помогите задать вопрос к подлежащему At the beginning it was difficult for this student to live in the hostel.

1 People have to waste much time doing housework.
2 Dont think you can learn grammar rules like one learns the multiplication table.
3 May i stay here till eleven.
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На английском языке .
Напишите письмо своему зарубежному другу. Расскажите ему о том,
-какое время года вам больше всего нравится и почему;
-что вы любите делать в это время года;
-есть ли у вас домашние питомцы;
-есть ли у них любимое время года и почему.

1) The Stogovs ... in the south now (to travel)
2) What are you ... to do durning your winter holidays? (To plan)
3) I ... not ... to spend the summer in town
4) The boy ,,, his things in a suitcase
5) The plane ... over the high mountain.

hostel.

beginning to fall asleep, when I noticed a vague, musty smell. First i thought it was my imagination but it grew stringer and really nasty. I got out of bed and looked around my room, then I went out on the leading, trying to find where the smell was coming from. It seemed to be all over the house. It was weird, but I was tired and went back to bed, still wondering about the smell. I thought I'd sort it out in the morning.

About 2 o'clock in the morning, I woke up suddenly to a loud moaning sound. Once, then again. I was sure heard it coming from downstairs. Hesitating for a moment, I quickly ran downstairs to see what it was. There was no one there and the sound had stopped.

Slowly I went upstairs, and only then I noticed that it was very cold in the house. My whole body was shaking from the cold, it was hard to breathe and every breath made a little white mist in the freezing air. The musty smell in the house was really horrible now. I could hear my heart pounding loudly.

My hand shook as leaned forward to open my bedroom door and I suddenly felt i wasn't alone on the house anymore. My hair stood on end.

my first impulse was to run away. Instead, I quietly turned the handle and pushed the door open. The sight I saw struck terror in my heart and it nearly stopped. Standing on my bed was the transparent form of a hooded monk. His back was turned towards me and he made no sound or movement.

I was rooted to the spot by fear and couldn't think or utter a sound. I was dead scared; any movement or noise might make the monk turn and look at me. What I feared most of all was his gaze.

Then suddenly, the ghastly figure started to fade away, first the feet, then the rest. When his head finally disappeared, the house wasn't cold anymore. I was so relieved my legs felt like jelly. I had to sit down on the floor for a while.

Later on, still feeling weak at the knees, I went downstairs for a drink to calm myself down. I switched on all the lights in the house, and as soon as I got myself together, I called a friend and went to stay at his place. Never again did I sleep in that room!

white hands, of which she was rather vain. Fifteen- year-old Jo was very tall, thin, and brown, and reminded one of a colt, for she never seemed to know what to do with her long limbs, which were very much in her way. She had a decided mouth, a comical nose, and sharp, gray eyes, which appeared to see everything, and were by turns fierce, funny, or thoughtful. Her long, thick hair was her one beauty, but it was usually bundled into a net, to be out of her way. Round shoulders had Jo, big hands and feet, a flyaway look to her clothes, and the uncomfortable appearance of a girl who was rapidly shooting up into a woman and didn't like it. Elizabeth, or Beth, as everyone called her, was a rosy, smooth- haired, bright-eyed girl of thirteen, with a shy manner, a timid voice, and a peaceful expression which was seldom disturbed. Her father called her 'Little Miss Tranquility', and the name suited her excellently, for she seemed to live in a happy world of her own, only venturing out to meet the few whom she trusted and loved. Amy, though the youngest, was a most important person, in her own opinion at least. A regular snow maiden, with blue eyes, and yellow hair curling on her shoulders, pale and slender, and always carrying herself like a young lady mindful of her manners. What the characters of the four sisters were we will leave to be found out. The clock struck six and, having swept up the hearth, Beth put a pair of slippers down to warm. Somehow the sight of the old shoes had a good effect upon the girls, for Mother was coming, and everyone brightened to welcome her. Meg stopped lecturing, and lighted the lamp, Amy got out of the easy chair without being asked, and Jo forgot how tired she was as she sat up to hold the slippers nearer to the blaze. "They are quite worn out. Marmee must have a new pair." "I thought I'd get her some with my dollar," said Beth. "No, I shall!" cried Amy. "I'm the oldest," began Meg, but Jo cut in with a decided, "I'm the man of the family now Papa is away, and I shall provide the slippers, for he told me to take special care of Mother while he was gone." "I'll tell you what we'll do," said Beth, "let's each get her something for Christmas, and not get anything for ourselves."

My younger brother studies Russian history at the Correspondence Institute.