i cooked the meal weal when the door bell rang: Who did help you to do your home task? as we were watching him the small boy was suddenly

__________________ get through the window, but it did. (manage)

to all my friends and relatives. Do you celebrate Christmas in Russia? What holidays are celebrated in your country? What is your favourite holiday? How do you celebrate it? Well, I’d better go now. I’ve got to help mum with cooking. I can’t wait to hear from you. Lots of love, Jackie Write back to Jackie. In your letter – answer her questions about Russian holidays – ask 3 questions about British holidays Write 100–140 words. Remember the rules of letter writing

Zoo ... the weekend. We have a party ... New Year's Day. We have the Talent Show ... on Monday.

down the answers. (1) 1)Where are you from? 2) How old are you? 3)Are you in the fifth form? 4) How many subjects do you study at school? 5) How many boys and how many girls are there in your class? 6) When does your first lesson start? (2) 1) When do you usually get home after scool? 2) Are you tired after six lessons? 3) Do you relax (отдыхать) at home? How do you relax? 4) At what time do you finish your homework? 5) Does anybody help you to do your homework? 6) Did your parents visit your school last year? 7) Do you help your mum about the house? 8) When do you usually go to bed?

to the first page of Unit two". 3. He asked us: "Is it all right if I open the window?" 4. I said to my friend: "I am afraid I can't come out for a sea with you". 5. She told Jack: "I will not forget to send you a telegram". 6. They asked: "How much are the tickets?" 7. He wrote in his letter: "I know you are ill and I hope you shall get better". 8. The man asked me: "Do you know what time the train gets to Sochi?" 9. Mother told Pete: "Don't forget to call me when you reach the place". 10. My friend told me: "I'll help you to do your homework if you like". 11. He asked his grandson: "Have you any idea what I did with my glasses?" 12. His granny asked him: "Don't open the window". 13. The teacher asked the boy: "Why are your hands so dirty?" 14. Father said: "Look at these clouds. It is raining soon". 15. Jack said to Sam: "Are you doing anything this evening?" 16. "I haven't learnt a poem for today", said Pete. 17. She said: "I like this song from the sixties". 18. He asked me: "Where was Richard going when you met him?" 19. My grandmother said to me: "You're grown up now". 20. "What did you do at the lesson yesterday?" said his mother. 21. "Have you paid for everything?" the security guard said to him. 22. Nellie said: "I want to keep this because it reminds me of my grandfather". 23. "We have got about twenty supermarkets in our city", the manager said. 24. My mother said: "Don't brush too much oil on the meat". 25. She said to him: "I have not spoken to you for three days". 26. "I have lost my key. I'm looking for it", said Tom. 27. "Why do you think the exam will be easy?" she asked me. 28. "How long has Ann lived in Ruzaevka?" asked he. 29. "Your English is very good", he said to me. — "You make very few mistakes". 30. "He will be away till next month", his wife said to us.

a local newspaper has recently published a series of articles about young people. in most of the articles, young people are described as irresponsible, rude and looking only for cheap entertainment. these opinions are mainly based on a few recent incidents in the local discotheque. you're going to write a letter to the editor expressing your disapproval not only with the editorial policy of treating the topic, but also whith the perception of young people.


make notes which will help you to write the letter :
-reason(s) for writing your opinion;
-your arguments + suggestions;
-opposing views & your counterarguments;
-closing remarks.

They were not railway children to begin with. I don't suppose they had ever thought about railways except as a means of getting to Maskelyne and Cook's, the Pantomime, Zoological Gardens, and Madame Tussaud's. They were just ordinary suburban children, and they lived with their Father and Mother in an ordinary red-brick-fronted villa, with coloured glass in the front door, a tiled passage that was called a hall, a bath-room with hot and cold water, electric bells, French windows, and a good deal of white paint, and 'every modern convenience', as the house-agents say. There were three of them. Roberta was the eldest. Of course, Mothers never have favourites, but if their Mother had had a favourite, it might have been Roberta. Next came Peter, who wished to be an Engineer when he grew up; and the youngest was Phyllis, who meant extremely well. Mother did not spend all her time in paying dull calls to dull ladies, and sitting dully at home waiting for dull ladies to pay calls to her. She was almost always there, ready to play with the children, and read to them, and help them to do their home-lessons. Besides this she used to write stories for them while they were at school, and read them aloud after tea, and she always made up funny pieces of poetry for their birthdays and for other great occasions, such as the christening of the new kittens, or the refurnishing of the doll's house, or the time when they were getting over the mumps. These three lucky children always had everything they needed: pretty clothes, good fires, a lovely nursery with heaps of toys, and a Mother Goose wall-paper. They had a kind and merry nursemaid, and a dog who was called James, and who was their very own. They also had a Father who was just perfect--never cross, never unjust, and always ready for a game--at least, if at any time he was not ready, he always had an excellent reason for it, and explained the reason to the children so interestingly and funnily that they felt sure he couldn't help himself. You will think that they ought to have been very happy. And so they were, but they did not know how happy till the pretty life in the Red Villa was over and done with, and they had to live a very different life indeed. The dreadful change came quite suddenly. Peter had a birthday--his tenth. Among his other presents was a model engine more perfect than you could ever have dreamed of. The other presents were full of charm, but the Engine was fuller of charm than any of the others were. Its charm lasted in its full perfection for exactly three days. Then, owing either to Peter's inexperience or Phyllis's good intentions, which had been rather pressing, or to some other cause, the Engine suddenly went off with a bang. James was so frightened that he went out and did not come back all day. All the Noah's Ark people who were in the tender were broken to bits, but nothing else was hurt except the poor little engine and the feelings of Peter. The others said he cried over it--but of course boys of ten do not cry, however terrible the tragedies may be which darken their lot. He said that his eyes were red because he had a cold. This turned out to be true, though Peter did not know it was when he said it, the next day he had to go to bed and stay there.