<span>Mr. Plump can bite
Dick France cannot swim.
Anny Bing can write
Lora Pun can't sing.</span>
Hello, Tim!
Thank you for your last letter and the card with some views of Liverpool! They are amazing!
You're writing that you'll have a holiday in June, I'd like to invite you to my country on holiday. I'm sure it'll be an interesting travel for you and I'll do my best to make it unforgettable! You'll stay, of course, at my place. You'll come here by air, there are many airlines that take passengers from England to Russia. Your flight will last about three hours.
I'll attach the list with the main sights to the letter so that you can imagine our country better (some of them are Moscow - our capital, Saint-Petersburg, Suzdal and the other town of the Golden Ring. Sure, I'll accompany you everywhere and tell you everything I know about the sights.
I advise you to take warm clothes and an umbrella with you, because our climate is quite changeable like yours) My parents remember the year when it snowed in June!
I hope you'll agree to come! Let me know as soon as you make a decision.
I'm looking forward to your answer!
Vanya
<span>It is Oleg Stepanov. He is a company manager. He is in an office. It is a desk. The desk is large. It is a telephone. The telephone is on the desk. It is ..... ofer from Cheen and C. (непонятное предложение)
It is a contract with GML.</span>
Тебе его учить надо? Если нет то вот:
<span><span><span>O beautiful for spacious skies,For amber waves of grain,For purple mountain majestiesAbove the fruited plain!America! America!God shed his grace on theeAnd crown thy good with brotherhoodFrom sea to shining sea!</span><span>ПРЕКРАСНАЯ в цветенье нив,под небом - нет синей,Могучий красочный массивнад житницей твоей.Америка ! АмерикаГордись твоей судьбойЦенней всех благ свободный стяг,что плещет над тобой.</span></span><span><span>O beautiful for pilgrim feetWhose stern impassioned stressA thoroughfare of freedom beatAcross the wilderness!America! America!God mend thine every flaw,Confirm thy soul in self-control,Thy liberty in law!</span><span>ПРЕКРАСНАЯ для тех, кто смогпройти как пилигрим,стремясь к свободе, без дорог,по терниям твоим.Америка ! Америка !Господень дух силён -спасёт умы от злой чумы,свободе даст закон.</span></span><span><span>O beautiful for heroes provedIn liberating strife.Who more than self their country lovedAnd mercy more than life!America! America!May God thy gold refineTill all success be noblenessAnd every gain divine!</span><span>ПРЕКРАСНАЯ ! - Любой герой,свободу возлюбя, как рыцарь,жертвовал собой,в сраженьях за тебя.Америка ! Америка !В тебе Господень свет.Будь твой успех на благо всех,и честно чти Завет.</span></span><span><span>O beautiful for patriot dreamThat sees beyond the yearsThine alabaster cities gleamUndimmed by human tearsAmerica! America!God shed his grace on theeAnd crown thy good with brotherhoodFrom sea to shining sea!</span><span>ПРЕКРАСНАЯ в твоих мечтах,летящих сквозь года -вовек не вспомнят о слезахкрасавцы-городаАмерика ! Америка !Ты - Божья Благодать.Богатства - здесь - и братства - здесь -морям не расплескать.</span></span><span><span>O beautiful for halcyon skies,For amber waves of grain,For purple mountain majestiesAbove the enameled plain!America! America!God shed his grace on theeTill souls wax fair as earth and airAnd music-hearted sea!</span><span>ПРЕКРАСНАЯ в заре небес,в роскошестве полей,и свят незыблемый навес над вольностью твоей.Америка ! Америка !Господь в душе твоей,и дух, как стерх,взлетает вверхнад музыкой морей.</span></span><span><span>O beautiful for pilgrims feet,Whose stem impassioned stressA thoroughfare for freedom beatAcross the wilderness!America! America!God shed his grace on theeTill paths be wrought through wilds of thoughtBy pilgrim foot and knee!</span><span>ПРЕКРАСНАЯ для тех, кто смогпройти как пилигрим,стремясь к свободе, без дорог,по терниям твоим.Америка ! Америка !Сам бог был за вождя -не как-нибудь торили путь -коленей не щадя.</span></span><span><span>O beautiful for glory-taleOf liberating strifeWhen once and twice, for man's availMen lavished precious life!America! America!God shed his grace on theeTill selfish gain no longer stainThe banner of the free!</span><span>ПРЕКРАСНАЯ ! - Веди рассказо доблестях в борьбе,где люди кровь свою не разнесли как дань тебе.Америка ! Америка !Страна Господних благ - для всех людей!Но нет ценней,чем твой свободный стяг !</span></span><span><span>O beautiful for patriot dreamThat sees beyond the yearsThine alabaster cities gleamUndimmed by human tears!America! America!God shed his grace on theeTill nobler men keep once againThy whiter jubilee!</span><span>ПРЕКРАСНАЯ в твоих мечтах,летящих сквозь года -вовек не вспомнят о слезахкрасавцы-города.Америка ! Америка !Будь свят твой юбилей,и пусть спешат десятки датодна другой светлей !
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