Who fed me from her gentle breast, and hushed me in her arms to rest, and on my cheek sweet kisses prest? my mother. when sleep forsook my open eye, who was it sung sweet hushaby, and rocked me that i should not cry? my mother. who sat and watched my infant head, when sleeping on my cradle bed, and tears of sweet affection shed? my mother. when pain and sickness made me cry, who gazed upon my heavy eye, and wept for fear that i should die? my mother. who dressed my doll in clothes so gay, and fondly taught me how to play, and minded all i had to say? my mother. who ran to help me when i fell, and would some pretty story tell, or kiss the place to make it well? my mother. who taught my infant lips to pray, and love god's holy book and day, and walk in wisdom's pleasant way? my mother. and can i ever cease to be affectionate and kind to thee, who was so very kind to me, my mother. ah no! the thought i cannot bear, and if god please my life to spare, i hope i shall reward thy care, my mother. when thou art feeble, old, and grey, my healthy arm shall be thy stay, and i will soothe thy pains away, my mother. and when i see thee hang thy head, 'twill be my turn to watch thy bed, and tears of sweet affection shed, my mother. for could our father in the skies look down with pleased or loving eyes, if ever i could dare despise my mother? перевести

Кто накормил меня от ее нежной груди,

И успокоил меня на руках, чтобы отдохнуть,

А на моей щеке сладкие поцелуи?

Моя мама.

Когда сон оставил мой открытый глаз,

Кто это пел, сладкая хашабы,

И потряс меня, что я не должен плакать?

Моя мама.

Кто сидел и смотрел на мою младенческую голову,

Когда вы спали на моей кровати колыбели,

И слезы сладкой привязанности?

Моя мама.

Когда боль и болезнь заставили меня плакать,

Кто смотрел на мой тяжелый глаз,

И плакал от страха, что я должен умереть?

Моя мама.

Кто одевал мою куклу в одежде, такой веселый,

И нежно научил меня играть,

И все, что я должен был сказать?

Моя мама.

Кто побежал, чтобы мне, когда я упал,

И расскажет ли какая-нибудь красивая история,

Или поцеловать место, чтобы сделать его хорошо?

Моя мама.

Кто научил мои детские губы молиться,

И любите святую книгу Бога и день,

И ходить в приятной манере мудрости?

Моя мама.

И могу ли я когда-либо перестать быть

Ласковый и добрый к тебе,

Кто был так добр ко мне,

Моя мама.

Ах нет! мысль, которую я не могу вынести,

И если Бог простит мою жизнь,

Надеюсь, я вознагражу вашу заботу,

Моя мама.

Когда ты слаб, старый и серый,

Моя здоровая рука будет вашим пребыванием,

И я успокою ваши страдания,

Моя мама.

И когда я вижу, что ты повесил голову,

«Поверь мне, чтобы посмотреть твою постель,

И слезы сладкой привязанности,

Моя мама.

Ибо мог Отец наш в небе

Посмотрите вниз с радостными или любящими глазами,

Если бы я мог осмелиться презирать

Моя мама?

As a child, each of us wants to become a cosmonaut, an ice-cream seller, an animal trainer or a chauffeur. Whenever we visit the zoo, we want to become zookeepers or vets. When we go to the circus, we imagine ourselves being animal trainers or acrobats. When we visit the amusement park, we want to become balloon sellers. However, when we grow up, our plans rapidly change. At the moment I'm in junior school student and my dream profession is an architect. My choice has been influenced by several factors. First of all, it’s the so-called family profession. My grandfather was also an architect and he seemed to like his profession very much. Secondly, my parents and teachers have noticed that I’m rather good at Maths, at drawing and modeling things. I really like inventing and constructing various objects, so this skill might help to succeed in my favourite profession. I know that it’s not easy to become a highly-demanded professional. But when I think of designing new buildings, I forget about the difficulties. In my opinion, being a good architect one should combine the following traits: creativity, rationality, theoretical knowledge, experience and constant development. The last condition is especially important, because when the architect stops learning about new construction techniques, his works become old-fashioned and uninteresting. Another advantage of this profession is its significance for the society. I’d be happy to work on useful projects, such as renewing the streets and districts of my city. If by some reason my favourite profession will remain only a dream for me, I’ll choose the profession of a vet. However, in my free time I will still draw or create some handmade constructions.

I  am at  the zoo.
We are from Russia.
My sister has got a doll.
My   brother  and  I  have got a nice dog.
The  dog likes to play with my toys.
My father  works at the bakery.
Look!  Larry is skating.
We are writing a test now.
There  are  two children in the classroom.
There   is  a banana  on the table.

Cделай предложения отрицательными и вопросительными:
Larry has got many friends. Larry hasn't got many friends. Has Larry got many friends?
2. Kate can   read very well. Kate can't   read very well. Cat Kate read vety well?
He is a driver. He isn't a driver. Is he a driver?