Dangers of plastic 5
1.11
Listen to a reporter in Rebecca's town.
What was different a year later? Tick the things
she mentions.
polystyrene cups cardboard boxes
plastic bags waste food washing powder
used cooking oil plastic bottles
paper bags glass jars old newspapers
plastic sandwich boxes bottle tops
Объяснение:
пишешь про свой друг(-подруга)
1)Что ему(-ей) нравится
2)Что он(-а) может
3)в чем он(-а) хорош(-а)
4)Его любимый
Вот пример:
1)He (-She) likes... (reading ,cooking,dancing,swimming и т.д)
2)He(-she) can... (play-football,basketball,volleyball и т.д)или вместо play можешь что-то другое написать.
3)He's (-she's) good at... (math,science,geography,biology,chemistry и т.д)
4)His (-her) favourite... (Например любимый цвет или еда,песня,урок и т.д)
Если напишешь про любимый цвет:
Her/his favourite colour is... (brown,black,yellow,red и т.д)
Если про предмет (урок):
Her/His favourite subject is.. (math,geography и т.д)
Наверное все понятно:)
Every summer in June, thousands of people visit the Pskov land. They come here to the village of Mikhailovskoye to the wonderful festival of poetry, to see the places where he lived and worked.
Pushkin is always alive for us, he is the man we all know and love, the greatest of poets. Generations come and go, but Pushkin still remains. We are all grateful to Pushkin for each line of his works. Pushkin is not only a great poet for us. He is the perfect man combining brilliant talent with civil courage. His name is associated with our love for the Motherland, and the best in our life.
Hundreds of new concepts, hundreds of new words have appeared in the language in the years that have passed since his death, but not a single word of his poetry has become obsolete. Everything written by Pushkin continues to live. It has not become something of the past, it does not need any corrections and hardly needs commentary. His feelings and his views still correspond to our own feelings and views.
We admire the great world of Pushkin's poetry as a whole, each of us finding some special lines for ourselves, lines showing his sympathy and respect for his people. The reader cannot imagine his inner world without him.