My Kazakhstan is the most expensive, important, precious, beloved country. This is my motherland ...
Many centuries it took our ancestors to settle, learn, protect it from enemies and pass it on to us who are now living. How much labor, sweat and blood, joy and suffering fell to the lot of past generations. The poetic heritage of our people contains many fascinating pictures of the beauty of the native land, its vast expanses, snow-white vast mountains, azure smooth surfaces of lakes ...
Great akyns glorified the beauty and history of the Kazakh land. The people's memory keeps and transfers from generation to generation glorious and tragic events in the life of the Kazakh people. Listening to the folk motives of dombra, one imagines huge steppes, swaying steppe grasses from a free wind, a horseman on a dashing horse, flying on him, as on wings, to the sun. Kazakhstan is widely and correctly spread. The sun rises from the steppe, all day goes over the steppe, meeting with dense forests and thousands of lakes, it also sets in the steppe. When…
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I. If you have _knowledge about this subject, you must show it.
2. This is where he keeps _ clothes.
3. On the way home I drop in at a shop to buy _fruit.
4. I like to walk in _nice weather.
5. Mother said the Browns bought _ new furniture.
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1. He does not live here. He lives near the bank.
2. I am very hungry. Do you have something to eat?
3. She likes dogs, but she does not have one.
4. What do you want to read?
5. My brother does not like reading.
6. Do you know where my new books are?
7. Why are you so angry?
8. Do you often go to this restaurant?
9. She is not going to tell him the truth. She does not want anyone to know.
10. The child is sleeping. Do not speak loudly.
My Kazakhstan is the most expensive, important, precious, beloved country. This is my motherland ...
Many centuries it took our ancestors to settle, learn, protect it from enemies and pass it on to us who are now living. How much labor, sweat and blood, joy and suffering fell to the lot of past generations. The poetic heritage of our people contains many fascinating pictures of the beauty of the native land, its vast expanses, snow-white vast mountains, azure smooth surfaces of lakes ...
Great akyns glorified the beauty and history of the Kazakh land. The people's memory keeps and transfers from generation to generation glorious and tragic events in the life of the Kazakh people. Listening to the folk motives of dombra, one imagines huge steppes, swaying steppe grasses from a free wind, a horseman on a dashing horse, flying on him, as on wings, to the sun. Kazakhstan is widely and correctly spread. The sun rises from the steppe, all day goes over the steppe, meeting with dense forests and thousands of lakes, it also sets in the steppe. When…