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"Excuse me" are used very often in Britain. Queuing is a national habit. At bus stops and cinemas, in shops, banks and post offices and in lots of other places you'll have to join the queue and wait for your turn. "An Englishman, even if he is alone, forms an orderly queue of one", said George Mikes. The British are said to be reserved. They don't like displaying their emotions even in dangerous and tragic situations. But they are not un¬emotional. They control their emotions because they are taught that it is best not to show their feelings. The English hardly ever lie, but they don't tell you the truth either. English people take everything with a sense of humour. You can easily offend them if you tell them they have no sense of humour. Englishmen tend to be rather conservative, they love familiar things. They are proud of their traditions and carefully keep them up. Britain has more living symbols of its past than many other countries. Tradi¬tional uniforms are still preserved in Great Britain. There are also a lot of traditional ceremonies such as the "Changing of the Guard" at Buck¬ingham Palace, "Trooping the Colour", which is performed on the Queen's official birthday, or the "Ceremony of the Keys", that takes place every night at the Tower of London. The English are practical and realistic, prudent and careful about al¬most everything. Everything is orderly: the lawns and the trees are neatly trimmed. Every Englishman is said to be a countryman at heart. The Eng¬lish countryside is many things to many people. It means peace and quiet, beauty, good health and no crime. Most Englishmen love gardens. Gar¬dening is one of the most popular hobbies among Englishmen. They usual¬ly prefer a house with a garden to an apartment in a modem block of flats. The British people are considered to be the world's greatest tea drink¬ers. They drink it at meals and between meals. The English tea is usually strong and with milk. The British love animals very much. Millions of families have "bird-tables" in their gardens. Nearly half of the households in Britain keep a least one pet. The English take good care of their pets. They are pet lovers.

1. Are the British polite? Why? 2. Are the British reserved or communicative? Why? 3. Why are British people said to be conservative? 4. What traditional British ceremonies do you know? 5. What are traditional British dishes? What do the British like to drink? 6. Do the British keep everything in order? How can you prove that? 7. Do the British like their couuntryside? 8. What is their attitude yowards animals? 9. Can you describe the British using 3 adjectives? 10. What is your personal attitude towards the British? 11. How different or alike do you think the Russians and the British are?

snow. One day Is often uiilikr the nrxt. In lummcr the sun shines, often there is no wind and there are no cloudb lii tin1 sky which Is blue and beautiful. We can see stars and the moon at night and people like walks, outdoor games and sports in the fresh air. When autumn comes, the days become shorter and colder. It gets dark earlier and often heavy clouds cover the sky bringing rain with them. Sometimes there is heavy rain, so that an umbrella or ii r.iiticojt ib iiccessdry if wo don t want to get wet through. Then you can hear people say, "What bad weatherl When Is this rain going to stop?" Many people then catch cold and must go to bed.Then a fire at home Is so pleasant. At last frost and snow come. Fields, forests and houses are covered with snow and rivers and lakes with Ice. But spring again brings sunshine and warm winds. Sometimes It snows but snow will not remain long, it will melt in the warm sun. Spring will bring bright sunshine, green grass and flowers. We usually say: "A nice day", "Not a bad day" or "It's nice weather for the time of the year" if the weather is fine, We can say: "It looks like rain", "It looks like snow" of "It's bad weather" when the weather is bad.

sister....not ....at home tomorrow. she....at school tomorrow...you .....at home tomorrow ....your father at work yestaday. my sister...ill last week .she...not ill now. where...you yesterday?i...at the cinema when....i come,home tomorrow,all my family....at home .....your little sister in bed now?-yes,she ....you....at school tomorrow?-yes,i.... when my granny....young,she...an actrese my friend....in moscow now. he....in st.peterburg tomorrow where....your books now?-they...in my bag.

to my little brother And help my sister, father, and my mother. In this new year Will you be good And do the things You know you should? Пожалуйста нужен стихотворный перевод!!!

as they were setting the table for breakfast.

"Out to the hoghouse," replied Mrs. 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.

"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."