Краткое содержание текста по английски

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1) he __ playing piano now
2) __ we baking a bread now?
3) They __ reading a book now
4) You __ not a good dancer.
5) __ Bob playing hockey now?
6) My mother and father __ happy.

Раскрой скобки, употребляя Present continuous.( to bee + ving)
1) She (send) a letter now
2) __ they (cook) a diner now?
3) Mary __ ( dance) at the moment.
4) Tom __ ( sail ) in the sea now
5) My friend __ ( dive) at the moment
6) __ you ( skate) now?

1. They (be) political rivals for more than 30 years and still are. 2. New York house (be) his main home for the last forty years. 3. I (miss) you terribly! Where you (be) all this time? 4. It (be) a long way, I really feel tired. 5. I always (like) being near water, and for as long as I can remember. 6. Frank wants to fly. He (do) this so many times in his mind that he is beginning to think it really (happen). 7, Life (be) very kind to me. 8.1 not (see) fireflies since I (be) a kid. 9. I (notice) something strange in her lately. 10. We believe you (be) very busy since you (arrive) in New York. 11. Melanie (know) the Hills for donkey's years. 12. After all, Nigel always (be) a bit of a know-it-all. 13. It is quiet in the apartment now that everybody (leave) it. 14. It's strange that they are friends, they never (share) the same interests. 15. "I think you had better leave," he said icily. "Before I really lose my temper. I just (have) enough of you." 16.1 always (want) to look clever, but now at the age of twenty I have to admit that I look like a person who never even (hear) of Jung or Updike. 17. We (see) each other fairly steadily for the past year, and when David (ask) me to marry him, last week, there (seem) no reason to say "no". I (be) very lonely for a very long time. And so (have) David, ever since his wife (die) seven years ago.

с ответами на её 2 вопроса: какие дома в России?сколько спален в домах обычно? 120-140 слов
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Я
не то что не знаю не успеваю мне ещё 3 матехи конрольные решать
составлять 2 плана и учить пересказ текста по литературе и готовится к
конкурсу "умники и умницы" по теме анти Гитлероская коалиция. помогите с
английским кто может

с друзьями и в школе

3)Внешность и характеристики человека

4)Досуг и увлечения (спорт, музыка, чтение, посещение кино/театра, дискотеки, кафе). Молодежная мода

5)Покупки. Карманные деньги

6)Переписка

6)Школьная жизнь. Изучаемые предметы и отношение к ним. Каникулы. Школьные обмены

7)Проблемы выбора профессии и роль иностранного языка

8)Страна/страны изучаемого языка и родная страна. Их географическое положение, климат, население, города и села, достопримечательности

9)Страна/страны изучаемого языка и родная страна. Их культурные особенности(начиональные праздники, знаменательные даты, традиции, обычаи)

10)Выдающиеся люди родной страны и стран изучаемого языка, их вклад в науку и мировую культуру

11)Путешествие по странам изучаемого языка и по России

12)Технический прогресс

13)Глобальные проблемы современности

14)Средства массовой информации (пресса, телевидение, радио, Интернет)

15)Природа и проблемы экологии. Здоровый образ жизни

В тексте должно быть описание какой-либо проблемы в рамках выбранной темы

Надеюсь поможете) Желательно какую-либо из этих тем 7, 10, 12, 14, 15.

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When I was four months old, my mother died. I had no brothers or sisters. So all my boyhood, from the age of four months, there were just two of us, my father and me. We lived in an old gypsy caravan. My father owned the filling station and the caravan, that was about all he owned in the world. It was a very small filling station on a small country road with fields and woody hills around it.
While I was still a baby, my father washed me and fed me, pushed me in my pram to the doctor and did all the millions of other things a mother normally does for her child. That is not an easy task for a man, especially when he has to earn his living at the same time.
But my father was a cheerful man. I thinks that he gave me all the live he had felt for my mother when she was alive. We were very close. During my early years, I never had a moments unhappiness, and here I am on my fifth birthday.
I was a little boy as you can see, with dirt and oil all over me, but that was because I spent all day in the workshop helping my father with the cars. The workshop was stone building. My father built that himself with loving care. We are engineers, you and I, he said to me. We earn our living by repairing engines and we can’t do good work in a bad workshop. It was a fine workshop, big enough to take one car comfortably.
The caravan was our house and our home. My father said it was at least one hundred and fifty years old. Many gipsy children, he said, he been born in it and had grown up within its wooden walls. Different people had knocked at its doors, different people had lived in it. But now its best years were over. There was only one room in the caravan, and it wasn’t much bigger than a modern bathroom.
Although we had electric lights in the workshop, we were not allowed to have them in the caravan as it was dangerous. So we got our heat and light in the same way as the gypsies had done years ago. There was a wood-burning stove that kept us warm in winter and there were candles in candlesticks. I think that the stew cooked by my father is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. One plate was never enough.
For furniture, we had two narrow beds, two chairs and a small table covered with a tablecloth and some bowls, plates, cups, forks and spoons on it. Those were all the home comforts we had. They were all we needed.
I really lived living in that gypsy caravan. I lived the evenings when I was in my bed and my father was telling stories. I was happy because I was sure that when I went to sleep my father would still be there, very close to me, sitting in his chair by the fire.
My father, without any doubt, was the most wonderful and exciting father any boy ever had. Here is a picture of him.
You may think, if you don’t know him well, that he was a serous man. He wasn’t. He was actually full of fun. What made him look so serious and sometimes sad was the fact that he nevr smiled with his mouth. He did it all with his eyes. He had bright blue eyes and when he thought of something funny, you could see a golden light dancing in the middle of each eye. But the mouth never moved. My father was not what you would call an educated man. I doubt he had read many books in his life. But he was an excellent storyteller. He promised to make up a bedtime story for me every time I asked him. He always kept his promise. The best stories were turned into serials and went on many nights running.