The best place to buy Ukrainian souvenirsis:
) Khreshchatyk Street
b) Maidan Nepalebnosti
c) Andriyskiy UPVR
5. St.Sophia's Cathedralis famous for its beautuful
a) library
b) parks and flowerbeds
c) frescoes and mosaics
6. The Golden Gate is:
a) small and nice
b) served as the main entrance to the city in 11" century
c) cold and uncomfortable
7. There is ... at the northemend of Khreshchatyk Street:
a) Independence Square
b) The Golden Gate
c) crossines and the traffic lights
8. Kyiv is a city
a) on the river Thames,
bjof small houses
where ancient and modern live side by side​

David Bowie died of cancer on 10th of January in the age of 69. Like the rest of the world I feel sorry for him. He was a brilliant musician, truly one of the greatest songwriters for all time. He was odd, creative, impressive and passionate for music. Many say that without this man there was no pop-music and it's hard not to agree. 
He changed his image for many time. In 70's he was a Ziggy Sturdust: an alien from space. Also he was a Thin White Duke wearing a formal suit. In 80's he tried himself as an actor and he became the Goblin King with funny hair and weird make-up. And as I remember he had heterochromia (when your eyes have a different eye color). 
Rest in peace, David. Thank you for your music and inspiration. You will be remembered. Goodbye, Ziggy Sturdust.

It was a stormy autumn night. The sky was dark with clouds and a strong wind was blowing. My brother and I were at our granny's. We were on holiday. Granny's old house stood alone on the other side of the village, near a forest. We were telling spooky stories in bed, when we heard a strange scary sound outside. When we looked out of the window, we saw a shadowy figure that looked like a bush moving in the pouring rain. Suddenly a branch popped out of the bush and knocked on the window. We screamed in fear and the bush disappeared. And then we heard our granny's voice. She told us to calm down and went to open the door. At that moment lightning flashed, and we saw the "bush" standing in the doorway. It was our granny's neighbour who had been on a hunting trip, so he was wearing his camouflage cloak.

Была бурная осенняя ночь. Небо было темным от туч, и дул сильный ветер. Мы с братом гостили у бабушки. У нас были каникулы. Старый дом бабушки стоял особняком на другом конце деревни, рядом с лесом. Мы рассказывали жуткие истории, лежа в постели, когда услышали снаружи странный пугающий звук. Когда мы выглянули в окно, то увидели темную фигуру, похожую на куст, движущийся под проливным дождём. Внезапно из куста высунулась ветка и постучала в окно. Мы закричали от страха, и куст исчез. А потом мы услышали голос нашей бабушки. Она сказала нам успокоиться и пошла открыть дверь. В этот момент вспыхнула молния, и мы увидели «куст», стоящий в дверном проёме. Это был сосед нашей бабушки, который ходил на охоту, поэтому он был одет в маскировочный плащ.