Test for the 6-th grade Use the appropriate plural form
1.Big..don't cry.
A) boys
B) boyes C) boy
Z. Our two are crying all the time.
A) babies B) babys C) babyes
Use the appropriate form of the pronouns
3. am your new teacher
A)! B) He
C)
We
16 Pupils
wear a
uniform at school
17
my
home work
at 6 yesterday
18 He was born Tashkent
19 I invite you
my
birthday party
20. Where
you go
Yesterday in the
evening ?
4. That is Mr. Smith. Can you see
well?
A) us
B ) him C) me
S. Little Jane doesn't like -new dress
A) she
B) her Chers
6. Philip doesn't like to speak _.
A) any B) much C) mary
7. Look at thad How books do you have on your shelf?
A) much b) many ) any
B.Would you like coffee?
A) some B) any ) many
Choose the appropriate form of the verb
9. My brother
animals
A) do not like B) not like C does not like
10 My
vegetables
A) is not eat B) does not eat C) do not eats
Use the appropriate form of pronouns
111ber every day and she never says hello to me
b) ser (b) am seeing
12 There are 7 ads my family
9 ) *
13 you leave my shoes outside the
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Probably, each person has his own city, but there are no two
similar cities, as there is no similar people. For some, the city - it is
inner peace, for other favorite streets, roads. many
self-contained city people is limited, barbed ogorozhden
wire alienation and misunderstanding, reluctance to find a common language.
As for me, my city is not particularly limited, I hate border
I do not recognize distances, because there are no barriers to the senses, or they are,
or not. The worst thing - this wall erected by the people with each other;
no walls, the city combined, people become closer friendship
stronger. City holy for every human being - because it keeps him
their hopes, feelings, desires. And if he invites another to his
city, so he trusts and loves, it opens my soul. My
city in this respect is no different from the others. My inner
world distinguishes the constant struggle between good and evil, love and
hatred. I am glad that not a drop of indifference to me, that I
I find a grave sin. This fight does not give me rest, everything in me
lit from this struggle, I do not understand myself. I do not know how, what and
why I respect and some others do not understand. If my city became
a reality, it would be similar to the Terrible, everything is destroyed in me,
constantly restored, collapsing and being built. I do not know how long
it will last, whether end? In my city I live as much
beautiful and ugly people, who embody what I
I feel about what I think. They despise each other and never
calm down, because not making concessions and compromises. I do not understand those
one dominated by one or the other, people are indifferent to one
and too much care about something else - every citizen of my city
It has its own, for which they are responsible and suffer. Envy, lies, hatred,
anger struggling with love, respect, kindness. at
possible, they would have killed each other, and I would have stayed empty. They all
important for me. It is unlikely that any of them will win. This is another
an example of a senseless war, with their victims, killed and and wounded. each death brings me heartache, it is unlikely that I will ever rvasstanus or smirum and even if I would like this a lot of people even more cities are sostavlyaёt world. A world in which peace is impossible
Probably, each person has his own city, but there are no two
similar cities, as there is no similar people. For some, the city - it is
inner peace, for other favorite streets, roads. many
self-contained city people is limited, barbed ogorozhden
wire alienation and misunderstanding, reluctance to find a common language.
As for me, my city is not particularly limited, I hate border
I do not recognize distances, because there are no barriers to the senses, or they are,
or not. The worst thing - this wall erected by the people with each other;
no walls, the city combined, people become closer friendship
stronger. City holy for every human being - because it keeps him
their hopes, feelings, desires. And if he invites another to his
city, so he trusts and loves, it opens my soul. My
city in this respect is no different from the others. My inner
world distinguishes the constant struggle between good and evil, love and
hatred. I am glad that not a drop of indifference to me, that I
I find a grave sin. This fight does not give me rest, everything in me
lit from this struggle, I do not understand myself. I do not know how, what and
why I respect and some others do not understand. If my city became
a reality, it would be similar to the Terrible, everything is destroyed in me,
constantly restored, collapsing and being built. I do not know how long
it will last, whether end? In my city I live as much
beautiful and ugly people, who embody what I
I feel about what I think. They despise each other and never
calm down, because not making concessions and compromises. I do not understand those
one dominated by one or the other, people are indifferent to one
and too much care about something else - every citizen of my city
It has its own, for which they are responsible and suffer. Envy, lies, hatred,
anger struggling with love, respect, kindness. at
possible, they would have killed each other, and I would have stayed empty. They all
important for me. It is unlikely that any of them will win. This is another
an example of a senseless war, with their victims, killed and and wounded. each death brings me heartache, it is unlikely that I will ever rvasstanus or smirum and even if I would like this a lot of people even more cities are sostavlyaёt world. A world in which peace is impossible