4. переведите на язык (1-8) 1. у него много книг. 2. на улице немного снега. 3. в саду так много цветов. 4. в этой комнате слишком мало света. 5. у нее много детей. 6. у них мало времени. 7. в этом парке мало старых деревьев. 8. на катке сейчас много детей.

1he had got many books.
2there is a little snow in the street.
3there are too(so)many flowers in the garden.
4there is little light in this room.
5 she had got many children.
6they have got little time.
7there are very few old trees in this park.
8there are a lot of children in the skating-rink now.

My future summer holiday I want to relax from my school and that is why I decided to spend my holidays in the country with my grandparents.This is the most suitable place where I can rest by my own.I love nature,animals and flowers and this will be the great pleasure to visit my grandparents.I know that there is a lake nearby,so I can go swimming every day!Also I can go camping with some local children and make new friends.In the evenings I'm going to take photos of beautiful sky and nature.of course we can have some parties where people have fun and enjoy their lives.I think that my holidays are going to be interesting and lovely.

I was five when my parents gave me a funny soft toy – shaggy, bright yellow with red spots, puppy. He always lay my pillows, spreading her long, plush ears.

Buddy became my best friend, someone I trusted their children's secrets and grudges. When I was doing lessons, he stared right at me with her intelligent eyes-buttons and gleamed black, rough nose in the light of a Desk lamp. I changed the puppy collars of variegated, satin tapes, knitted bows on the soft ears and mokala into the plastic nose.

School time a little alienated us from each other. I grew up and was ashamed of her feelings for Teddy the dog. One day my friends came to visit me. They began to laugh at my old, sometimes shabby, puppy. In the hearts I put it in the closet, a bunch of junk.

In the evening, lay down to sleep, I suddenly felt like I was missing my good friend. I dropped into a dark closet and turned on a dim light bulb. My favorite toy was lying on a dusty shelf, sadly covering his long ears faded buttons eyes. From excess, suddenly surging feelings I burst into tears, grabbed the puppy and close to your chest, lay down with him under the blanket. I whispered in the ear a shabby sweet words and stroked Teddy back. And he, of course, forgive me, this toy puppy.

In the morning, seeing the pillow touching, with ginger muzzle, habitually flattened ears, I realized this because, by learning to admit our mistakes, we grow up and become real.