This is the story of Little Red Riding Hood. She’s got a red coat with a hood. She loves the coat. She wears it every day. She’s very happy today. It’s her birthday. Little Red Riding Hood’s father is a woodcutter. He works in the forest every day. A lot of animals live in the forest, and a wolf lives there too! Little Red Riding Hood’s mother says: "Grandmother is ill in bed. Go to her house. Take her some bread and jam. But be careful! A wolf lives in the forest!" "Yes, Mother," says Little Red Riding Hood. Little Red Riding Hood loves Grandmother. She is happy. She wants to see her
1) 1. Lary played soccer; 2. Lary doesn't watch films; 3. Lary visited a friend; 4. Lary doesn't paint a picture; 5. Lary doesn't listen to music
2) 1. Lulu doesn't play soccer; 2. Lulu watched films; 3. Lulu doesn't visit a friend; 4. Lulu painted a picture; 5. Lulu doesn't listen to music
3) 1. Paco doesn't play soccer; 2. Paco doesn't watch films; 3. Paco visited a friend; 4. Paco doesn't paint a picture; 5. Paco listened to music
4) 1. Maya doesn't play soccer; 2. Maya watched films; 3. Maya doesn't visit a friend; 4. Maya doesn't paint a picture; 5. Maya listened to music
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Школа-это одно из самых замечательных времен жизни человека. Воспоминания о ней остаются самыми светлыми. Иногда я смотрю на первоклашек, и мне так хочется вернуть время и вновь поступить в начальную школу, снова пережить радости и невзгоды учеников младших классов. Я очень люблю свою школу и, наверное, мне будет очень грустно расставаться с ней. Я думаю, когда мы вырастем, и у нас уже будут собственные семьи, мы с горестью будем вспоминать наши детские, беззаботные школьные годы, наш школьный дом, в котором было так тепло и уютно и наших одноклассников, которые стали для нас родными людьми.
The school is a vast world of knowledge. It spend most of the time, and students learn. How hard it was for the child who has come to the first class, his small little arms display every letter, every Tsiferki, and how easy it was to find a common language with their peers. The school is a big family, for each student, and, as in any family, and the school has its own parents - teachers. It was the first time they have taught us to write, to read, to comprehend the depth of knowledge. In school, we find real friends, gain knowledge and learn life. School gives us support, gives warmth and joy. Teachers devote our soul. The cozy atmosphere of the school betray the wall, on which are drawn children's fairy tales characters. The school runs many activities in which the children sing, dance, tell poems, put actor's performances. It is at such events every child can show their talents to others. Our school is surrounded by a beautiful, cozy park. At the school there is a basketball court, a variety of horizontal bars. The school is one of the most wonderful time of life. Memories of her are the lightest. Sometimes I look at the first-graders, and I'd love to go back in time and re-enroll in primary school, to relive the joys and hardships of students of junior classes. I love my school, and I guess I will be very sad to see her go. I think when we grow up, and we will have families of their own, with sorrow we will remember our childhood, carefree school years, our school house, which was so warm and cozy, and our classmates who have become family to us humans.