This picture is my favourite because I was on vacation in Turkey, my dad took this picture. It's me on the picture, I won't tell about myself. I keep this picture in a family album.
ScarletLight of Sunset... I Do Believe In Happiness... Maybe, It's Too Late Or, Maybe, Early... I"m Tired Of Living In My Land... Canes Have Started Rustling ... The Stars There Is The Silly Elation... You Were Crying On A Quiet Night... I Will Not Deceive Myself... What Is Gone Cannot Be Retrieved... I Do Not Regret, And I Do Not Shed Tears... A Letter To Mother Yes! It"s Settled! Now And For Ever... The Night Azure Space Is Aflame Up Above... It"s Sad To Look At You, My Love... The Golden Birch-Tree Grove Has Fallen Silent... You Do Not Love Me... Over There Beyond Fields of Yellow... Oh My Dear Maple, Frozen Stiff And Bare... Silver Bluebell, Are You Singing The Witch Don"t You Look At Me So Reproachfully. Let"s Sit Down Here, My Dearest... Trinity Devotions. Morning Cannon Rite... Don"t You Force A Smile, Girl... I Have Left My Endeared Home... Sing, Old Man, To The Bloody Guitar... My Love Has Changed. I Know You Feel... Both This Street and This Little House... The Flowers Say Good-Bye to Me... Life Is Tricky With Enchanting Pathos... Now My Grief Won"t Be Spilt By The Ringing... I"m Back At Home. My Dear Land... I"m A Shepherd, And My Parlours... A Letter To The Woman White Is the Sweatshirt, and Red Is the Sash... The Snowstorm Is Crying Like A Romany... Oh, What A Night! I Cannot Sleep... You Have Been Used By Someone Else... Blue Is The Fog, The Expanse Is Snow-Bound... Blue Is The Night And The Moon Is Glancing ... Snow-Clad Is The Plain, And ... Don"t Fall, My Little Star, Keep Shining... The Snow Is Whirling Lively And Strong... Snowdrift, Piled Up, Is Now Brittle And Callous... Don"t Torment Me With Coldness And Stiffness... Little House with Light Blue Shutters... We"ll Depart This World For Ever, Surely... I Will Not Be Wandering About... Leaves Are Falling Here And Yonder... Like Smoke In The Room You Are Out Of View... Silver Road, I Wonder Where... I Haven"t Forgotten, Dearie... My Life
Ответ:
а) Электрический ток может быть произведен различными способами. б) Любое тело при нагревании до определенной температуры становится источником света. в) Никакая электромагнитная волна не может пройти через идеальный изолятор.
My Favourite Writer (A.P. Chekhov)
My favourite writer is Anton Pavlovich Chekhov. In my opinion, he is the greatest Russian dramatist and short-story writer. I'm never tired of reading and rereading his plays and humorous stories.
Chekhov was bom in 1860 in Taganrog. In 1879 he went to Moscow, where he studied medicine. Though he practised little as a doctor in his lifetime, he was prouder of his medical knowledge more than of his writing talent.
While in college, Chekhov wrote humorous sketches for comic papers to support his family. He collected the best ones into a volume, Motley Stories, in 1886. The book attracted the attention of the publisher of the Novoje Vremja and Chekhov was asked to contribute stories regularly.
Chekhov, as an established writer, managed to develop a style of his own. Though he never gave up writing comic stories, he began working in a more serious vein. In 1887 "Ivanov", his first play, established Chekhov as a dramatist.
From then on, he concentrated on writing plays, as well as short stories.
Chekhov was seriously ill. He had tuberculosis and knew what it meant. By 1892 his health was so bad that he was afraid to spend another winter in Moscow. He bought a small estate near a village Melikhovo, 50 miles from Moscow. He spent 5 years there, and those were happy years in spite of the illness. He wrote some of his best stories there, including "Ward No.6", several well-known one-act comedies and two of his serious dramatic masterpieces, "The Seagull" and "Uncle Vanya".
"The Seagull' was first staged in the Alexandrinsky Theatre in Petersburg. It was a complete failure because of the dull and clumsy production. It was a cruel blow to Chekhov. However, the play was successfully performed as the first production of the Moscow Art Theatre in 1898. From then on, Chekhov was closely connected with this theatre and with its founder, K.S. Stanislavsky. In 1901 he married an Art Theatre actress, Olga Knipper, who acted in his play The Three Sisters the same year.
Chekhov's health went from bad to worse and he had to spend the remaining years in the Crimea and other health spas.
"The Cherry Orchard", his last play, was produced in 1904. Soon after the first night Chekhov died. He was 44.
Chekhov had an immense influence on the 20th century drama. Besides, several generations of writers both in Russia and abroad studied and imitated Chekhov to perfect their own literary style.
1. wonderful
2. greetings
3. joyful
4. usual
5. singers
6. feeling
7. colourful