Прочти текст и кратко ответь на вопросы. larry's and lulu's toys larry and lulu have got a lot of different toys: big and small and of all colours. larry has got a toy soldier, a ball and a jack-in-the-box. lulu has got a pappet, a ballerina and a doll. larry's favourite toy is a toy soldier. it's got dark hair and brown eyes. where's the toy soldier ? it's on the shelf. lulu's favourite toy is a ballerina . it's got blue eyes , fair hair, a small nose, small ears and a pink mouth. it's very pretty. where's the ballerina ? it's in the toy box. 1.what toys has larry got ? a toy soldier , a ball and a jack-in-the-box. 2.what's his favourite toy ? 3.what toys has lulu got ? 4.what's her favourite toy? 5.where's the toy soldier ? 6.where's the ballerina ? 7.what toy has chuckles got ? 8.what toys have you got ? 9.what's your favourite toy? 10.where is it ?

2. a toy solider
3.a ballerina,a doll,a puppet
4. a ballerina
5. on the shelf
6.in the toy box
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8. напиши про свои игрушки
9. какая из них твоя любимая
10. Где она

The name of Margarita has given you an appreciation for many beautiful and refined aspects of life--music and art, literature, drama--and the outdoors, where you find much peace and relaxation, but it creates a far too sensitive nature. You sense and feel much that you do not understand, and sometimes you are alarmed at your thoughts and wonder about their origin. You rarely experience the tranquility that comes with stability of thinking or emotional control. At times, you are very inspired, desiring to be with people and to entertain others as the "life of the party," while at other times you are aloof and choose to remove yourself entirely from association. You crave understanding and affection but your intensity of desire and your self-consciousness prevent you from finding the happiness you desire. You have suffered many disappointments and misunderstandings because of your inability to express your inner thoughts. You could experience sensitivity in the heart, lungs, or bronchial organs, causing tuberculosis, asthma, or depletion of your energies.

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