2. Rewrite sentences using Causative form and translate them. a) I won't clean the house myself. I...
b) They didn't repair the fence themselves. They...
c) She doesn't make her dress herself. She
3. Complete the sentences with words derived from the words in bold:
1. He likes to travel without his parents. He's DEPENDENT.
2. Why didn't you buy your milk? Don't be so RESPONSIBLE.
3. It's ... POSSIBLE to do this work in one day. Let's ask somebody for help.
4. Your answer is veryLOGICAL,
4. Fill in the gapes with the correct preposition:
1. Put ... a cap. It's hot outside.
2. Our exam was put... until the next month.
3. The teacher couldn't put... his bad behavior at the lesson.
4. Put all your books ... , mum said.
5* Answer the following questions in writing:
Do you follow fashion?
What do you wear when it is wet?
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And dramatically cooled mind.
I was angry, he was morose;
Passion play, we both knew;
Tomila life both of us;
In both heart glow faded;
Both were expected to rage
Blind Fortune and men
On the morning of the day.
XLVI
Who lived and thought, he can not
The soul does not despise men;
Those who felt that disturbs
Ghost irrevocable days:
Tom is no more charm,
Togo serpent memories
Togo remorse gnaws.
This often gives
Most of the charm of conversation.
First Onegin language
I was confused; but I'm used to
To his acrimonious dispute
And joke with gall halves,
And anger gloomy epigrams.
XLVII
As part of the summer at times,
When the transparent and light
The night sky over Nevoyu8
And the glass of water fun
It does not reflect the face of Diana,
Vospomnya years old novels,
Vospomnya old love,
Sensitive, careless again,
Breath nights supportive
Silently we reveled!
As in forest green from prison
Moved convict sleepy,
So carried away, we dream
By the beginning of the life of the young.
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"Eugene Onegin". Illustration to the first verse of Chapter XLVIII. Figure Pushkin. 1824.
XLVIII
With the soul, full of regrets,
And resting on granite,
It was thoughtfully Eugene,
As he described himself piit9.
All was quiet; a night
Echoes hour,
Yes droshkies remote knock
With a million suddenly heard;
Only a boat, waving their oars,
Floating on the river dormant:
And we are captivated away
Horn and daring song ...
But the sweeter of the night fun,
Chant Torkvatovyh octaves!
XLIX
Adriatic waves
About Brent! I not see you
And, again, full of inspiration,
I hear the voice of your magic!
It is sacred to Apollo grandchildren;
As the proud lyre of Albion
He is familiar to me, he told me mother.
Italy golden Nights
I enjoyed bliss in the wild,
With Venetian old,
That talkative, the dumb,
Sailing in a mysterious gondola;
With it will find my mouth
The language of Petrarch and love.