Living room ( анг. яз. ) - гостинная ( рус. яз. )
N3.
Where's Roy?
He's in the kitchen.
Where's William?
He's in the living room.
Where's Rose?
She's in the bedroom.
Where's Kevin?
He's in the bathroom.
N4.
The iguana is under the hat.
The coala is under the bed.
The cap is in the cupboard.
The duck is in the cupboard.
-Что ты чувствуешь когда занимаешься спортом?
-Это очень интересный вопрос, Я очень много думал над этим. Итак, чувствовать (принимать) такие эмоции как злость, срыв,разочарование или боль, и пытаешься скрыть это все что чувствуешь глубоко внутри себя,( тут мой мозг взорвался :D).
Тогда ты можешь сказать, что это то, что ты чувствуешь, когда занимаешься спортом, особенно если это важное событие или конкуренция...Ты чувствуешь,как будто твой разум становится темным и пустым, и ты на самом деле не знаешь, почему ты делаешь это, но ты делаешь это в меру своих способностей.Ты бежишь, ударяешь или талкаешь и ты знаешь, что каждый член твоей команды чувствует немного этого. И когда это все заканчиваеться и ты стоишь над противником, как победитель войны, ты можешь чувствовать себя действительно удовлетворенным, ты чувствуешь себя как бог ...
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<span>The job sounded interesting: with a fashion
house in the city center. The telephone conversations I had had with them were
relaxed and friendly, and the letter from the boss had also been a friendly
one. He had invited me to visit the
office and join some of them for lunch. The appointment was at twelve o’clock. I
naturally thought long and hard about what to wear. In the fashion business, of
course, you were expected to be smart. The question was whether to be
businesslike, or fashionable. There was something else to think about , too. I
had to get there by train and bus. The
journey was over two hours, and that affects the clothes you choose. In the
end, I decided to wear my most expensive clothes. These were a pair of boots, a
pair of fashion jeans which had cost me a week’s salary, a hand-made sweater
and a coat. I was nor very satisfied with my appearance, but at least
everything was new and expensive. In fact, I realized on my arrival that I had
chosen exactly the wrong clothes. The men in the office were wearing dark suits
and ties. The women were in business suits. The boss was just as friendly as
his letter had been. We looked round the offices, chatted about the business,
and finally went out for lunch. They had chosen a smart restaurant nearby,
where the boss was quite well known. The restaurant manager greeted him by
name. Then he caught sight of me. He shook his head apologetically, and smiled.
Sorry, he said, the house rules were quite clear. No one in jeans would be
admitted .I led the way out , and
we started looking for somewhere
else to eat.</span>