1.I haven't got a brother . 2.My grandmother doesn't listen to rock music. 3.His sister can't take photos. 4.Her grandfather hasn't got a pet. 5.Mag didn't play puzzles yesterday.- 6.Our father won't watch the stars in the morning. 7.Their mother wasn't at home at two o clock.- 1,Mag walked in the park.- Where did she walk? 2.The weather was fine.- Was thw weather fine? 3. Max will ride his bike next Sunday.- When will he ride his bike? 4.Mag waters the flowers every morning.-What does she do every morning? 5.Max liked his scooter and shared it with me..-What did he do?.
Here and unbeknownst to us crept autumn evenings have become short and cool, rain monotonically rattled on the roof. Sad. But, despite this autumn is my favorite time of year, because since my childhood I write lyrics, and most of them are born in the autumn, autumn crimson, rainy autumn. Today, walking in the parks, inspiration struck me again and again I began to write, or rather, she continued. And how can you not love fall, I think she was loved by all the poets!Вот и незаметно к нам подкралась осень: вечера стали короткими и прохладными, дождь монотонно застучал по карнизу. Грустно. Но, не смотря на это - осень мое любимое время года, так как я с детства пишу стихи, и большинство их рождаются осенью, осенью багряной, осенью дождливой. Сегодня, прогуливаясь по парку, вдохновение снова посетило меня и я вновь начала писать, вернее, продолжила.А как не любить осень, по-моему, её любили всё поэты!
2.My grandmother doesn't listen to rock music.
3.His sister can't take photos.
4.Her grandfather hasn't got a pet.
5.Mag didn't play puzzles yesterday.-
6.Our father won't watch the stars in the morning.
7.Their mother wasn't at home at two o clock.-
1,Mag walked in the park.- Where did she walk?
2.The weather was fine.- Was thw weather fine?
3. Max will ride his bike next Sunday.- When will he ride his bike?
4.Mag waters the flowers every morning.-What does she do every morning?
5.Max liked his scooter and shared it with me..-What did he do?.
And how can you not love fall, I think she was loved by all the poets!Вот и незаметно к нам подкралась осень: вечера стали короткими и прохладными, дождь монотонно застучал по карнизу. Грустно. Но, не смотря на это - осень мое любимое время года, так как я с детства пишу стихи, и большинство их рождаются осенью, осенью багряной, осенью дождливой. Сегодня, прогуливаясь по парку, вдохновение снова посетило меня и я вновь начала писать, вернее, продолжила.А как не любить осень, по-моему, её любили всё поэты!