Раздача (на этот раз их не 5 и не 10 : ) внимание! список состоит из 25 различных слов, если вам в лом писать все это, уходите. напишите по : 1.комната 2.деньги 3.картина 4.дом 5.дождь 6.солнце 7.погода 8.страна 9.столица 10.город 11.школа 12.конфета 13.мышь 14.дверь 15.зима 16.весна 17.облачно 18.лето 19.понедельник 20.май 21.март 22.друг 23.любовь 24.чай 25.кофе

Room. Money. Painting (от слова paint - рисовать). House. Rain. Sun. Weather. Country. City (town). School. Sweet. Mouse. Door. Winter. Spring. Cloudy. Summer. Monday. May. March. Friend. Love. Tea. Coffee.

1.room 2.money 3.picture 4.house 5.rain 6.sun 7.weather 8.country 9.capital 10.city 11.school 12.candy 13.mouse 14.door 15.winter 16.spring 17.cloudy 18.summer 19.monday 20.may 21.march 22.friend 23.love 24.tea 25.coffee

Вас! ) и вам) перевод стиха на язык:           the clouds are gray, gloomy, rain is not far off.  autumn.  bare ground fog zavoloka. that is my only weapon of satiety, the only weapon to keep warm, sporting, strigunka catches in the steppe strigunok.  no grass, no tulips.  and everywhere was quiet sonorous hubbub of children, young guys laughing.  and the trees, like the poor old men, standing bare, bereft of their leaves.  the skin of a bull, a sheep in a tub tan. repairing old coats and quilted robe.  moloduha patch leaky tent, and the old woman for weeks suchat thread.  shoals stretched south cranes.  caravans of camels passed under them, and in the villages - gloom and silence.  laughter is a funny game remained away: winds, becoming colder, chill hurts and old people and children.  dogs catch hungry mice field is not found, as it did, scraps, bones, wind raises dust - over the steppe black.  autumn, damp.  but it has opened, - bad habits - can not kindle the fire.  our yurts are now uncomfortably dark.

The clouds are gray, gloomy, rain is not far off. autumn. bare ground fog zavoloka. that is my only weapon of satiety, the only weapon to keep warm, sporting, strigunka catches in the steppe strigunok. no grass, no tulips. and everywhere was quiet voiced hubbub of children, young guys laughing. and the trees, like the poor old men, are the bare, bereft of their leaves. the skin of a bull, a sheep in a tub tan. repairing old coats and quilted robe. moloduha patch leaky tent, and the old woman for weeks suchat thread. shoals stretched south cranes. caravans of camels passed under them, and in the villages - gloom and silence. laughter fun games were away: winds, becoming colder, chill hurts and old people and children. dogs catch hungry mice field, unable to find, as it did, scraps, bones, wind raises dust - over the steppe black. autumn, damp. but already opened - bad habits - can not kindle the fire. our yurts are now uncomfortably dark.