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Переведите текст(не через переводчик) margie even wrote about it that night in her diary.on the page headed may 17, 2157, shewrote, "today, tommy found a real book! " it was a very old book.margie's grandfather once said that when he was a little boy hisgrandfather told him that there was a time when all stories were printed on paper. they turned the pages, which were yellow and crinkly, and it was awfully funny to readwords that stood still instead of moving the way they were supposed to - on a screen, youknow.and then, when they turned back to the page before, it had the same words on it thatit had had when they read it the first time. "gee, " said tommy, "what a waste.when you're through with the book, you just throw itaway, i guess.our television screen must have had a million books on it and it's good forplenty more.i wouldn't throw it away." "same with mine, " said margie.she was eleven and hadn't seen as many telebooks astommy had.he was thirteen.she said, "where did you find it? " "in my house."he pointed without looking, because he was busy reading."in the attic.""what's it about? ""school." margie was scornful."school? what's there to write about school? i hate school." margie always hated school, but now she hated it more than ever.the mechanical teacherhad been giving her test after test in geography and she had been doing worse and worseuntil her mother had shaken her head sorrowfully and sent for the county inspector. he was a round little man with a red face and a whole box of tools with dials and wires.hesmiled at margie and gave her an apple, then took the teacher apart.margie had hopedhe wouldn't know how to put it together again, but he knew how all right, and, after an houror so, there it was again, large and black and ugly, with a big screen on which all thelessons were shown and the questions were asked.that wasn't so bad.the part margiehated most was the slot where she had to put homework and test papers.she always hadto write them out in a punch code they made her learn when she was six years old, and themechanical teacher calculated the mark in no time. the inspector had smiled after he was finished and patted margie's head.he said to hermother, "it's not the little girl's fault, mrs. jones.i think the geography sector was geared alittle too quick.those things happen sometimes.i've slowed it up to an average ten-yearlevel.actually, the over-all pattern of her progress is quite satisfactory."and he partedmargie's head again. margie was disappointed.she had been hoping they would take the teacher awayaltogether.they had once taken tommy's teacher away for nearly a month because thehistory sector had blanked out completely. so she said to tommy, "why would anyone write about school? " tommy looked at her with very superior eyes."because it's not our kind of school, stupid.this is the old kind of school that they had hundreds and hundreds of years ago."headded loftily, pronouncing the word carefully, "centuries ago." margie was hurt."well, i don't know what kind of school they had all that time ago."sheread the book over his shoulder for a while, then said, "anyway, they had a teacher." "sure they had a teacher, but it wasn't a regular teacher.it was a man.""a man? howcould a man be a teacher? ""well, he just told the boys and girls things and gave themhomework and asked them questions.""a man isn't smart enough.""sure he is.my fatherknows as much as my teacher.""he can't.a man can't know as much as a teacher.""heknows almost as much, i betcha.

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mirogall
Марджи даже писал об этом в ту ночь в своем дневнике. на странице во главе 17 мая 2157, shewrote, "сегодня, томми нашел настоящую книгу! " это была старая книга. марджи дед однажды сказал, что когда он был маленьким мальчиком hisgrandfather сказал ему, что было время, когда все рассказы были напечатаны на бумаге. они перелистывал страницы, которые были желтые и извивающихся, и это было ужасно смешно readwords, что стоял по-прежнему вместо того, чтобы двигаться так, как они должны были - на экране, вызнаете. и затем, когда они повернули назад к странице, если раньше она имела те же слова, что он имел, когда его читают в первый раз. - ну,вот, - сказал томми, - что отход. когда ты закончишь книгу, вы просто бросить itaway, я думаю. наш телевизионный экран, должно быть, был миллионов книг на нее, и она хорошо forplenty больше. я бы не стал его выбрасывать." "же с меня, - ответила марджи. ей было одиннадцать, и не видел, как многие telebooks astommy было. ему было тринадцать. она сказала : "откуда вы узнали это? " "в моем доме". он указал, не глядя, потому что он был занят чтением. "в мансарде.""о чем это? " "школа". марджи был презрительным. "школа? то, что там пишут про школу? я ненавижу школу." марджи всегда ненавидела школу, но теперь она ненавидела его больше, чем когда-либо. механические teacherhad давая ей тест за тестом по и делала все хуже и worseuntil ее мать покачала головой и скорбно послал округа, инспектор. он был круглый человечек с красным лицом и целый ящик с инструментами с циферблатами и проводов. hesmiled на марджи и дал ей яблоко, затем взял учитель apart. марджи была hopedhe не знаю, как это все соединить вместе снова, но он знал, насколько все в порядке, и, после houror так, и вот он опять появился, большие и черные и уродливые, с большим экраном, на котором все thelessons были показаны и сами задавали вопросы. что было не так уж плохо. часть margiehated большинство было гнездо, где она должна была положить и контрольных работ. она всегда должны были записывать их в удар, кода они заставили ее узнать, когда ей было шесть лет, и themechanical учитель рассчитывается знака нет времени. смотритель улыбнулся после того, как он был закончен, и похлопал марджи голову. он сказал, что на фото ее матери : "это не девочка виноват, миссис джонс. я думаю, что сектора была направлена alittle слишком быстро. такое случается иногда. я замедлился до среднем десять-yearlevel. на самом деле, все узор ее успехи вполне удовлетворительно". и он partedmargie голову снова. марджи была разочарована. она была надеясь, что они будут принимать учитель awayaltogether. они однажды сделал томми учитель вдали, почти на месяц, потому что сектора была очищена полностью. итак, она сказала томми, - зачем кому-то писать о школе? " томми посмотрел на нее с улучшенный глаза. "потому что это не нашего рода школа, stupid.this является старой доброй школы, которые у них были сотни и сотни лет назад." headded возвышенно, произнося слово " тщательно", - несколько веков назад". марджи была уязвлена. "ну, я не знаю, в какой школе они были все это время назад." sheread книги через плечо, а потом сказал : "во всяком случае, у них был учитель". "уверен, что у них был учитель, но это был не обычный учитель. это был человек." "человек? howcould человек быть учителем? " "ну, он просто сказал, мальчики и девочки вещи и дал themhomework и задавал им вопросы." "человек не умен." "уверен он. мой fatherknows как и мой учитель". "он не может. человек может не знать, как много в качестве учителя." "heknows почти столько же, я пари.
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Summer holidays give the longest rest from studying of the year that’s why i like them so much. in june i stayed at home and my parents were at work. but i was glad because at last i had time for myself. i read books, listened to music, watched films and visited my friend. i spend most days outdoors and got a nice sun tan. then i spent two weeks in the summer camp on the seaside. it was a real fun. i met a lot of new friends. every day we enjoyed something special - games, carnivals, competitions, performances. we went to the seaside twice a day. there we swam, bathed in the sun, played volleyball on the beach, made sculptures of sand. we had discos every night, but not too long. i guess, those were the most exciting weeks of the summer. it gave me bright impressions, lots of funny photos and some new friends. then my parents were on vacation and so they took me to my parent’s place in the village. it’s a very picturesque place with a forest and a river nearby. i was happy to see my grandmother and grandfather. i spent hot days on the riverbank. once we went hiking with my parents, made fire, gathered some berries. the summer forest is very beautiful. in the evening i usually helped in the garden. last month of the summer i was at home again, having rest from such an intensive rest! i did usual things and prepared for school. i like my summer holidays! read more:
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Переведите текст(не через переводчик) margie even wrote about it that night in her diary.on the page headed may 17, 2157, shewrote, "today, tommy found a real book! " it was a very old book.margie's grandfather once said that when he was a little boy hisgrandfather told him that there was a time when all stories were printed on paper. they turned the pages, which were yellow and crinkly, and it was awfully funny to readwords that stood still instead of moving the way they were supposed to - on a screen, youknow.and then, when they turned back to the page before, it had the same words on it thatit had had when they read it the first time. "gee, " said tommy, "what a waste.when you're through with the book, you just throw itaway, i guess.our television screen must have had a million books on it and it's good forplenty more.i wouldn't throw it away." "same with mine, " said margie.she was eleven and hadn't seen as many telebooks astommy had.he was thirteen.she said, "where did you find it? " "in my house."he pointed without looking, because he was busy reading."in the attic.""what's it about? ""school." margie was scornful."school? what's there to write about school? i hate school." margie always hated school, but now she hated it more than ever.the mechanical teacherhad been giving her test after test in geography and she had been doing worse and worseuntil her mother had shaken her head sorrowfully and sent for the county inspector. he was a round little man with a red face and a whole box of tools with dials and wires.hesmiled at margie and gave her an apple, then took the teacher apart.margie had hopedhe wouldn't know how to put it together again, but he knew how all right, and, after an houror so, there it was again, large and black and ugly, with a big screen on which all thelessons were shown and the questions were asked.that wasn't so bad.the part margiehated most was the slot where she had to put homework and test papers.she always hadto write them out in a punch code they made her learn when she was six years old, and themechanical teacher calculated the mark in no time. the inspector had smiled after he was finished and patted margie's head.he said to hermother, "it's not the little girl's fault, mrs. jones.i think the geography sector was geared alittle too quick.those things happen sometimes.i've slowed it up to an average ten-yearlevel.actually, the over-all pattern of her progress is quite satisfactory."and he partedmargie's head again. margie was disappointed.she had been hoping they would take the teacher awayaltogether.they had once taken tommy's teacher away for nearly a month because thehistory sector had blanked out completely. so she said to tommy, "why would anyone write about school? " tommy looked at her with very superior eyes."because it's not our kind of school, stupid.this is the old kind of school that they had hundreds and hundreds of years ago."headded loftily, pronouncing the word carefully, "centuries ago." margie was hurt."well, i don't know what kind of school they had all that time ago."sheread the book over his shoulder for a while, then said, "anyway, they had a teacher." "sure they had a teacher, but it wasn't a regular teacher.it was a man.""a man? howcould a man be a teacher? ""well, he just told the boys and girls things and gave themhomework and asked them questions.""a man isn't smart enough.""sure he is.my fatherknows as much as my teacher.""he can't.a man can't know as much as a teacher.""heknows almost as much, i betcha.
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