Expand the brackets in Past Perfect, Passive: The books (not to write) before he came.

A) The books gand't been written before he came.
B) The books haven't been written before he came.
C) The books hadn't be written before he came.
D) The books hadn't written before he came.
E) The books hadn't being written before he came.

Books or a movie? this question is probably worth it since humanity discovered a new world-world of cinematography. at the earliest days the film did not even think of becoming a rival to the book, but in the course of time the man was increasingly absorbed in films, forgetting about books. he did not forget, but they meant to him an empty space. the film was a slow-motion mine. he increasingly forced people to relax , and since he appeared in every house, he completely tied his owners to the sofa. in the 21st century, people are divided. someone says that it is necessary to read that this is the source of life, and someone says that it is not necessary at all. let's try to figure out what the book wins from the film and why it was so unfairly begun to be forgotten? of course, a good movie is better than a bad book, but a good book is worth 10 great movies. first, the book is the same film, only there is no restriction on special effects, quality. what a person can show is quite insignificant in comparison with what the imagination is drawing to us. but this does not mean that everything has opened a book, read it and you will have the perfect picture. there is no need. you need and you can develop imagination. that's why two persons , who read the same book, only one reads booze and for all his life read a huge number of books and from someone who read books 10, and even not the best authors, there will be different perceptions. secondly, the book contains more information, more dialogues, some descriptions and moments, because as if the film is not well shot, everything will be missing some actions, adventures, or will be added there, for example, changing the character up to the opposite hero. i believe that the book is better than the movie, but still i think that books and films should be partners, mutually complementing each other with "not enemies." because the book will live without the achievements of technology, there would be a sheet and a pen or pencil etc. but the film will live without electronics?

The policeman on the beatings moved impressively up the avenue. impressiveness was familiar and not for the show, it was not enough for the audience. cold wind gusts, with the taste of rain, took the streets out of sight.kwd offici made beautiful pictures of the keeper of the world. it was an area that held early in the morning. approximately halfway along a certain block, the policeman suddenly slowed down his walk. in the doorway of the hardware store, the man bent down with an unlit cigar in his mouth. "it's all right, officer," he said, "i'm waiting for a friend, it's been set twenty years ago." it sounds a little funny, does not it? "the man lit his cigar. the light showed a pale, square facewith sharp eyes and a small white scar near the right eyebrow."twenty years ago," said the man, "i dined here, in the" big joe "brady with jimmy wells, my best friend and the guy from "fi nest" in the world.we grew up here in new york, like two brothers. i was eighteenand jimmy was twenty. the next morning i had to start on the westgrow rich. you could not get jimmy out of new york .; he thought that this was the only place on earth. well, we agreed that nightthat we will meet again here exactly twenty years after this date andtime, no matter what our conditions could be or from the distance weperhaps, has come. at twenty, each of us must have our own destinydeveloped and made our fortunes, whatever they were. ""it sounds pretty interesting. did not you hear from your friendwhen did you leave? "the policeman asked." well, the west is a pretty big offer. but i know that jimmy will meet me here if he is alive, because he was always the most faithful, the most faithful old man in the world. he will never forget, although we have long lost touch with each other. "" quite good in the west, is not it? "i hope jimmy did half as well.i had to compete with some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile." " i'll be on my way. i hope your friend will be back soon, "the policeman said and left. he waited about twenty minutes before a tall man in a long coat, with a collar turned to his ears, went up to him. "is that you, bob? " he asked doubtfully. "i was sure i'd find you here." you've changed a lot, jimmy. i never thought you were so tall, two or three inches. doing well in the newyork, jimmy? "" moderately. i have a position in one of the city departments. come on, we'll go somewhere and have a good chat, bob. "the two men went out into the street, hand in hand. a man from the west, his selfishness, enhanced by success, began to delineate the history of his career. the other, lost in a coat, listened with interest. when they entered the gleam of some electric lights, a man from the west suddenly stopped and released his hand. "you're not jimmy wells," he snapped. "twenty years is a long time, but not enough to change the male nose from roman to pug.""it sometimes turns a good person into a bad person," the tall man said. "you're under arrest, shelki bob. chicago thinks that you may have fallen on our way and the wires that she wants to talk to you. before we go to the station, here's the note i was asked to convey to you. it's from patrol wells. you can read it here. "a man from the west unfolded a small piece of paper. his hand began to tremble when he finished reading. the note was rather short