Air pollution doesn't just come from factories and our cars. We also cause it at home with the products we use and the way we live .Air indoors can be

1.Mother (to work) every day.
2.They (not to sleep) now.
3.Your brother (to go) to the exhibition next Sunday?
4.We (not to go) to the zoo yesterday.
5.I (not to learn) the poem now.
6 She (to live) in San Francisco 2 years ago.
7.My father (to shoot) very well.
8.Look! He ( to carry) a very heavy box.
9.My sister (not to like) coffee.
10.When you (to go) to bed every day?

1 сколько контрактов вы заключили в этом месяце?
2 фирма хочет чтобы мы приняли частичные поставки.
3 интересно, когда менеджер летит в Париж?
4 мистер Денисов сказал, он не сможет принять мистера Брауна завтра.
5 в их новой квартире мебели меньше чем в старой.
6 у них не было машины в то время, они ее уже продали.
7 как только я остановлюсь в отеле, я пришлю тебе открытку.
8 к пяти часам вечера уже стемнело
9 ты писала письмо или смотрела телевизор,когда зазвонил телефон?
10 Разве вы не были в отпуске в этом году?

I don't know how person will mindful criticism, или как нужно правильно? Не могу подобрать правильный глагол, чтобы передать смысл(

in consequence, he is at war with the world. A difficult child is,, nearly always made difficult by wrong treatment at home. The moulded, conditioned, disciplined, repressed child — the unfree child, whose name is a Legion, lives in every comer of the world, He lives in our town just across the street, he sits at a dull desk in a dull school, and later he sits at a duller desk in an office or on a factory bench. He is docile, prone to obey authority, fearful of criticism, and almost fanatical in his desire to be conventional and correct. He accepts what he has been taught almost without ques¬tion;, and he hands down all his complexes and fears and frustra¬tions to his children. Adults take it for granted that a child should be taught to behave in such a way that the adults will have as quiet a life as possible. Неnce the importance attached to obedience, to manner, to docility. The usual argument against freedom for children is this: life is hard, and we must train the children so that they will fit into life liter on We must therefore discipline them. If we allow them to do what they like, how will they ever be able to serve under a boss? How will they ever be able to exercise self-discipline? To impose anything by authority is wrong. Obedience must come from within —not be imposed from without. The problem child is the child who is pressured into obedience and persuaded through fear. Fear сад be a terrible thing in a child’s life. Fear must be entirely eliminated — fear of adults, fear of punishment, fear of disapproval. Only hate can flourish in the atmosphere of fear. The happiest homes are those in which the parents are frankly honest with their children without moralizing. Fear does not enter these homes. Father and son are pals. Love can thrive. In other homes love is crushed by fear. Pretentious dignity and demanded respect hold love aloof. Compelled respect always implies fear. The happiness and well-being of children depend on a degree of love £md approval we give them. We must be on the child’s side. Being oil the side of the child is giving love to the child — not possessive love — not sentimental love - just behaving to the child in such a way the child feels you love him and approve of him. Home plays many parts in the life of the growing child, it is the natural source of affection; the place where he can live with the sense Of security; it educates him in all sorts qf ways, provides him with his opportunities of recreation, it affects his status in society. Children need affection. Of all the functions of the family that of providing an affectionate background for childhood and adolescence has never been more important than it is today. Child study has enabled us to see how necessary affection is in ensuring proper emotional development; and the stresses and strains of growing up in modern urban society have the effect of intensifying the yearning for parental regard. The childhood spent with heartless, indifferent or quarrelsome parents or in a broken home makes a child permanently embittered. Nothing can compensate for lack of parental affection. .When the home is a loveless one, the children are impersonal and even hostile. Approaching adolescence children become more independent of their parents. They are now more concerned with what other kids say or do. They go on loving their parents deeply underneath, but they don’t show it on the surface. They no longer want to be loved as a possession or as an appealing child. They are gaining a sense of dignity as individuals, and they like to be treated as such. They develop a stronger sense of responsibility about matters that they think are important. From their need to be less dependent on their parents, they turn more to trusted adults outside the family for ideas and knowledge. In adolescence aggressive feelings become much stronger. In this period, children will play an earnest game of war. There may be arguments, roughhousing and even real fights. Is gun-play good or bad for children? For many years educators emphasized its harmlessness, even when thoughtful parents expressed doubt about letting their children have pistols and other warlike toys. It was assumed that in the course of growing up children have a natural tendency to bring their aggressiveness more and more under control.

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!

Lost Horizon.

Conway never exactly remembered how he and the others arrived at the monastery, or how they were greeted and led into the grounds. The thin air was dream-like and matched the light blue of the sky. With every breath and every glance, he took in a deep relaxing feeling that made him unaware of Mallinson's uneasiness, Barnard's witty comments, and Miss Brinklow, who looked like a lady well prepared for the worst. He just about remembered being surprised at finding the inside of the monastery spacious, well warmed, and quite clean.

There was no time to do more than notice these qualities, for the Chinese had left his hooded chair and was already leading the way through different rooms. He was quite pleasant now. "I must apologise," he said, "for leaving you to yourselves on the way, but the truth is, journeys of that kind don't suit me, and I have to take care of myself. I hope you were not too tired?"

"We managed," replied Conway with a tight smile.

"Excellent. And now, if you will come with me, I will show you to your rooms. No doubt you would like baths. Our accommodation is simple, but comfortable, I hope."

At this point Barnard, who was still affected by shortness of breath, chuckled. "Well," he gasped, "I can't say I like your climate yet - the air seems to stick on my chest a bit - but you've certainly got a fine view out of your front windows. Do we all have to line up for the bathroom, or is this an American hotel?"

"I think you will find everything quite satisfactory, Mr Barnard."

Miss Brinklow nodded. "I should hope so, indeed." "And afterwards," continued the Chinese, "I should be greatly honoured if you will all join me at dinner."

Conway replied politely. Only Mallinson had given no sign of his attitude in the face of these kind offers. Like Barnard, he had been suffering from breathing problems, but now, with an effort, he found breath to exclaim: "And afterwards, also, if you don't mind, we'll make our plans for getting away. The sooner the better, so far as I'm concerned."

****

"So you see," Chang was saying, "we are less barbarian than you expected."

Conway, later that evening, was not willing to argue. He was enjoying that pleasant feeling of his body being relaxed but his mind being awake, which seemed to him, of all feelings, the most truly civilised. So far, Shangri-La had been all that he could have wished certainly more than he could ever have expected. It was not so strange for a Tibetan monastery to have a system of central heating, but that it should combine. the baths and cleaning facilities from the Western part of the world with tradition from the Eastern world struck him as amazing and rare. The bath, for instance, in which he had recently bathed, had been of a light green pottery from America. Yet the native servant had washed him in a Chinese way of cleaning his ears and nostrils and under his lower eyelids. He had wondered at the time if - and how - his three companions were receiving similar treatment.

Conway had lived for nearly ten years in China, not wholly in the bigger cities; and he counted it, all things considered, the happiest part of his life. He liked the Chinese, and felt at home with Chinese ways. He really liked Chinese cooking, with its subtle undertones of taste; and his first meal at Shangri-La had been familiar.

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