Abay (Ibrahim) Kunanbayev is a famous Kazakh poet, philosopher, composer, educator, thinker, public figure, founder of the Kazakh written literature and its first classic.
Abai Kunanbayev (29.07.1845 — 23.06.1904) was born in Chingis mountains of Semipalatinsk region. He received home education at the Mullah, then was sent to the madrasah. While studying in madrasah, he attended a Russian school in parallel. He was fluent in Arabic, Persian and other Oriental languages. He read in the original works of the classics of the East - Navoi, Firdousi, Nizami.
He believed that first and foremost education and science, are able to change the existing system. Abay's literary and aesthetic heritage is the national pride of the Kazakh people. The city, streets, theaters, libraries and other objects on the territory of Kazakhstan are named in honor of Abay. The Kazakh state academic Opera and ballet theatre, the Kazakh national pedagogical University in Almaty, the Central avenues of the cities of Kazakhstan, the peak in the spur of the ridge or Alatau are named after Abay. On the square of Abay in Almaty there is a monument to the great poet.
Утвердительные:
I worked hard for my dream.
You wanted to dance with me.
She needed to try.
He really liked reading and drawing.
It made me sad.
Отрицательные:
She didn't like my new dress.
He didn't even come to me.
My cat didn't want to play with me.
Her brother didn't do anything to help us.
I didn't have to go with you to this party.
Вопросительные:
Did you need my supporting?
What did you dream about last night?
Did John send me a message tonight?
Did you travel all alone?
Why did you tell me all this horrible things?
<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>
Там слишком странные обрывки воздушных разговоров