Is the internet a good thing or a bad thing? write a letter to a newspaper giving your views on the internet. you can continue writing on the next page
A. Oh! I'm so sorry about your exams. Please, don't wirry about it. I know that you are very smart girl and that you will do pass your exam the next week again. But for now. I really recommend you to calm down and to start work harder. You can do it!
B. Hey, Nick. I've told you that you will brake something. But you didn't mention my words. Do you know that it is really expensive to change the window glass? That is why your parents won't be happy to hear about what you've done. So, tell them that you love them before they will get angry.
C. Andrue, why are you always lying in the bed? Will you help me to tidy our flat? I can't do it alone! So, get up right now or I will call our parents.
Ну и елка, просто диво, Как нарядна, как красива. Ветви слабо шелестят, Бусы яркие блестят И качаются игрушки - Флаги, звездочки, хлопушки. Вот огни зажглись на ней, Сколько крошечных огней! И, верхушку украшая, Там сияет, как всегда, Очень яркая, большая, Пятикрылая звезда. (Е.Благинина)
Д Е К А Б Р Ь
В декабре, в декабре Все деревья в серебре.
Нашу речку, словно в сказке, За ночь вымостил мороз, Обновил коньки, салазки, Елку из лесу привез. Елка плакала сначала От домашнего тепла. Утром плакать перестала, Задышала, ожила. Чуть дрожат ее иголки, На ветвях огни зажглись. Как по лесенке, по елке Огоньки взбигают ввысь. Блещут золотом хлопушки. Серебром звезду зажег Добежавший до макушки Самый смелый огонек.
Год как день вчерашний. Над Москвою в этот час Бьют часы Кремлевской башни Свой салют - двенадцать раз. (С. Маршак)
Children's poems about New Year
TREE
Well, the Christmas tree, just a miracle, How Smart is beautiful. Branches little rustle, Beads bright shine And swing toys - Flags, stars, firecrackers. Here the lights lit up on it, How tiny lights! And the top of the decorating, It shines, as always, Very bright, large, Pyatikrylaya star. (E.Blaginina)
DECEMBER
In December, in December All the trees in silver.
Our river, as if in a fairy tale, Per night paved frost Updated skates, sled, Christmas tree out of the forest brought. Christmas tree crying first From home heat. In the morning crying stopped, I am breathing, alive. A little shake of her needles, On the branches of the lights lit up. As the ladder, on the Christmas tree Vzbigayut lights up. Shine gold firecrackers. Silver star lit Running to the top Most bold light.
A year has passed, as yesterday. Over Moscow in this hour Kremlin tower clock strikes His salute - twelve times. (S. Marshak)
