Під замком на горбах в долині
зеленогривий гордий львів.
вже восьмий вік іде як сину
данило-князь тут місто звів.
цей град краси суцвіття храмів —
моя колиска золота.
тут я зростала поміж львами
з піснями в серці й на вустах.
з твоїх дооь твердих спиваю
наснагу й силу в тяжкі дні.
твоїми болями ,
твій спів відлунює в мені.
кои ж як сніг в тобі розтану,
злечу хмарнною у вись,
я піснею твоєю стану,
зігрію камінь, як колись.
найкраще місто на землі
для мене ти, мій львове.
ти мій париж, маленький рим,
о, рідний мій, чудовий.
найкраще місто на землі
ти, мій львове. надо найти главные члены предложения и обозначить сказуемое
Mr. Berton: Yes. I phoned you yesterday evening. The name is Berton.
Waiter: Yes, sir. Are you alone? (Looking down the list before him). Oh, no, excuse me, the table for two.
Mr. Berton: My wife will be here fairly soon.
Waiter: Here you are, please. Would you like this table?
Mr. Berton: Oh, no. My wife is fond of sitting by the window and staring at the passers-by.
Waiter: This way, sir. It's the right place for your wife.
Mr. Berton: Well, thank you. It seems pretty... for my wife. Not for me, I mean. But the view is wonderful.
Mrs.Berton: Peter! (A middle-aged perfectly dressed woman is coming to Mr. Berton). I'm sorry, I'm late.
Mr. Berton: Better late than never.
Mrs. Berton: Please, don't grumble! I've just visited my hairdresser. Besides ladies have the right to be late. Gentlemen —never!
Mr. Berton: Yes, you're right. Do you like the place?
Mrs. Berton: Oh, I'm awfully pleased!
Waiter: Here's the menu. What would you like to start with, madam?
Mrs. Berton: Wait a minute. Er... It's funny enough, but I'm hungry as a bear. And the dishes in your menu look so appetizing... Well, I'd like to begin with baked mushrooms and melon.
Waiter: And you, sir?
Mr. Berton: As for me, I would like to begin with something more interesting. What can you say about your steaks?
Waiter: Oh, they're really delicious today! What vegetables would you like with the steaks? Fried tomatoes with spiced sour-cream, cauliflower or French beans?
Mr. Berton: So, two steaks with fried tomatoes. I prefer steaks well done. What else? A nice portion of roast potatoes.
Mrs. Berton: Waiter, the same for me, please.
Mr. Berton: And what about your diet, dear?
Mrs. Berton: Let's forget about it!
Waiter: Anything to drink?
Mr. Berton: A bottle of French red wine, two cups of strong coffee...
Mrs. Berton: And orange juice, please!
Mr. Berton: Of course! How could I forget!
Waiter: Please, wait a moment. (The waiter goes out. In a few minutes he appears again with a tray with dishes). Here you are.
Mrs. Berton: Seems and smells fantastic!
Mr. Berton: Great!
Waiter: Good appetite! Enjoy yourselves. What would you like for dessert?
Mrs. Berton: Vanilla ice-cream mixed with bits of chocolate and pineapples, a nice slice of apple pie for me and ... (looks at her husband) absolutely nothing for my husband, I suppose.
Mr. Berton: Good gracious! You're right, dear! Will you please bring me the bill, waiter?
Waiter: Certainly, sir.