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b) form complete questions to match
the answers.
1 where/commercial jet/fly to?
a:
b: from madrid to paris.
2 what/the officials/tell/ the reporters?
a:
b: there were problems soon after take.
off.
3 how many passengers/be/on board?
a:
b: 129 passengers.
4 when and where/the pilot/land/plane?
a:
b: at barcelona airport at 11: 26 pm.
2. The quality of their previous goods were low.
3. In 1998 they didn't did business with French companies .
4. She went on business to London yesterday .
5. Two days ago they offered us to establish business
relations .
6. The government didn't set up a new joint venture
a month ago.
7. Last year they gave him a big discount .
8. She looked through these catalogues the day
before yesterday .
9. Did he(Mr Brown- можно и не заменять на he) attended the last conference ? – I think
he did .
10. Did they discussed the terms of payment the other day ? – I don’t think so .
My dad chose a career naval officer. He served on a submarine and six months left in sea voyages. Mom cried at night in the pillow, quietly sobbing, so as not to upset me and grandmother. She was a doctor, so, too, was often absent on duty in the hospital or served patients at home.
Grandpa evenings planted me on his knees and was always told the same tale - about sea adventures and heroic exploits of my dad. About how he's on his submarine sneak up to the enemy ship and released the torpedo right on target. And then the submarine, like a huge underwater whale went into bottomless depths. I fell asleep, lulled by the waves, and fought bravely together with the Pope against the enemy, military squadrons.
But when dad returned from distant campaigns, our whole house was shaking. First in the door appeared large suitcases on wheels. After the Pope himself in a chic, black coat with gold anchors on the cuffs of the sleeves and white cap with "crab" (as the sailors call the cockade). He immediately picked up on the hands of the mother and whirled her around the room, and I was jumping around and clapping their hands. Then dad threw me to the ceiling and, with a chuckle, rubbing prickly cheeks on my happy face. The grandparents he held tightly to himself, and my mother and hugged him from the other side, and all stood for a few minutes in silence, enjoying the long-awaited arms.
Evening tea was delayed until midnight. I never wanted to leave early and all fell asleep at the table. Dad carried me into the nursery and put in the bed.
I grew up a happy child, because I knew that my daddy will always protect me, my family and our country!