Open the brackets and complete the text. in 1725, a french ship, le chameau, (to strike) a rock in a stormy sea. a big hole (to cut) in the bottom of the ship and it (to go) down off the shore of nova scotia. on board the ship there (to be) 300, 000 gold and silver coins. for many years they (to lie) at the bottom of the deep sea. one summer alex storm and dave maceachern began (to dive) into the freezing waters off nova scotia. they had (to fight) big waves and strong currents. big sharks (to see) swimming around them. when the two friends (to get) out of the water, they (to be) blue with cold and (to shake.) on september 22, alex and dave (to be) ready to dive again. they didn’t expect anything (to find) this time. they (to be) down so many times before. “perhaps we ought (to give up), ” alex said. they (to dive) again and suddenly they (can) not believe their eyes. “look! we (to swim) over thousands of coins. they (to pile) row on row, ” dave said. the excited men (to pick) the coins up in their hands and went to the top.

In 1725, a French ship, Le Chameau, struck a rock in a stormy sea. A big hole cuted in the bottom of the ship and it went down off the shore of Nova Scotia. On board the ship there were 300,000 gold and silver coins.
For many years they lied at the bottom of the deep sea. One summer Alex Storm and Dave MacEachern began to dive the freezing waters off Nova Scotia. They had to fight big waves and strong currents. Big sharks saw  swimming around them. When the two friends got out of the water, they were blue with cold and shaked.
On September 22, Alex and Dave were ready to dive again. They didn’t expect anything to find this time. They were down so many times before. “Perhaps we ought to give up,” Alex said.
They dived again and suddenly they could not believe their eyes. “Look! We are swimming over thousands of coins. They pile row on row,” Dave said. The excited men to pick the coins up in their hands and went to the top.

In my free time I like to go the park to meet up with my friends. It is not far from our school so we go there after our classes. The park is a quiet place with lots of trees and there are benches there. We usually listen to music and dance there. Sometimes we go roller-skating there or just sit in the local cafe having milkshakes or ice-cream. I enjoy spending my time there, it is really relaxing.

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В свободное время я люблю ходить в парк, чтобы встретиться с друзьями. Он находится недалеко от нашей школы, поэтому мы ходим туда после уроков. Парк — тихое место с множеством деревьев и скамейками. Там мы обычно слушаем музыку и танцуем. Иногда мы катаемся на роликах или просто сидим в местном кафе. заказав молочные коктейли или мороженое. Мне нравится проводить там время, это действительно расслабляет.

Anna Akhmatova (June 23 [O.S. June 11] 1889 — March 5, 1966) was the pen name of Anna Andreevna Gorenko, the leader and the heart and soul of St Petersburg tradition of Russian poetry in the course of half a century.Akhmatova's work ranges from short lyric poems to universalized, ingeniously structured cycles, such as Requiem (1935-40), her tragic masterpiece on the Stalinist terror. Her work addresses a variety of themes including time and memory, the fate of creative women, and the difficulties of living and writing in the shadow of Stalinism.Early lifeAkhmatova was born in Bolshoy Fontan near Odessa. Her childhood does not appear to have been happy; her parents separated in 1905. She was educated in Kiev, Tsarskoe Selo, and the Smolny Institute of St Petersburg. Anna started writing poetry at the age of 11, inspired by her favourite poets: Racine, Pushkin, and Baratynsky. As her father did not want to see any verses printed under his "respectable" name, she had to adopt the surname of one of her Tatar ancestors as a pseudonym.Grey-Eyed King (1910)Hail to thee, o, inconsolate pain!
The young grey-eyed king has been yesterday slain.That autumnal evening was stuffy and red.
My husband, returning, had quietly said,"He'd left for his hunting; they carried him home;
They found him under the old oak's dome.I pity his queen. He, so young, passed away!...
During one night her black hair turned to grey."He picked up his pipe from the fireplace shelf,
And went off to work for the night by himself.Now my daughter I will wake up and rise --
And I will look in her little grey eyes...And murmuring poplars outside can be heard:
Your king is no longer here on this earth.