Giving up on the wet stalks Face in the grass of the field: Let the heart prostukaet land Listened capita land. I see it: loud and clean The rustle of sagebrush newly-fallen snow Grasshoppers mow wheat In bitter aspen groves. On the leaves, the leaves bending down, Herbalist, wandering to sleep Blue star comes Warm up to the night window. And the woman, he heard a rustling, Admits a star on the threshold, And somewhere in the train blows In the old hunting horn. Creak as baggage, corncrake, And lunar trails pylyat ... And my heart prostukalo land And the heart of the earth opened.
1. These are my computers. 2. They have a new suits. 3. These metal are very hard. 4. Those sheep are Russian one 5. They heard their voices. 6. Their dogs do not like breads. 7. The plates were at the tables. 8. These towns are very large. 9. They were talking to them in the street yesterday 10. Are those girls their sisters? 11. They shall give them their books. 12. These stories will be a good one. 13. Are these a good matches? 14. The boys put their books on the desk. 15. They took off their hat. 16. Those houses are new. 17. The pupils puts their books into the bag. 18. Are these students coming with us, too? 19. The women didn't say anything. 20. Do they speak English?
