his head. He's not stopping. 2 Use words from Exercise 1 in the correct form to complete the dialogue. Jimmy: You'll never get a taxi in this rainy weather, Fran! Fran: Don't worry. I'll put my hand up and (1) at one of them. Jimmy: There's one right there! Oh, no. Never mind. He's (2) Fran: What if we move to another street? There are taxis over there. Do you see where I'm (3) with my finger? Jimmy: Wait, I think this taxi will stop. Yes, he's (4) his head. Fran: I'm so glad. It's really raining now! Jimmy: OK, well, let's (5) - hands before you leave. Fran: Oh, come on, Jimmy! We know each other better! (6) me on the cheek and I'll bec my way.
Смотри. С мы говорим о действиях, происходящих сейчас. Например. Сейчас я читаю книгу. Глагол-читаю. Значит, к глаголу приписываемых окончание -ing. То есть, Now (сейчас) I am( я) readING( вот здесь ты ОБЯЗАН приставить -ing овое окончание) book (книгу). Теперь поговорим о том, как отвечать на такие вопросы. Например, что ты сейчас делаешь? What are you doing now? Сейчас я читаю книгу. I am reafing a book now. Я прикрепил фотографии из очень хороших учебников. И с одного из этих фото ты можешь проверить себя, когда поймать тему. Только сначала сделай сам, а потом посмотри ответ.
Long have you lived and, still content To shelter from life’s storms, You cannot name a single friend To whom your lone heart warms.
When years have passed and you are old, People will turn and say: «He lived a century, poor soul, Who never lived a day.»
Или Журавли. Я бы его и выбрала, если честно
THE CRANES (Translation of Rasul Gamzatov’s 1976 poem) It seems to me sometimes that soldiers fallen, Whom bloody battlefields have rendered dead, Were buried not in soil to be forgotten, But turned into white cranes in flight instead.
From that time, since their fate became a coffin They’ve soared, and issued us a strident cry. Is that not why we sadly, and so often, Lift up our silent gaze when cranes go by?
Today, as evening yields to nightfall’s border, I see the cranes in flight, their wings unfurled, As over fields they fly in perfect order Just as they marched, when people in the world
They fly—their line extending to forever— And call out names of someone to the cold. Is that not why the song of cranes has never Been far from Avar speech since times of old?
The weary wedge of birds on expedition— It flies and flies through fog, towards the dawn, And in the ranks I notice a position-- An empty space for me, for when I’m gone!
Some day in that formation I’ll be flying; I’ll sail into the skies on my rebirth, And from the heav’ns with crane trump I’ll be crying To those of you I left upon the earth
Long have you lived and, still content
To shelter from life’s storms,
You cannot name a single friend
To whom your lone heart warms.
When years have passed and you are old,
People will turn and say:
«He lived a century, poor soul,
Who never lived a day.»
Или Журавли. Я бы его и выбрала, если честно
THE CRANES
(Translation of Rasul Gamzatov’s 1976 poem)
It seems to me sometimes that soldiers fallen,
Whom bloody battlefields have rendered dead,
Were buried not in soil to be forgotten,
But turned into white cranes in flight instead.
From that time, since their fate became a coffin
They’ve soared, and issued us a strident cry.
Is that not why we sadly, and so often,
Lift up our silent gaze when cranes go by?
Today, as evening yields to nightfall’s border,
I see the cranes in flight, their wings unfurled,
As over fields they fly in perfect order
Just as they marched, when people in the world
They fly—their line extending to forever—
And call out names of someone to the cold.
Is that not why the song of cranes has never
Been far from Avar speech since times of old?
The weary wedge of birds on expedition—
It flies and flies through fog, towards the dawn,
And in the ranks I notice a position--
An empty space for me, for when I’m gone!
Some day in that formation I’ll be flying;
I’ll sail into the skies on my rebirth,
And from the heav’ns with crane trump I’ll be crying
To those of you I left upon the earth