<span>1. What is manager's role in an organization?
Какая роль менеджера в организации?
</span>2. What concrete activities a production
manager (financial manager, personnel manager, marketing manager) is
<span>responsible for?
</span>Какая конкретная деятельность менеджера (финансовый менеджер, начальник отдела кадров, маркетинговый менеджер) он ответственный за?
3. What is the difference between sales
<span>management and marketing management?
</span>Какая разница между сбытами <span>управления и маркетинговым управлением?
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4. What does it mean to delegate authority?
Что значит делегировать полномочия?
What it means to be a citizen.. . The question is not idle, especially for those who will soon graduate from high school. What ideas will be put into the minds of the young person, depends on many things. To love the land in which they live, to love her greens, water, all living things, and understand what value its value is immeasurable. Centuries pass.. . But do not lose their significance in the words of Pushkin:
Liberty until we burn,
While the heart to honor the living,
My friend!. . Homeland dedicate
Great gusts of soul!. .
Citizenship is inseparable from morality, from his best qualities: honesty, unselfishness, intolerance to evil and lying, ability to make friends unselfishly and. To develop such qualities in yourself means that at every step to learn how to overcome the fear, the cowardice, the desire for their own well-being.
<span>Fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfathers in the war defended our great distance, our spaces and have carried through fierce fighting true love of country. We will be hard to multiply the glory of his state. I believe that a little time will pass and there will come another era in the life of my country. Will be our generous and fertile land, and the cities and villages - rich. Want to see Russia a peaceful, powerful, technically advanced. But it all depends on us, on those who tomorrow will come in life.</span>
He was walking alone the street,when he saw something . It was big box . He didn't know,what to do . Thanks he opened it . There was 3 small kitten . They were sleeping in this box . He toke them to his house and kitten start live with him.
Вот как
Cats went in and out of the witch’s house all day long. The windows stayed open, and the doors, and there were other doors, cat-sized and private, in the walls and up in the attic. The cats were large and sleek and silent. No one knew their names, or even if they had names, except for the witch.Some of the cats were cream-colored and some were brindled. Some were black as beetles. They were about the witch’s business. Some came into the witch’s bedroom with live things in their mouths. When they came out again, their mouths were empty.The cats trotted and slunk and leapt and crouched. They were busy. Their movements were catlike, or perhaps clockwork. Their tails twitched like hairy pendulums. They paid no attention to the witch’s children.The witch had three living children at this time, although at one time she had had dozens, maybe more. No one, certainly not the witch, had ever bothered to tally them up. But at one time the house had bulged with cats and babies.Now, since witches cannot have children in the usual way — their wombs are full of straw or bricks or stones, and when they give birth, they give birth to rabbits, kittens, tadpoles, houses, silk dresses, and yet even witches must have heirs, even witches wish to be mothers — the witch had acquired her children by other means: she had stolen or bought or made them.She’d had a passion for children with a certain color of red hair. Twins she had never been able to abide (they were the wrong kind of magic) although she’d sometimes attempted to match up sets of children, as though she had been putting together a chess set, and not a family. If you were to say a witch’s chess set, instead of a witch’s family, there would be some truth in that. Perhaps this is true of other families as well.One girl she had grown like a cyst, upon her thigh. Other children she had made out of things in her garden, or bits of trash that the cats brought her: aluminum foil with strings of chicken fat still crusted to it, broken television sets, cardboard boxes that the neighbors had thrown out. She had always been a thrifty witch.<span>Some of these children had run away and others had died. Some of them she had simply misplaced, or accidentally left behind on buses. It is to be hoped that these children were later adopted into good homes, or reunited with their natural parents. If you are looking for a happy ending in this story, then perhaps you should stop reading here and picture these children, these parents, their reunions.</span>