Exercise 2. complete the sentences with verb prefixes dis-, mis-, re-, over-. we read the map wrongly and ended up to the same place. i think i judged laura. she's actually really nice. my mobile phone's dead. i need to charge the battery. it can take several weeks to cover from flu. i always hated it when my classmates behaved. our dog was treated by it's previous owner. it's easier to come problems if you share them. i heard an interesting conversation on the bus today.

1. returning
2. misjudged
3. recharge
4. recover
5. misbehaved
6. mistreated
7. overcome
8. overheard 

We read the map wrongly and ended up returning to the same place.
I think I misjudged Laura. She's actually really nice.
My mobile phone's dead. I need to recharge the battery.
It can take several weeks to recover from flu.
I always hated it when my classmates misbehaved.
Our dog was mistreated by it's previous owner.
It's easier to overcome problems if you share them.
I overheard an interesting conversation on the bus today.

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.