Dame Trot (С)
Dame Trot and her cat
Sat down for a chat;
The dame sat down on this side
And puss sat on that.
Puss, says the Dame,
Can you catch a rat,
Or mouse in the dark?
Purr, says the cat.
1. I asked (past simp) Boris if his friend lived (past simp) in London.
2. I asked (past simp) the man if he was living (past cont) in the hotel.
3. Nick asked (past simp) his friend if he would stay (future-in-the-past simp) at the Hiltin.
4. He asked (past simp) me if I often went (past simp) to see my friends.
3 вопроса, Маша любит конфеты?Вы умеете плавать?Как тебя зовут?
НАЦИОНАЛЬНЫЕ ДНИ ТОМА СОЙЕРА. Что общего имеют рассказы о Томе Сойере и о прыгающих лягушках? Оба рассказа были написаны одним человеком: Марком Твеном. (Его настоящее имя было Сэмюэл Клеменс, а имя Марк Твен было его псевдонимом.) Твену было 4 года, когда его семья переехала в Ганнибал, (штат Миссури), расположенный на западном берегу реки Миссисипи. Твен вырос там и был очарован жизнью на берегу этой реки: пароходами, гигантскими лесосплавляющими плотами, и людьми, которые работали на них.
"Знаменитая скачущая лягушка из Калавераса" - один из самых наиболее любимых коротких рассказов Твена, а Приключения Тома Сойера - один из его самых известных романов. С обоими этими произведениями связаны мероприятия, проводимые ежегодно четвертого июля, в Национальные дни Тома Сойера . Мальчик на фото участвует со своей лягушкой в лягушачьем конкурсе прыжков. Есть здесь также и конкурс по покраске забора, чтобы посмотреть, кто может в нём быть самым быстрым. Идея этого конкурса идет со сценки про Тома Сойера, в которой тому было сказано, покрасить забор перед домом, в котором он живет. Был прекрасный день, и он предпочел бы делать что угодно, но не красить забор. Когда приходят его друзья, он убеждает их, что красить забор очень весело, и они присоединиться к "веселью". К концу дня, забор имеет три слоя краски!
Хотя история про Тома Сойера - это вымысел, она основана на фактах. Если вы будете в городке Ганнибал, вы увидите белый забор, который до сих пор стоит у дома, где провёл своё детство Марк Твен.
It's a universal truth that every season is beautiful in its own way. Isn't it wonderful to tramp down the country lanes on a frosty winter day. Everything is white with snow and it crunches under your feet. The rime sparkles on the branches and the icicles like precious diamonds hang from the roofs of the houses.
It's a merry time for both children and grownups. They can go skating and skiing, sledging and having a fight with snowballs or making a snowman. I suppose, it is very pleasant while the frost lasts, an unpleasant time comes when the thaw begins.
Cars and buses go along streets splashing the mud an slush on the passers-by. Everyone is grumbling and scolding the weather. But soon a warm wind blows up heavy grey clouds and the sun shines brightly in the cloudless azure sky. In a few months summer will come.
<span> Summer is the most suitable season for holidays and vacations. </span>People<span> enjoy bright summer days if they are in the country or at the seaside. They go bathing and swimming, and fishing and boating. But it's unbearable to stay in town on such hot and glaring days. Everybody droops and shambles and tries to hide in the shade.</span>
Then after a good rest autumn and harvest time comes. The corn has turned golden and the farmer will reap it and put it in his barn. The air is fresh and full of the autumn fragrance of ripe apples, plums and peaches and of course, coloured asters, chrysanthemums.
<span> But the weather is so changeable in autumn, </span>people have to wear raincoats and umbrellas if they don't want to get wet through. The dead leaves cover the ground like a thick motley carpet, the roads are slippery and wet, there are lots of puddles in the streets and again everyone is looking forward to frosty winter days and much snow out-of-doors.
It's rather difficult to say what season is the best one, however dull and nasty or charming and marvellous the weather may be.
As to me, I always look forward to summer. I am never tired of its long sunny days, warm rains with thunderstorms and hail, the buzz of mosquitoes and midges. I like to spend my summer holidays at the seaside.
In my childhood I used to enjoy playing on the beach, making castles and forts in the sands. When one becomes older one begins to notice the murmur of the sea and it's so beautiful to look at the moon's way on the water in the darkness. The air is fresh and it's easy to breathe.
I like to lie in the sun getting as brown, paddle in the water or get splashed by the waves. But it's not every year that you can go to the seaside. Sometimes I spend my holidays in the country. Most of my time I spend in the woods gathering strawberries and flowers or at the river bathing and swimming in it.
Very often, I help my granny in the vegetable garden weeding it or gathering tomatoes, cucumbers or radish. I like to walk in the rain or just sit indoors watching the raindrops falling down from the green leaves and blades of the grass onto the ground.
<span> When summer is over, I always feel sorry, because it was too short and was too quick to pass.</span>