...., почав продавати першу сучасну піццу.Він попросив спекти особливу піццу для короля і королеви Британії в 1885 р., тож перша піцца Маргарита була названа на честь королеви.
Піцца стала улюбленою справою в Італії, але після Першої Світової війни, коли тисячі американських солдатів повернулись додому з Європи, піцца справді стала національною стравою. Дуже скоро, по всій території США розповсюдились піццерії, і американська(не бачу слова), як Піцца Хат. Поширили ідею по всьому світу. Сьогодні, середньостатистичний італієць з'їдає 10 кл піцци кожен рік, хоча найбільша в світі Піцца(30 м завширшки) була спечена не в Італіії, а в Гавані, Куба.
<span> Mum: OK, Max. Let`s see what food we have got for your birthday party.
Max: Well, we have got some сheese and a kilo of meat and some um
... An, here we are. We have got some tomatoes and six oranges.
Mum: That`s good. But we haven`t got any juice and we haven`t got any bananas and we haven`t got any ice cream!
Max: No bananas? No ice cream! That`s a disaster
Mum: Let`s go and buy some.</span>
Birthday is one of the most celebrated holidays of most people. This is not surprising, because on this day the person receives the most gifts and wishes, pleasant surprises and meetings with friends await her. On this day you feel the most important on all Earth.
When I wake up on my birthday, the first thing I see is a gift that stands on my desk. It is such a family tradition - to leave it there. At this time my mother is already in the kitchen, from there tasting delicious smells, which make it quicker to rise from the bed and go to her. Nina kisses me gently and tries to raise my ears as many times as many years, but I resist, because I do not like this process. The same goes for the father who has already prepared some fun joke.
Then we begin to decorate the room with him, because at my dinner my friends should come to visit me. We inflate the colored balloons on which the dad writes various wishes for me, and then place them on the doors and windows. Then the daddy shows the already prepared wall paper with bright pictures and wishes. She hangs on the wall in my room. During this time my mom has already prepared a lot of delicious dishes. There is hardly enough space on the table to put them, but she is worried everywhere, because she feels that it is not enough. So it is gradually approaching the time when my guests are starting to come together.
Friends come on time. Each of them welcomes me, presents a gift, and some even present flowers. Then we sit down at the table, walk in various games, sing karaoke, take part in competitions prepared by parents. But unfortunately the late evening is quickly creeping, and guests begin to get home.
I love my birthday very much. After all, it is a very fun holiday, after which there is a lot of wonderful memories, and of course, a mountain of precious gifts.
a) Richard always gets up before 7.00.
b) Hurry up! The bus is waiting for us!
c) Where are we going? This is the wrong road!
d) My friends doesn't believe my story.
e) Please be quiet! I'm reading a very interesting book.
f) Does Susan like horror films?
a) Does Jo usually go to school by bus ?
b) I’m not working hard.
c) Doesn't Sara like sport?
d) Do you always get up at 6.30?
e) Don't we speak German?
f) Does Pierre often go to the beach?
g) Does George never drink beer ?
h) Aren't we having a good time?
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