КАК ПЕРЕВОДИТСЯ : some Americans are less likely to sit down as a family to eat once the children are older and able to prepare some food and serve
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деякі американці мають менше шансів сісти в сім'ї їдять один раз до дітей постарше і можливість приготувати їжу і обслуговувати себе
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some {исчесляемое : ручки , телефоны , игрушки} (немного, некоторые, некоторое) Точный перевод :
Некоторые американцы любят часто как семья , перекусить . А один из старших детей готовит немного еды и угощает их .
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• Because both parents often work outside the home, some Americans are less likely to sit down as a family to eat oncethe children are older and able to prepare some food and serve themselves.
• In general, most American families spend a large amount of their leisure time socializing or watching television. They also enjoy spending time in the "great outdoors", camping or hiking.
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When you share meals with the family, get involved in family events, activities and celebrations, you are more likely to ' • * have good mental health.
*1 don't know,* Victor said, "my father and mother have not I decided yet. This evening we are going to speak about it" "But I know* Lora said, “we usually spend our holidays at the I seaside. We enjoy holidays at the Black Sea, we like to swim and I sunburn, and go on all kinds of interesting excursions.*
"We also go to the seaside in summer," Vira said, "but this I year my parents decided to spend our holidays in Kyiv."
"Oh, it’s wonderful! You'll see all the interesting places,
I exhibitions, museums, parks and theatres there," Myshko I said. "We were in Kyiv last summer, and we had a very good I time there."
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2. i like to play the guitar.
3. they like to grow exotic flowers.
4. i like to take photos of my family.
5. he likes to play chess with my dad.
6. i like to draw funny pictures.
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Вот перевод:
Мне нравится много путешествовать. - Мне нравится путешествовать много.
1. Мне нравится плавать лучше всех.
2. Мне нравится играть на гитаре.
3. они любят выращивать экзотические цветы.
they like to griw exotic flowers- 4.i like to take photos of my family- 5. he likes to play chess with my dad- 6. i like to draw funny pictures- 7. she likes to dance best of all-
Arable. "Some pigs were born last night." "I don't see why he needs an ax ," continued Fern , who was only eight. "Well," said her mother, "one of the pigs is a runt. It's very small and weak, and it will never amount to anything. So your father has decided to do away with it." "Do away with it?" shrieked Fern . "You mean kill it? Just because it's smaller than the others?" Mrs. Arable put a pitcher of cream on the table. "Don't yell, Fern !" she said . "Your father is right. The pig would probably die anyway." Fern pushed a chair out of the way and ran outdoors. The grass was wet and the earth smelled of springtime. Fern's sneakers were sopping by the time she caught up with her father. "Please don't kill it!" she sobbed. "It's unfair." Mr. Arable stopped walking. " Fern ," he said gently, "you will have to learn to control yourself." "Control myself?" yelled Fern . "This is a matter of life and death, and you talk about controlling myself." Tears ran down her cheeks and she took hold of the ax and tried to pull it out of her father's hand. background image " Fern ," said Mr. Arable, "I know more about raising a litter of pigs than you do. A weakling makes trouble. Now run along!" "But it's unfair," cried Fern . "The pig couldn't help being born small, could it? If I had been very small at birth, would you have killed me?" Mr. Arable smiled. "Certainly not," he said , looking down at his daughter with love. "But this is different. A little girl is one thing, a little runty pig is another." "I see no difference," replied Fern , still hanging on to the ax . "This is the most terrible case of injustice I ever heard of." A queer look came over John Arable's face. He seemed almost ready to cry himself. "All right," he said. "You go back to the house and I will bring the runt when I come in. I'll let you start it on a bottle, like a baby. Then you'll see what trouble a pig can be." When Mr. Arable returned to the house half an hour later, he carried a carton under his arm. Fern was upstairs changing her sneakers. The kitchen table was set for breakfast, and the room smelled of coffee, bacon, damp plaster, and wood smoke from the stove. "Put it on her chair!" said Mrs. Arable. Mr. Arable set the carton down at Fern's place. Then he walked to the sink and washed his hands and dried them on the roller towel. Fern came slowly down the stairs. Her eyes were red from crying. As she approached her chair, the carton wobbled, and there was a scratching noise. Fern looked at her father. Then she lifted the lid of the carton. There , inside, looking up at her, was the newborn pig. It was a white one. The morning light shone through its ears, turning them pink. "He's yours," said Mr. Arable. "Saved from an untimely death. And may the good Lord forgive me for this foolishness." Fern couldn't take her eyes off the tiny pig. "Oh," she whispered. "Oh, look at him! He's absolutely perfect."