1. We see <u>them</u> at the club very often. 2. The man says he knows<u> you</u> and your family. 3. I seldom speak with <u>him</u> about my cousins. 4. Please, give <u>me</u> a notebook. 5. Our English is poor. Mr. Brown teaches <u>us</u> English. 6. Every day I help my mother to look after the house.
1. When you was at school we had done all your homework by that time.
2. We had decorated that room before the party.
3. My father had arrived to another country before the hurricane.
4. When she came to the room last week, we had already cleaned it.
5. When the flood occurred, the police had already evacuated all people in the town.
6. All buildings had already been ruined, when the emergency came into the disaster area.
Anna Akhmatova (June 23 [O.S. June 11] 1889 — March 5, 1966) was the pen name of Anna Andreevna Gorenko, the leader and the heart and soul of St Petersburg tradition of Russian poetry in the course of half a century.Akhmatova's work ranges from short lyric poems to universalized, ingeniously structured cycles, such as Requiem (1935-40), her tragic masterpiece on the Stalinist terror. Her work addresses a variety of themes including time and memory, the fate of creative women, and the difficulties of living and writing in the shadow of Stalinism.Early lifeAkhmatova was born in Bolshoy Fontan near Odessa. Her childhood does not appear to have been happy; her parents separated in 1905. She was educated in Kiev, Tsarskoe Selo, and the Smolny Institute of St Petersburg. Anna started writing poetry at the age of 11, inspired by her favourite poets: Racine, Pushkin, and Baratynsky. As her father did not want to see any verses printed under his "respectable" name, she had to adopt the surname of one of her Tatar ancestors as a pseudonym.Grey-Eyed King (1910)<span>Hail to thee, o, inconsolate pain!
The young grey-eyed king has been yesterday slain.</span><span>That autumnal evening was stuffy and red.
My husband, returning, had quietly said,</span><span>"He'd left for his hunting; they carried him home;
They found him under the old oak's dome.</span><span>I pity his queen. He, so young, passed away!...
During one night her black hair turned to grey."</span><span>He picked up his pipe from the fireplace shelf,
And went off to work for the night by himself.</span><span>Now my daughter I will wake up and rise --
And I will look in her little grey eyes...</span><span>And murmuring poplars outside can be heard:
Your king is no longer here on this earth.</span>
What beautifull bag.Where did you buy it