываемый концерт. Персонаж из рассказа был озадачен. Ко мне приехал друг из Калифорнии. Лос-Анджелес очень красивый город. Завтра мы собираемся поехать в Чикаго.
1. Does you brother work ..? He works
<span>2. Was your grandmother sleeping when you came home yesterday?
</span><span>3. What will your brother do tomorrow?
</span><span>4 . I didn't go to the shop yesterday . I will go to the shop tomorrow .
5 . Where was Kate going when you met her yesterday?
6 . Look at these children : they are to skateing very well.
7 . Did you skate last Sunday ? - Yes , we were skating the whole day last Sunday . We will skate again next Sunday .
8 . My brother can skate very well . He skates every Sunday.
9 . What are you doing now ?- I'm washing the dishes.
10. What were you doing at three o'clock yesterday ? - I was having dinner.
11. Are you having dinner now?
12. Every day the boss enters the office at nine o'clock.
13. Yesterday the boss entered the office at half past nine.
14. When will the boss come tomorrow?
15. At six o'clock yesterday we were listening to a very interesting lecture.
16 . When I entered the office , the secretary was typing some letters.
17. My friend rang me up at eight o'clock yesterday.
18. Look ! My friends are playing football.
19 . Kate doesn't write letters every day.
20. Did you see your friend yesterday?
21. Did your father go on a business trip last month?
22. What did Nick do yesterday?
23. When does Nick get up every morning?
24. Where will your mother go tomorrow?
25. I will invite my friends to come to my place tomorrow.
26. A disco, which took place at the club last weekend, kept/was keeping people awake half the night .</span>
My favorite animal is the cat. She is independent and proud. Such was Rosa. She sat sedately on the porch and throw fluffy tail, white paws, and strictly looked at me with her emerald green eyes at passers-by.Owners Frosya moved to another city and left the cat on the street. The first few days she was very homesick. The cat sat by the door of the empty apartment and with a silent plea looked into the eyes of each of the neighbors going up or down, "presses the call button?". She had not eaten anything and I would spend hours sitting in one place, still frozen in his majestic pose.I often fed stray cats and always tried to treat Frou. And eventually she warmed. Once the cat gently took my hand a piece of sausage and purred gratefully. Since then, it again started to be able to trust in human kindness. But, as before, Rosa behaved with restraint and politeness. Gently, without fuss, ate food, and then long and carefully deposited soft paws furry muzzle, lazily primoriva eyes.Even just the summer heat filled urban courtyards and streets, as our home planted a tiny, shabby kitten. Domestic cat hissed at him and drove away from their feeders. And suddenly our impregnable Rosa went to the foundling and started to lick. Since then, they became inseparable. Cat watched every step of the baby. In his own way taught him good manners and independence.The most interesting thing about this story is that Rosa began to care for abandoned kittens. She cared for them and fiercely defended from other cats and dogs. It is an amazing cat who survived the betrayal, as if he wanted to protect from the grief of loss of these little silly. She gave the kittens all his wisdom, kindness and love.<span>If I look out the window and see Frou with its variegated collection, then all is well and peaceful in our yard and in our lives.</span>
<span>The village... the gorgeous scenery opened in front of you. Summer reveals the boundless expanses of fields covered with dew in the morning, the forests, the top of which sercout in the sun. Here you go through the village and look around how people like ants work, and some rest. You go, go, and there is far - field. In the distance haystacks, accurate collected into bundles. Night so majestically here are shining stars and the month, podagrica them, hangs above the little houses, on the roofs Buddha light.
Winter already comes close in the village overnight. Snow beats on the window, Buddha wants to access. all covered with white soft snow, looking like the clouds, fallen from heaven. Frost formed on the trees and Windows. Blizzard cold whistling his song<span>.</span></span>
