Lay down winter, and white nightingalesZatohkaly cold lips.In the cold ground vzulysya groves.And the sky near a stand. Skotsyurbyvs tail oak leaves,Forty of hawthorn drives sky eyeAnd the wind the wind writes letterSorochy eye Whitie writes, What looked grove of land and standing,What nightingales malily as morelky,A Kyiv like mad, kissingAt the steppes of one's village, alien, little. What am I to you one more snowWinters Fortunately, as the letter.Foot on the road. Wind from under his feet.And our remembrance - poppies in the cradle.вот держи
Skotsyurbyvs tail oak leaves,Forty of hawthorn drives sky eyeAnd the wind the wind writes letterSorochy eye Whitie writes,
What looked grove of land and standing,What nightingales malily as morelky,A Kyiv like mad, kissingAt the steppes of one's village, alien, little.
What am I to you one more snowWinters Fortunately, as the letter.Foot on the road. Wind from under his feet.And our remembrance - poppies in the cradle.вот держи
b. did you speak
Как только вы придете, мы обсудим этот вопрос.
b. come
Почему ты надел пальто? Сегодня тепло.
a. have you put on
Я жду своего друга сейчас.
c. am waiting for
Как долго вы его ждете?
c. have you been waiting for
Я знаю его с детства.
c. have known
Я ждал вас в три часа вчера.
b. was waiting for
Я жду вас с самого утра.
c. have been waiting for
Кто это разговаривает с директором?
a. is speaking
Он разговаривал с директором, когда я вошел.
b. was speaking