Last summer my uncle travelled to France, to Paris. He went there by plane. In Paris he lived in a big hotel not far from the city centre. He had been staying in Paris for a week and saw a lot of places of interest in the big city. Most of all he enjoyed the museums and the wonderful parks. He bought some souvenirs for his family. I got a blue-and-red cap with the word "Paris" on it
<span><span>Зимнее утроМороз и солнце; день чудесный!
Еще ты дремлешь, друг прелестный —
Пора, красавица, проснись:
Открой сомкнуты негой взоры
Навстречу северной Авроры,
Звездою севера явись!Вечор, ты помнишь, вьюга злилась,
На мутном небе мгла носилась;
Луна, как бледное пятно,
Сквозь тучи мрачные желтела,
И ты печальная сидела —
А нынче… погляди в окно:Под голубыми небесами
Великолепными коврами,
Блестя на солнце, снег лежит;
Прозрачный лес один чернеет,
И ель сквозь иней зеленеет,
И речка подо льдом блестит.Вся комната янтарным блеском
Озарена. Веселым треском
Трещит затопленная печь.
Приятно думать у лежанки.
Но знаешь: не велеть ли в санки
Кобылку бурую запречь?Скользя по утреннему снегу,
Друг милый, предадимся бегу
Нетерпеливого коня
И навестим поля пустые,
Леса, недавно столь густые,
И берег, милый для меня.Александр Пушкин (1799-1837)</span><span>Winter morningCold frost and sunshine: day of wonder!
But you, my friend, are still in slumber —
Wake up, my beauty, time belies:
You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden
Toward the northerly Aurora,
As though a northern star arise!Recall last night, the snow was whirling,
Across the sky, the haze was twirling,
The moon, as though a pale dye,
Emerged with yellow through faint clouds.
And there you sat, immersed in doubts,
And now, — just take a look outside:The snow below the bluish skies,
Like a majestic carpet lies,
And in the light of day it shimmers.
The woods are dusky. Through the frost
The greenish fir-trees are exposed;
And under ice, a river glitters.The room is lit with amber light.
And bursting, popping in delight
Hot stove still rattles in a fray.
While it is nice to hear its clatter,
Perhaps, we should command to saddle
A fervent mare into the sleight?And sliding on the morning snow
Dear friend, we’ll let our worries go,
And with the zealous mare we’ll flee.
We’ll visit empty ranges, thence,
The woods, which used to be so dense
And then the shore, so dear to me.<span>Alexandr Pushkin
translation to english by Mikhail Kneller</span></span></span>
Ответ:
The fauna of Kazakhstan includes more than 170 species of animals, 480 species of birds, about 50 species of reptiles, about 100 species of fish, as well as a large number of amphibians and invertebrates.
The gopher, field vole, pestle, hamsters and pikas live in the steppe, as well as the fox, wolf, saiga, badger, and bustard. There are also birds: cranes, tits, black sparrows, etc.
I like decorating the Christmas tree, sing songs, dance with evereone and receiving gifts.
It is quater to three by picture one.
It is half past five by picture two
It is a quater past ten by picture three
It twenty-five past eleven by picture four.