III. Put the verb in brackets in the proper tense form. 26. Don’t shout, I ___(to hear)___ you quite well.

27. Listen! Somebody ___(to move)___ in the next room.

28. He ___(to love)___ her all his life.

29. He … (to work) at his new novel for two years already.

30. What an awful smell! Somebody ___(to smoke)___ here.

31. I’m so sorry, I ___(to break)___ your favorite cup.

32. The number of students ___(to decrease)___ now.

33. One plus two ___(to make)___ three.

34. I ___(to be) always glad to see you.

35. The weather ___(to change)___. Is it going to rain?​

Неделю назад мой друг Борис Климов приехал в Москву из Волгограда. В субботу он приходил ко мне и моей семье. Мы решили провести выходные вместе и Климов остался с нами до понедельника.

В воскресенье мы проснулись поздно. Встали в 9 часов, помылись и оделись. Потом позавтракали.

"Что вы обычно делаете в воскресенье?" - спросил Борис за столом.

"Мы часто ездим на дачу, ходим в театр или в парк"- ответила моя жена.

"Часто ли вы ходите в Центральный Парк?" - спросил он снова.

"Мы были там в месяце. Это замечательный парк. Нам он очень нравится. Ты бы хотел туда сходить, Борис?"

"О, да, мне бы очень хотелось. Сегодня очень хорошая погода."

Мы пошли в парк с детишками. Мы катались на коньках и на лыжах, а дети играли со своими маленькими друзьями.

Мы пришли домой в 2 часа. Мы с Борисом играли в шахматы после ужина и вечером пошли в кино. Фильм был крайне интересный и не очень длинный. Он начался в семь часов и закончился около восьми. Нам не хотелось так рано возвращаться домой и мы пошли навестить моих родителей.Они были очень рады нас видеть и мы вместе поужинали.

Вернулись домой мы поздно, но не сразу пошли спать. Борис написал два письма своим друзьям в Волгоград и прочёл их нам.

Спать мы легли в 12 ночи.

I leave in October , so cut out at least a few hours to give . Not to say that I am proud gardener , but tinkering with plantings and rest in peace and quiet I just transform . Traveled to the country on a regular city bus to the last stop , ten minutes on foot. And somehow I notice that in front of me goes a woman who in the bus , I do remember , was not. People descended from the bus a lot, but that it goes in front of me . I was amazed when her clothes : it was too hot, and it is in a long brown skirt, some faded black blouse and old - hat , old , lost all shape. Well , a little smile to myself , you never know , there are people strangeness.And suddenly I see this stranger turns off the path to the cemetery (it is the shortest road to the cottages - past the cemetery ) , and stops ... disappears. That is, now I saw her - and there it was gone ... I am at the beginning, of course, was taken aback , but he gave no sign , go , but look . No it even among low cemetery fences are not visible. Of course, the bad feeling was , but then somehow everything was forgotten . And just a week later I saw her again in front of him on the path , she was in the same garb and it looks like no one but me , have not seen her . Again turned to the cemetery , and again disappeared. At this point I could not stand it , said everything that he saw the nearest neighbor in the cottage.He did not even hear the rest , said the lady in the old hat seen all , someone once someone much. But all noticed that she always goes to the same place and always fades , dissolves in the cemetery. Who is she and what appears on the crowded footpath , so no one knows. Yet this story is do not leave me . Decided and went to the cemetery. It has long been abandoned , no new burials . Legs like themselves chose the path to the grave with quite settled dips cross. For almost can not tell it was the inscription on an ancient and miraculously preserved photos vaguely guessed silhouette of a woman in a long dress . Her head is decorated with old hat is exactly the same as that of a stranger , I saw ... ПРИКОЛЬНАЯ ИСТОРИЯ)