1. I’m going to tell you about Lev Tolstoy, a famous Russian writer. I admire him, because I think he is a genius. We often ideate Lev Tolstoy a man with a long beard, gray hair, big nose and blue or gray eyes. In my opinion, he was very kind, polite and clever.
2. 1) Do British people use short forms of their names?
2) What is your favorite housework activity?
3) What should we do if we didn’t understand what the companion had said?
3. 1) eat crisps.
2) wear jeans.
3) to do only the things they like
TSUNAMI - SRI LANKA FIRST-HAND REPORT On Monday we visited the Mount Royal Hotel on the beach at Mount Lavinia where many of you and other friends stay and we walked the length of the beach. The wall between the Hotel's garden and pool and the railway line and the beach was flattened and the garden, pool and ground-floor rooms filled with mud and debris. On the beach nearly everything was flattened with only one restaurant left standing although damaged: otherwise nothing is left except debris. But debris the likes of which I've never seen. Not a whole roof or an entire brick and concrete wall but tiny unrecognisable pieces as the swirling waters smashed everything into smithereens. All this mixed with weeds, plastic and other rubbish. There remains nothing to salvage: only to bulldoze, clear and throw into rubbish dumps. Nothing left with which to rebuild. On Tuesday we ventured a little further afield to where the road south begins and runs from Moratuwa to Panadura. Between it and the sea is the main railway line south to Gall and Matura filled with low cost housing and shacks of fisherman primarily. What was left? Nothing!! On both sides of the road (which had been bulldozed clear by the Army) nothing but tiny bits of splintered wood, tiny sheets of asbestos and a few bricks remaining concreted together, all draped in plastic vegetation etc. and piled metres high against buildings or posts that withstood the forces as the waters three times rushed in. First at a few metres high then as it receded showing a bare sea bed never seen before (and onto which an adventurous few went to collect fish left dieing on the bared sea bed) only to return 15 to 20 metres (not feet!!) high and then recede and return again. In 30 minutes it was all over! All on a beautiful early morning with a clear blue sky cooled by the cooling Christmas breezes that blow at this time of year. On the Wednesday I'd contacted some friends in Galle, 78 miles south who were inland and safe but short of food etc. We decided to venture down south, although the main Galle Road was uncleared, by driving on narrow minor country roads that meander inland from village to village and connect them and inland towns with those on the coast. Using a map and with excellent emergency signing put up by a Soya Bean company we drove through some beautiful scenery where we'd never visited before and arrived to find the family safe. After distributing the food we'd brought we ventured into Galle. If you've been watching TV you will have seen the main Galle Central Bus Stand and the International Cricket Stadium under water with three girls being swept away as they failed to hold on to the bus stand. At first driving into the town all looks OK until there tell-tale piles of rubbish in drains and in gardens. Then it gets progressively worse as walls are washed away, then vehicles are plastered against houses and trees, then boats appear in gardens and houses and then there is nothing except this incredible debris where it is possible to recognise what had been a chair or a plastic bucket or a sink or a toilet until even these are so destroyed that nothing in the piles of debris can be recognized. This rubbish sometimes is metres high. It all stinks with that sweet smell of death and decaying bodies - by this stage rarely a few human mainly but dogs, cats, goats etc. <span>Galle had been particularly severely hit with the three waves each forced into two as the 16th century fort ramparts withstood the waves (inside it is scarcely damaged) and the floods were funneled into a small space opposite the railway station and directed down a canal into the centre of the town and carrying everything before it including the corber of an old Dutch building....
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1 моя мама всегда добрая и веселая
2 в наше время воздух более плохой чем век назад
3 студенты посещают лекции и практические уроки
4 она начала работать в 9 часов вчера
5 мы слушали звуки дождя
6 новый фильм показывается в нашем кинотеатре
My wife Dane
My husband Dane
My partner, Dane
I came to learn
I came to work
I came to seek political asylum
If all the seas were one sea,
What a great sea that would be!
If all the trees were one tree,
What a great tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe,
What a great axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man,
What a great man that would be!
And if the great man took the great axe,
And cut down the great tree,
And let it fall into the great sea,
What a splish-splash that would be!
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++The Little Woman and the Pedlar
There was a little woman,
As I have heard tell,
She went to market
Her eggs for to sell;
She went to market
All on a market day,
And she fell asleep
On the king's highway.
There came by a pedlar,
His name was Stout,
He cut her petticoats
All round about;
He cut her petticoats
Up to her knees;
Which made the little woman
To shiver and sneeze.
When this little woman
Began to awake,
She began to shiver,
And she began to shake;
She began to shake,
And she began to cry,
Lawk a mercy on me,
This is none of I!
But if this be I,
As I do hope it be,
I have a little dog at home
And he knows me;
If it be I,
He'll wag his little tail,
And if it be not I
He'll loudly bark and wail!
Home went the little woman
All in the dark,
Up starts the little dog,
And he began to bark;
He began to bark,
And she began to cry,
Lawk a mercy on me,
This is none of I!(3 небылицы