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В зоопарк нужно доствить обитателя Антарктиды. Это животное не кормит своих детенышей молоком. В чем лучше перевозить это животное?
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carolina - 6 лет назад
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В ящике надо перевозить
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bernardholden - 6 лет назад
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MAKE THE STORY COMPLETE.USE THE APPROPRIATE FORMS OF THE WORDS ON THE RIGHT.
Once upon a time there lived King Midas who loved gold more than anything else in the world. Midas(1spend) days and nights counting the pieces of gold he (2collect). One day when he (3count) his money, astranger entered his house. Midas, said the stranger,you(4save) so mush money.You may be the(5rich) man in the country.Are you happy now.
No, answered Midas .I never (6be) happy until everything that i touch(7become) gold
You shall have what you wish ,promised the stranger
Eveyone(8know) the end of this story:from that moment on Midas could neithereat or drink because all that he touched immdeately (9turn) into gold-
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ПЕРЕВЕДИТЕ ПОЖАЛУЙСТА ЕСЛИ ЗНАЕТЕ АНГЛИЙСКИЙ (ЗАРАНЕЕ СПАСИБО)
THE PRINCE CONSORT I had known her for some considerable time before I came to know him.
Most of their acquaintance were in the same case; for to know him was among the less noticeable and the less immediate results of knowing her. You might go to the house three or four times and not happen upon him. He was there always, but he did not attract attention. You joined Mrs Clinton's circle, or, if she were in a confidential mood, you sat with her on the sofa. Her daughter, Muriel, would talk to you about "Mamma's books", while Mrs. Clinton declared that, do what she would, she could not prevent the darling from reading them. Perhaps, when you had paid balf-a-dozen visits, Mr. Clinton would cross your path. He was very polite, active for your comfort, ready to carry out his wife's directions, determined to be useful. Mrs Clinton recognised his virtues. She called him an "old dear", with a fond pitying smile on her lips, and would tell you, with an arch glance and the slightest of shrugs, that "he wrote too".
If you asked what he wrote, she said that it was "something musty", but it kept him happy, and that he never minded being interrupted, or even having nowhere to write, because Muriel's dancing lesson occupied the dining-room, "and I really couldn't have him in my study. One must be alone to work, mustn't one?" She couldn't be blamed for holding her work above his, there was nothing at all to show for his; whereas hers not only brought her a measure of fame, as fame is counted, but also doubled the moderate private income on which they had started housekeeping - and writing-thirteen or fourteen years
before. Mr. Clinton accepted his inferiority with an acquiescence that almost eagerness. He threw himself into the task of helping his wife, not of course in the writing, but by relieving her of family and social cares. He walked with Muriel, and was sent to parties when his wife was too busy to come.
I liked Clinton and I do not mean by that that I disliked Mrs. Clinton. Indeed I admired her very much, and her husband's position in the household seemed just as natural to me as it did to himself and to everybody else. Young Gregory Dulcet, who is a poet and a handsome impudent young dog, was felt by us all to have put the matter in a shape that was at once true to regard to our
host, and pretty in regard to our hostess, when he referred, apparently in a casual way, to Mr. Clinton as "the Prince Consort". Mrs. Clinton laughed and blushed; Muriel clapped her hands and ran off to tell her father. She came back saying that he was very pleased with the name, and I believe that very possibly he really was. Anyhow, young Dulcet was immensely pleased with it; he repeated it, and it "caught on". I heard Mrs. Clinton herself, with a half-daring, half-modest air, use it more than once. Thus Mrs. Clinton was led to believe herself great.
Thus Mr. Clinton passed the days of an obscure useful life, helping his wife, using the dining-room when dancing lessons did not interfere, and enjoying the luxury of the study in the small hours of the morning. And Mrs. Clinton grew more and more pitiful to him; and Muriel more and more patronising; and the world more and more and more forgetful. And then, one fine morning, as I was going to my office, the Prince Consort overtook me. He was walking fast, and he carried a large, untidy, brown-paper parcel. I quickened my pace to keep up with his.-
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а )лыжнеке были в походе 7 дней . каждый день они шли по 6 ч со скоростью 9км/ч. сколько км прошли лыжники
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