Помагите написать русскими буквами пожалуйста.That"s my class. That"s our Maths teacher. Her name is Miss Smith. She"s very nice. That"s my on the
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left of the teacher. The girl on the right of the teacher is Jane. Jane is my best friend. The boy behind me is Dima. Dima is new. He"s from Russia. That"s Vicky in front of me. Vicky is a great football player.
Это мой класс. А это наша учительница по математике. Ее зовут Мисс Смит. Она очень красивая! Это я слева. А девушка справа от учителя - это Джейн. Джейн - моя лучшая подруга! Мальчик сзади меня - это Дима. Дима - новенький, он из России. А тот, кто стоит передо мной - это Вик, он отлично играет в футбол!
Это мой класс. Это наш учитель математики. Ее зовут Мисс Смит. Она очень хорошая (милая). Я слева от учителя. Девочка справа от учителя - Джейн. Джейн - мой лучший друг. Мальчик позади меня - это Дима. Дима - новенький. Он с России. Это Вика (Викки) напротив меня. Викки отличный (хороший) футбольный игрок (или Викки отлично играет в футбол.
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Spring came and melted the snow and ice.
The earth was covered in soft velvet.
Freed from winters hibernation and heartache
all that dings with its heart to warmth and light.
The birds fly in and spring entered the blossoming garden
and the youths made a racket like fledglings.
The old men rose again as from the grave
and are honestly happy to meet again their friends.
The families hurry to their kinsmen in the nearby aul
embraces exclamations a happy commotion.
Young laughter is carried on the air in triumph.
The people have shaken off the winter worries.
Sharp cries come from the she-camels and the lambs bleat in the yard.
Butterflies and birds flutter in the ravines.
Powerful streams burble wind and flow
under the fixed gaze of tress and flowers.
A book is one of the greatest wonders of world. Why are so many people fond of reading? The world of books is full of wonders. Together with the characters of books you can find yourself in different and countries, have a lot of adventures. The book is a faithful friend. They form our values and characters. We try to look like the characters of your favourite books: to be brave, honest, not to be silly and greedy, to be real friends. We enjoyed the beauty and wisdom of fairy-tales and fables when we were babies and Granny read them. They taught us to be kind, clever, hardworking, to understand other people and help them. They teach us to understand the beauty of nature, take care of it, to love our homeland. Books have been with us since childhood. Who hasn’t read «Alice in the wonderland», «Mowgli»? Who hasn’t travelled with Marry Poppins to her imaginary world? Who hasn’t imagined himself to be Robinson Crusoe on the deserted island? I have read a lot of interesting books, but my favourite book is «The adventures of Tom Sawyer» by Mark Twain. This well-known book is popular with the children all over the world. The main character of the book is Tom Sawyer, who lived in a small town on the Mississippi River. He was a boy with a wild imagination. He and his friends often dreamed of different adventures. Tom was naughty, kind and brave. Besides he was noble. I like this boy because he teaches us to be true friends. If you are not fond of reading, take a book to your liking or borrow it from the library and read it. Books are worth reading. Readly, they are our good friends.
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
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Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see
I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think
I still was a mad man
I can hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son