You came to america with christopher columbus. write a diary page about Native Americans.

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was founded _____ 1774.
2.What is the town famous ____?3.The Jubilee Gardens were full ______ tourists. 4. The "Prime Meridian" divides the world ______ east and west . 5.Have you ever been ____ Madame Tussauds? - No, I don`t like waxwork museums.6. The little village is well-known all _____ the world. 7. The old man sat down _____ the bench.

you were eight? Where Did you use to live before you came to the place you live now? Did you use to play dolss/cars when you were a little child? ответьте пожалуйста на вопросы

think Will's mother wanted him to marry so young．Families cost a lot of money，and John Shakespeare was having a lot of money troubles in those days．Times were hard in Henley Street．

Susanna was born the next May．All babies look the same to me，but Will was very pleased with her．

‘Look，Toby，she's got my eyes，’he said happily．‘She's going to be as beautiful as the Queen of Egypt，and as clever as King Solomon．’

‘Oh yes？’I said．‘All parents talk like that about their children．I don't believe a word of it．’

I didn't see much of Will's wife．I knew she didn't like me．To her，I was one of Will's wild friends，who got him into trouble．She came from a very serious，Puritan family．Lots of church-going，and no singing or dancing．

Soon there was another baby on the way，and one evening in February 1585 I hurried round to Henley Street to hear the news．Will's sister，Joan，opened the door，and then Will came running down the stairs．

‘It's two of them！’he said．‘Twins！A girl and a boy．Isn't that wonderful！’

Will had some good friends，Hamnet and Judith Sadler，and he called the twins after them．John Shakespeare was very pleased to have his first grandson，and everyone was happy．For a while．

Will and I still went around together when we could．He was still reading，and writing，and soon I could see a change in him．He was twenty-three now，and he was not happy with his life．

‘Stratford's too small，Toby，’he said．‘Too slow．Too quiet．Too boring．I've got to get away．’

‘Yes，but how？’I asked．‘You've got a family—three young children，remember．’

He didn't answer．

In the summer months companies of players often came to small towns，and in 1587 five different companies came．Will and I always went to see the plays．Will loved to talk to the actors and to listen to all their stories of London

The Queen's Men came to Stratford in June，and we went to see the play．I don't remember what it was．I know that I laughed a lot，and that Will said it was a stupid play，with not a word of poetry in it．

‘Why don't you write a play yourself？’I told him．

‘Write a play？’He laughed．‘Anne would never speak to me again．’

I didn't say anything，and Will looked at me and laughed again．

It happened a few months later．I walked into the Shakespeares' kitchen one evening，and there was Anne，with a red，angry face，shouting at the top of her voice．

‘How can you do this to me？And what about the children—’Then she saw me and stopped．

Will was sitting at the table，and looked pleased to see me．‘I've told Anne，’he said quietly，‘that I'm going to live in London．I want to be an actor，and to write plays，if I can．’

‘Plays！’screamed Anne．‘Acting！Actors are dirty，wicked people！They're all thieves and criminals！They drink all day and they never go to church—’

‘Don't be stupid，Anne．You know that's not true．Listen．I'll come home when I can，but I must go to London．I can't do anything in Stratford．’He looked at me across the room．‘Are you coming with me，Toby？’

‘How soon can we start？’I said．ПОМОГИТЕ ПОЖАЛУСТА МНЕ ОЧЕНЬ НУЖЕН ПЕРЕВОД ЕТОГО ТЕКСТА

a means of getting to the pantomime, Zoological Gardens and Madame Tussauds. They were just ordinary suburban children, and they lived with their father and mother in an ordinary red-brick-fronted villa, with coloured glass in the front door, a tiled passage that was called a hall, a bathroom with not and cold water, electric bells, French windows, a good deal of white paint, and every modern convenience, as the estate agents say. There were three of them. Roberta was the eldest. Of course, mothers never have favourites, but if their mother had had a favourite, it might have been Roberta. Next came Peter, who wished to be an engineer when he grew up; and the youngest was Phyllis, who meant extremely well.

Mother did not spend all her time paying dull calls to dull ladies, and sitting dully at home waiting for dull ladies to pay calls to her. She was almost always there, ready to play with the children, and read to them, and help them to do their home lessons. Besides this, she used to write stories for them while they were at school, and read them aloud after tea, and she always made up funny pieces of poetry for their birthdays and for other great occasions, such as the refurnishing of the doll's house, or the time when they were getting over the mumps.

These three lucky children always had everything they needed: pretty clothes, a lovely nursery with heaps of toys and a Mother Goose wallpaper. They had a kind and merry nursemaid, and a dog who was called James, and who was their very own. They also had a father who was just perfect - never cross, never unjust, and always ready for a game - at least, if at any time he was not ready, he always had an excellent reason for it, and explained the reason to the children so interestingly and funnily that they felt sure he had to do it.

You will think that they ought to have been very happy. And so they were, but they did not know how happy till the pretty life in the Red Villa was over and done with, and they had to live a very different life indeed.

The dreadful change came quite suddenly.

Peter had a birthday - his tenth. Among his presents was a model engine more perfect than you could ever have dreamed of. The other presents were full of charm, but the engine was fuller of charm than any of the others were.

Its charm lasted in its full perfection for exactly three days. Then, owing either to Peter's inexperience or Phyllis's good intention, or to some other cause, the engine suddenly went off with a bang. James was so fightened that he went out and did not come back all day. All the Noah's Ark people who were in the tender were broken to bits, but nothing else was hurt except the poor little engine and the feelings of Peter. The others said he cried over it- but of course boys of ten do not cry, however terrible the tragedies may be which darken their lot. He said that his eyes were red because he had a cold. This turned out to be true, though Peter did not know it was when he said it, the next day he had to go to bed and stay there.

as having a lot of money troubles in those days. Times were hard in Henley Street.
Susanna was born the next May. Will was very pleased with her. "Look. Toby, she's got my eyes," he said happily. "She's going to be as beautiful as the Queen of Egypt, and as clever as King Solomon."
I didn't see much of Will's wife. She came from a very serious, Puritan family. Lots of church-going, and no singing or dancing.
Soon there was another baby on the way, and one evening in February 1585, I hurried round to Henley Street to hear the news. Will's sister, Joan, opened the door, and then Will came running down the stairs.
"It's two of them!" he said. 'Twins! A girl and a boy. Isn't that wonderful?"
Will had some good friends. Hamnet and Judith Sadler, and he named the twins after them. John Shakespeare was very pleased to have his first grandson, and everyone was happy. For a while.
Will and I still went around together when we could. He was still reading, and writing, and soon I could see a change in him. He was twenty-three now, and he was not happy with his life,"Stratford's too small, Toby," he said. Too slow. Too quiet. Too monotonous. I've got to getaway."
"Yes, but how?" I asked. "You've got a family—three young children, remember."
He didn't answer.
In the summer months companies of players often came to small towns, and in 1587 five different companies came. Will and I always went to see the plays. Will loved to talk to the actors and to listen to all their stories of London.
The Queen's Men came to Stratford in June, and we went to see the play. Will said it was a stupid play, with not a word of poetry in it.
One evening a few months later. I walked into the Shakespeares' kitchen, and there was Anne, with a red, angry face, shouting at the top of her voice.
"How can you do this to me? And what about the children? " Then she saw me and stopped.
Will was sitting at the table, and looked pleased to see me. "I've told Anne," he said quietly, "that I'm going to live in London, I want to be an actor, and to write plays, if I can."
He turned to Anne. " Listen. I'll come home when I can, but I must go to London. I can't do anything in Stratford."
He looked at me across the room. "Are you coming with me, Toby?"
"How soon can we start?" I said.