1 Мне совсем не нравится идея пойти куда-то этим вечером.
2 Для того , чтобы прослыть обладателем совершенного чувства такта вам нужно разговаривать с каждой женщиной так, как будто бы ты влюблен в неё, а с каждым мужчиной так, как будто он скучен вам.
Там нет сомнений, электронные и электрические товары сделать нашу жизнь намного легче, но, к сожалению есть цена, чтобы заплатить за это! По мере развития технологий более быстрыми темпами, каждый год техника и гаджеты быстро устаревают, и люди бросают более из них. Кроме того, электронное оборудование стало более доступным и дешевле, поэтому люди часто заменяют старые компьютеры и телевизоры, а не получить отремонтировать. Это создает тонн электронных отходов, или «электронных отходов». В США в одиночку людям избавиться от примерно 250 млн компьютере в год, и только 10% перерабатываются! Так в чем же дело? Ну, информационная
Ответ:
Wnter holidays
Объяснение:
I love winter and especially winter holiday. But my winter holiday is over, and I must come back to school.
I was delighted because of my last winter holiday. It was fantastic. I spent a lot of time with my family. We had a lot of fun in the local mall. We bought so many presents to all of our friends and relatives. I received a new telephone. I loved it so much.
On New Year's eve, we made a great festive dinner and decorated our house with lights and toys. We celebrated the holiday until 4 am. I was up till that time!
I liked my winter holiday. I want more!
God bless our native land
<span>Firm may she ever stand </span>
<span>Through storm and night </span>
<span>When the wild tempests rave </span>
<span>Ruler of wind and wave </span>
<span>Do Thou our country save </span>
<span>By Thy great might </span>
<span>For her our prayers shall rise </span>
<span>To God above the skies </span>
<span>On Him we wait </span>
<span>Thou who art ever night </span>
<span>Guarding with watchful eye </span>
<span>To Thee aloud we cry </span>
<span>God save the State </span>
<span>Not on this land alone, </span>
<span>but be God's mercies known </span>
<span>from shore to shore: </span>
<span>Lord, make the nations see </span>
<span>that men should brothers be, </span>
<span>and form one family </span>
<span>the wide world o'er. </span>
<span>2) Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, </span>
<span>Who never to himself hath said, </span>
<span>This is my own, my native land! </span>
<span>Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, </span>
<span>As home his footsteps he hath turn'd </span>
<span>From wandering on a foreign strand! </span>
<span>If such there breathe, go, mark him well; </span>
<span>For him no Minstrel raptures swell; </span>
<span>High though his titles, proud his name, </span>
<span>Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; </span>
<span>Despite those titles, power, and pelf, </span>
<span>The wretch, concentred all in self, </span>
<span>Living, shall forfeit fair renown, </span>
<span>And, doubly dying, shall go down </span>
<span>To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, </span>
<span>Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung. </span>
<span>3)My country! In thy days of glory past </span>
<span>A beauteous halo circled round thy brow </span>
<span>and worshipped as a deity thou wast— </span>
<span>Where is thy glory, where the reverence now? </span>
<span>Thy eagle pinion is chained down at last, </span>
<span>And grovelling in the lowly dust art thou, </span>
<span>Thy minstrel hath no wreath to weave for thee </span>
<span>Save the sad story of thy misery! </span>
<span>Well—let me dive into the depths of time </span>
<span>And bring from out the ages, that have rolled </span>
<span>A few small fragments of these wrecks sublime </span>
<span>Which human eye may never more behold </span>
<span>And let the guerdon of my labour be, </span>
<span>My fallen country! One kind wish for thee!</span>