Dear friend, (если есть имя того, кто писал письмо, указываете вместо friend)
Thank you for your letter. <span>It was nice to hear from you!
In your letter you asked me about sports. In my country football is the most popular kind of sport. But people also play tennis, ice hockey, volleyball and basketball. Many people like watching sports on TV. I like watching figure skating. It is so amazing! By the way, I sometimes play football and I also enjoy swimming. I often go to the swimming pool with my friends.
What about you? What is your favourite kind of sport? Do you like watching sports on TV? Write back soon!
Best wishes,
(Ваше имя на английском)</span>
<em><u>1-is going</u></em>
<em><u>2- It </u></em>
<em><u>3- there</u></em>
<em><u>4- anybody</u></em>
<em><u>5-faster</u></em>
<em><u>6-suddenly</u></em>
<em><u>7-somebody</u></em>
<em><u>8-last</u></em>
<em><u>9-round</u></em>
<em><u>10-told</u></em>
<span>Cried a terrible voice, as a
man jumped out from among the graves.
And he said "<u />Hold your noise or I'll cut your
throat!"</span><span>A fearful man, all in coarse grey, with a great iron on his
leg. A</span><span>man with no hat, and with
broken shoes, and with an old rag tied</span><span>round his head. A man who
had been soaked in water,
and</span><span>smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by
flints .</span><span>He limped,
and shivered, and glared
and growled; and
whose teeth chattered in
his head as he seized me by the chin.</span><span>He I pleaded in terror, that this man did not cut him/</span>
The man asked his name and
where he lives/
<span>"Pip, sir." – he answered
and pointed
to where his village lay,
</span><span>a mile or more from the church.
The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me upside down, and emptied
my pockets. There was nothing in them but a piece of bread. Then he was seated on a high tombstone, trembling, while he
ate the bread ravenously.</span>
<span>The man said, licking his
lips, "what fat cheeks you
ha' got."</span>
"I could eat 'em,"
said the man/
<span>The Boy earnestly expressed his
hope that he wouldn't, and held tighter</span>
to the tombstone .
The man asked where his
mother
"There, sir!",
said he.
He jumped, made a short run,
and stopped and looked over his
shoulder.
"Oh!" said he,
coming back. "And is that your father alongside
your mother?"
"Yes, sir," said he/
Then the man asked who at
the moment he is living
He said that his sister and
her husband blacksmith.
<span>After darkly looking at his
leg and me several times, he came closer to my tombstone, took me by both arms,
and tilted
him back<span> as far as he could hold him; so that his eyes looked
most powerfully down into his, and mine looked most helplessly up into his. The
man asked him if he knew what the file and wittles /</span></span><span>"Yes, sir."-
answered the boy</span>
After each question he
tilted me over a little more, so as to give
me a greater sense of
helplessness and danger.
<span>He demanded that the boy
brought the file and brought wittles and then this man will leave him alive
while he was shaking it over and over again. </span>