1 Find ten words for people and places. Use the letters to spell a place. green WC O UN T Y R Y T H OU Y V S ΟΙΑ R. C С OM A N NM С C A B. Y U L E B K H N w OS G M T R 1 3 Z KIN Н T E PI OL 1 L L V А GE w D U 1 T PR I T NE E Р E R S OIN A D The mystery place is: ЭТО СОР И ЛУЧШИЙ ОТВЕТ
My motherland is Kazakhstan! My Kazakhstan is the most dear, important, precious, dearly beloved with This is my Motherland! It took our ancestors many centuries to protect it from enemies and inherit it to us. The poetic heritage of our people contains quite a few bewitching pictures of the beauty of our native land, its boundless expanses, snow-white mountains, azure lakes. Great akyns sang the beauty and history of the Kazakh land. The national memory preserves and passes from generation to generation the glorious and tragic events in the life of the Kazakh people. Fifteen million people live in Kazakhstan as a single family, representatives of more than a hundred nationalities and ethnic groups. I never cease to be amazed at "how people of different nationalities live in our country. We are the people of Kazakhstan! Our land has become dear to everyone! We respect our President Kassym Zhomart Tokayev, thanks to whom we have the opportunity to live in a peaceful and prosperous country. Peace and harmony on earth is the most important thing for every person. I am confident in my future, our President is doing everything to ensure that we live happily. I believe him! This is how my Kazakhstan is: rich, peaceful, free, beautiful. Do you really love my country? We can be proud not of the past of our country, we dedicate our lives to its present. I love my homeland.
This morning I get up at a half past six o’clock. It’s still dark. I feel tired. I went to bed at 1 am and did not sleep enough. If a person doesn’t sleep eight hours, it’s unhealthy, I know. But today I take an exam. It starts at 9 am and I have to take a 7-hour bus if I want to arrive on time. I’m going to take a cold shower, to have a big coffee before getting there.
Here I am in the bus. The people around me look tired too; I’m not the only one. But I think about my exam. I don’t like mathematics at all, I find it abstract, and there are too many rules. What’s the sense of all these rules? To tell the truth I don’t understand some of them.
My motherland is Kazakhstan! My Kazakhstan is the most dear, important, precious, dearly beloved with This is my Motherland! It took our ancestors many centuries to protect it from enemies and inherit it to us. The poetic heritage of our people contains quite a few bewitching pictures of the beauty of our native land, its boundless expanses, snow-white mountains, azure lakes. Great akyns sang the beauty and history of the Kazakh land. The national memory preserves and passes from generation to generation the glorious and tragic events in the life of the Kazakh people. Fifteen million people live in Kazakhstan as a single family, representatives of more than a hundred nationalities and ethnic groups. I never cease to be amazed at "how people of different nationalities live in our country. We are the people of Kazakhstan! Our land has become dear to everyone! We respect our President Kassym Zhomart Tokayev, thanks to whom we have the opportunity to live in a peaceful and prosperous country. Peace and harmony on earth is the most important thing for every person. I am confident in my future, our President is doing everything to ensure that we live happily. I believe him! This is how my Kazakhstan is: rich, peaceful, free, beautiful. Do you really love my country? We can be proud not of the past of our country, we dedicate our lives to its present. I love my homeland.
This morning I get up at a half past six o’clock. It’s still dark. I feel tired. I went to bed at 1 am and did not sleep enough. If a person doesn’t sleep eight hours, it’s unhealthy, I know. But today I take an exam. It starts at 9 am and I have to take a 7-hour bus if I want to arrive on time. I’m going to take a cold shower, to have a big coffee before getting there.
Here I am in the bus. The people around me look tired too; I’m not the only one. But I think about my exam. I don’t like mathematics at all, I find it abstract, and there are too many rules. What’s the sense of all these rules? To tell the truth I don’t understand some of them.