Lesson 5 Stormy weather Homework
fun, nice,
Look at the table and write about:
boring,
Посмотрите на таблицу и напишите:
interesting
а) thе ѕеаѕоn аnd wеаthеr о сезоне и погоде;
b) what people do/don't do о том,что люди делают_не делают
C) hоw реорlе fееl о том, как люди чувствуют себя.
UNIT 12 The weather
season
weather
activities
summer always hot
swim, play football
autumn
warm, often rains, wind, duststorm, sometimes eat a lot of fruit,
hailstorm, thunderstorm, hail, cool and cold don't swim
play snowballs, walk in
cold, freezing, often cloudy, foggy, sometimes
winter
the morning, skate, ski,
sunny and warm, snow, rain, never hot
don't play football
collect flowers, work
spring
usually warm, often rains, wind, thunderstorm,
on a farm, fly kites
sometimes hailstorm, hail and snow, warm
feed animals with SS
e.g. In summer it is always hot. People go swimming and play foot
They feel happy because it is fun.
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Thank the creators want to have a very vivid image of Alice (so different from the Disney version), the brilliant dialogue Carroll undergone minor changes, wonderful voice acting characters (one of which is the Cheshire Cat), smart graphics, great music, and, of course, for that the creators of the cartoon show succeeded so well in the movie all the madness and beauty of Wonderland, for being able to maintain the surreal atmosphere, created by Lewis Carroll.

Поблагодарить создателей хочется уже за яркий образ самой Алисы (столь разительно отличающийся от диснеевской версии), гениальные диалоги Кэрролла, претерпевшие минимальные изменения, замечательную озвучку героев (один Чеширский кот чего стоит), шикарнейшую графику, великолепную музыку, и, конечно же, за то, что создателям мультфильма удалось столь удачно показать в мультфильме все безумство и прелесть Страны Чудес, за то, что удалось сохранить ту сюрреалистическую атмосферу, созданную Льюисом Кэрроллом. 

It was an interesting summer. If the first month of rest did not differ from the previous summer vacation, I was in town, the next two months were the most memorable for me, I went to my aunt in the village. That is, with carrying out day in the village I relate the most interesting events and vivid impressions of my summer.In the village the time goes slowly and hesitantly, not at all, as in the big cities. It seems that a month has passed, but in reality was only a week. Usually, in the morning, I help my aunt in the kitchen garden, although it before my day begins. Our village is far from the town and the water from the tap luxury unheard of, so I take two old iron bucket and go through three houses to the well. Well water is incredibly clear and very cold. Sometimes we have to do something around the house, but as soon as the first opportunity I peremahivayu over the fence and ran to his friends.In the village of my good friends. Together, we spend most of the time. In the hottest days we can sit for hours on the river. Swim, frolic and watched the passing barges. Somehow I got from my aunt for what I missed lunch, and actually I was not hungry. The fact that my friend Pasha brought from Uncle Sergei whole package of potatoes and we bake it right in the fire. What a pleasure to jibe from one hand to another hot potato, and then crush and eat a piece, clearing it from the salty ash. Agree, this is not a plate of prepared soup. But how much of romance and happiness conducted as if in a different world, summer days!In the evening I was sitting at home in a wooden hut. Usually, after dinner with my aunt came girlfriends, they have long sat at a large round table in the center of the room, drinking tea. I was close, climbing on a large stone oven, and either saw the book, brought from the city, or do nothing, as is often said aunt "beat thumbs." Though actually I kept a diary, and like Robinson Crusoe on a desert island, making notes, counting the days until the time when I was taken into the city.Sometimes, I find myself thinking that the village is far from the city island, where life is subordinate to another rhythm. Maybe because there are closer to nature, or perhaps just the city so far detached from this quiet life in the pursuit of technological progress. Anyway, I city person and my place there, in an endless stream of information, but each time leaving this quiet island of tranquility, I will remember how to spend the summer and miss my village.