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Хех, ну держи: a quater (треть=пятнадцать) past eight; еighteen past nine; fourteen to eleven; two to thirteen; five past eleven; a quater (без пятнадцати) to four; a quater past five; twenty past eighteen; twenty two past six. В конце каждого добавь o'clock - это означает время. То есть quater to four o'clock, например. Quater можно употреблять лишь, когда или осталось ровно 15 минут. А половина, 13:30, например, будет a half past thirteen. Удачи!:D

Different people have different kinds of hobbies. Some people like to knit. Some people are fond of collecting something. Some of them collect old coins, others collect stamps or post-cards. As for me, my hobby is collecting stamps. Now I have 2 albums full of stamps.I like to sit at the table in the evening and arrange new stamps in the albums or just look though the rest stamps. Stamps have their own stories. Some stamps tell us about countries and people. Others about kings and queens. On the stamps I see people, birds and animals which I have never seen before. My hobby is not only wonderful but it is also very useful for me. My parents also have hobbies. My mum is fond of doing housework. Her favourite housework is ironing.  She hates dirt and so she loves to do housework. She collects shoes made in different countries. There are about five pairs of shoes, running shoes and other footwear. My father’s hobby is collecting suits. All his suits are of different colour. He's got a white suit, a black one, a blue suit and so on. His wardrobe is full of suits. My granny is fond of gardening. She likes to grow flowers and fruit bushes and trees. She has many seeds of exotic flowers. So as you can see there are a lot of things to do in your free time.
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Winter Morning

Snow, frost and sunshine... Lovely morning!
Yet you, dear love, its magic scorning,
Are still in bed... Awake, my sweet!..
Cast sleep away, I beg, and, rising,
Yourself a northern star, the blazing
Aurora, northern beauty, meet.

A mellow glow like that of amber
Illumes the room... ’tis good to linger
Beside the gaily crackling stove,
And think and dream... But let our honest
Brown mare without delay be harnessed
That we may take a sledge ride, love.

We’ll give three reins to her, and lightly,
The snow of morning gleaming brightly,
Skim over it, and full of glee,
Cross empty fields and empty meadows,
A once green wood with trees like shadows,
A stream and bank long dear to me.

ˈwɪntə ˈmɔːnɪŋ

snəʊ, frɒst ænd ˈsʌnʃaɪn... ˈlʌvli ˈmɔːnɪŋ!
jɛt juː, dɪə lʌv, ɪts ˈmæʤɪk ˈskɔːnɪŋ,
ɑː stɪl ɪn bɛd... əˈweɪk, maɪ swiːt!..
kɑːst sliːp əˈweɪ, aɪ bɛg, ænd, ˈraɪzɪŋ,
jɔːˈsɛlf ə ˈnɔːðən stɑː, ðə ˈbleɪzɪŋ
ɔːˈrɔːrə, ˈnɔːðən ˈbjuːti, miːt.

ə ˈmɛləʊ gləʊ laɪk ðæt ɒv ˈæmbə
ɪˈluːmz ðə ruːm... tɪz gʊd tuː ˈlɪŋgə
bɪˈsaɪd ðə ˈgeɪli ˈkræklɪŋ stəʊv,
ænd θɪŋk ænd driːm... bʌt lɛt ˈaʊər ˈɒnɪst
braʊn meə wɪˈðaʊt dɪˈleɪ biː ˈhɑːnɪst
ðæt wiː meɪ teɪk ə slɛʤ raɪd, lʌv.

wiːl gɪv θriː reɪnz tuː hɜː, ænd ˈlaɪtli,
ðə snəʊ ɒv ˈmɔːnɪŋ ˈgliːmɪŋ ˈbraɪtli,
skɪm ˈəʊvər ɪt, ænd fʊl ɒv gliː,
krɒs ˈɛmpti fiːldz ænd ˈɛmpti ˈmɛdəʊz,
ə wʌns griːn wʊd wɪð triːz laɪk ˈʃædəʊz,
ə striːm ænd bæŋk lɒŋ dɪə tuː miː.