The cat is not running across the street now. Is the cat running across the street now? They are not lying in the sun now. Are they lying in the sun now? The man is not selling newspaper near the shop now. Is the man selling newspaper near the shop now? Paul and Helen are not dancing in the next room. Are Paul and Helen dancing in the next room? Charles is not learning a rule now. Is Charles learning a rule now? They are not doing something in the kitchen garden now. Are they doing something in the kitchen garden now? The young boy is not playing computer games now. Is the young boy playing computer games now? My relatives are not going to the railway station now. Are my relatives going to the railway station now? Tim is not answering the teacher's questions now. Is Tim answering the teacher's questions now?
Anna Akhmatova (June 23 [O.S. June 11] 1889 — March 5, 1966) was the pen name of Anna Andreevna Gorenko, the leader and the heart and soul of St Petersburg tradition of Russian poetry in the course of half a century.Akhmatova's work ranges from short lyric poems to universalized, ingeniously structured cycles, such as Requiem (1935-40), her tragic masterpiece on the Stalinist terror. Her work addresses a variety of themes including time and memory, the fate of creative women, and the difficulties of living and writing in the shadow of Stalinism.Early lifeAkhmatova was born in Bolshoy Fontan near Odessa. Her childhood does not appear to have been happy; her parents separated in 1905. She was educated in Kiev, Tsarskoe Selo, and the Smolny Institute of St Petersburg. Anna started writing poetry at the age of 11, inspired by her favourite poets: Racine, Pushkin, and Baratynsky. As her father did not want to see any verses printed under his "respectable" name, she had to adopt the surname of one of her Tatar ancestors as a pseudonym.Grey-Eyed King (1910)Hail to thee, o, inconsolate pain! The young grey-eyed king has been yesterday slain.That autumnal evening was stuffy and red. My husband, returning, had quietly said,"He'd left for his hunting; they carried him home; They found him under the old oak's dome.I pity his queen. He, so young, passed away!... During one night her black hair turned to grey."He picked up his pipe from the fireplace shelf, And went off to work for the night by himself.Now my daughter I will wake up and rise -- And I will look in her little grey eyes...And murmuring poplars outside can be heard: Your king is no longer here on this earth.
While Bob was going home he met Mary.
Ann is passionate aboute music and she attends Music School.
My friend bought a bicycle at the end of the last school year.
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