очень надо, Tom, wha writes:
Yesterday I met Fran. She's living in Chicago now. She said
she missed our small town. What kind of place do you live in?
What's special about it? Are you going to move anywhere in the
nearest future and why?
...I started singing in our school choin
Write a letter to Tom
in your letter
- answer this questions
- ask 3 questions about his school choir.
Write 100-140 words
Remember the rules of letter writing​

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Яне поняла суть вопроса, но вот 11 глава на . michael had nearly cried. "nobody wants me," he said, and of course the lady in the evening-dress could not stand that. "i do," she said, "i so want a third child." "boy or girl? " asked michael, not too hopefully. "boy." then he had leapt into her arms. such a little thing for mr. and mrs. darling and nana to recall now, but not so little if that was to be michael's last night in the nursery. they go on with their recollections. "it was then that i rushed in like a tornado, wasn't it? " mr. darling would say, scorning himself; and indeed he had been like a tornado. perhaps there was some excuse for him. he, too, had been dressing for the party, and all had gone well with him until he came to his tie. it is an astounding thing to have to tell, but this man, though he knew about stocks and shares, had no real mastery of his tie. sometimes the thing yielded to him without a contest, but there were occasions when it would have been better for the house if he had swallowed his pride and used a made-up tie. this was such an occasion. he came rushing into the nursery with the crumpled little brute of a tie in his hand. "why, what is the matter, father dear? " "matter! " he yelled; he really yelled. "this tie, it will not tie." he became dangerously sarcastic. "not round my neck! round the bed-post! oh yes, twenty times have i made it up round the bed-post, but round my neck, no! oh dear no! begs to be excused! " he thought mrs. darling was not sufficiently impressed, and he went on sternly, "i warn you of this, mother, that unless this tie is round my neck we don't go out to dinner to-night, and if i don't go out to dinner to-night, i never go to the office again, and if i don't go to the office again, you and i starve, and our children will be flung into the streets." even then mrs. darling was placid. "let me try, dear," she said, and indeed that was what he had come to ask her to do, and with her nice cool hands she tied his tie for him, while the children stood around to see their fate decided. some men would have resented her being able to do it so easily, but mr. darling had far too fine a nature for that;