1) The children are in the yard. They have been playing hide-and-seek since breakfast time.
2) Barbara has been doing her make-up for half an hour but hasn't finished it yet.
3) Nice to meet you. I haven't seen you for a long time.
4) We have heard nothing of him for two years (без двойного отриц.)
5) She is a well-known artist. She has been drawing since her childhood
6) She has always liked cats. And now she has three at home.
7) Is Tom still ill? No. He has just recovered
8) Have you sent them the contract yet?
9) I have been translating this story since morning, but still can't understand some sentences.
10) Ben hasn't been doing his homework all this time. He has been playing computer games.
11) You look upset. What has happened to you?
12) "Sorry, I'm late" - "That's all right. I have not been waiting long."
Объяснение:
Белые воротнички коричневых кирпичей —
Викторианская Англия все эпохи в свое одела,
только шляпки выдадут, кто тут чей.
Как без волос не уродится тело,
дом английский неукрасим без сада,
или кустов по бортику, или горшка хотя б.
А в Уэльсе агнцев не собирают в стадо:
здесь болота со склонами рыжих трав.
Эльф летает с зонтиком вместо крыльев,
очень сыро в Уэльсе,
гоблинам не покрыться пылью,
подо мхом зеленым они сочиняют песни
про отважных хоббитов:
сплин нордический просит подвигов,
не фамильной саги,
хотя силы зла не движутся, как коряги.
Здесь пейзаж мистический, водопад со стоном,
В Лондон, в Лондон едемте из лощины сонной,
Там все словом сверено, там не просто эльф,
Там все royal, вороны, привидений шлейф
англ мова.
.White collars of brown bricks -
Victorian England has dressed all ages,
only the hats will give out who's whose.
How a body cannot be born without hair,
an English house is unadorned without a garden,
or bushes on the side, or a pot at least b.
And in Wales, lambs are not gathered into a flock:
there are swamps with slopes of red grasses.
The elf flies with an umbrella instead of wings,
very damp in Wales,
goblins don't get covered in dust
under the green moss they compose songs
about brave hobbits:
spleen nordic asks for deeds,
not a family saga,
although the forces of evil do not move like driftwood.
Here the landscape is mystical, a waterfall with a groan,
To London, to London we go from the sleepy hollow,
Everything there is verified by a word, there is not just an elf,
There are all royal, crows, haunted train.