Зробіть будь ласка вправу с ійської мови (d, e)

hin every family a teenager has his or her duties, for example, washing up, cleaning the shoes, dusting and so on. probably, every person, and especially a teenager doesn't like doing household chores, nevertheless it is necessary to do. it disciplines a teenager and teaches him or her to keep everything tidy and clean.

in my opinion, children should help their parents around the house. helping their parents, they get used to an adult life, give their parents a chance to have some rest and do something pleasant.

let's have a look at positive aspects of doing household chores. firstly, in many families there is a special day when they do the cleaning and that's a good possibility for children to spend their time together with their parents which is so rare nowadays. it's not only a good chance to communicate but also to do something useful together. helping their parents, children can show how much they love them. besides they get some skills they can use in their adult life.

let's have a look what negative aspects it could have. firstly, the work around the house takes your personal time when you can have a rest and, for example, go out with your friends or watch a favourite serial. secondly, if you don't do your household chore you are likely to quarrel with your parents.

to summarise, any teenager should help around the house and be able to organise your day, so that to have enough time to go for a walk, to have some rest, to do homework and to help parents, of course. when a teenager helps his or her parents, both sides get favour.

Television  poem  by  roald    the  most  important  thing  we've  learned,  so  far  as  children  are  concerned,  is  never,  never,  never  let  them  near  your  television  set  —  or  better  still,  just  don't  install  the  idiotic  thing  at  all.   in  almost  every  house  we've  been,  we've  watched  them  gaping  at  the  screen.   they  loll  and  slop  and  lounge  about,  and  stare  until  their  eyes  pop  out.   (last  week  in  someone's  place  we  saw  a  dozen  eyeballs  on  the  floor.)   they  sit  and  stare  and  stare  and  sit  until  they're  hypnotised  by  it,  until  they're  absolutely  drunk  with  all  that  shocking  ghastly  junk.   oh  yes,  we  know  it  keeps  them  still,  they  don't  climb  out  the  window  sill,  they  never  fight  or  kick  or  punch,  they  leave  you  free  to  cook  the  lunch  and  wash  the  dishes  in  the  sink  —  but  did  you  ever  stop  to  think,  to  wonder  just  exactly  what  this  does  to  your  beloved  tot?   it  rots  the  sense  in  the  head!   it  kills  imagination  dead!   it  clogs  and  clutters  up  the  mind!   it  makes  a  child  so  dull  and  blind  he  can  no  longer  understand  a  fantasy,  a  fairyland!   his  brain  becomes  as  soft  as  cheese!   his  powers  of  thinking  rust  andfreeze!   he  cannot  think  —  he  only  sees!   'all  right! '   you'll  cry.   'all  right! '   you'll  say,  'but  if  we  take  the  set  away,  what  shall  we  do  to  entertain  our  darling  children?   please  explain! '   we'll  answer  this  by  asking  you,  'what  used  the  darling  ones  to  do?   'how  used  they  keep  themselvescontented  before  this  monster  was  invented? '   have  you  forgotten?   don't  you  know?   we'll  say  it  very  loud  and  slow:   they    used    to    read!   they'd  readand  read,  and  read  and  read,  and  then  proceed  to  read  some  more.   great  scott! gadzooks!   one  half  their  lives  was  reading  books!   the  nursery  shelves  held  books  galore!   books  cluttered  up  the  nursery  floor!   and  in  the  bedroom,  by  the  bed,  more  books  were  waiting  to  be  read!   such  wondrous,  fine,  fantastic  tales  of  dragons,  gypsies,  queens,  and  whales  and  treasure  isles,  and  distant  shores  where  smugglers  rowed  with  muffledoars,  and  pirates  wearing  purple  pants,  and  sailing  ships  and  elephants,  and  cannibals  crouching  'round  the  pot,  stirring  away  at  something  hot.   (it  smells  so  good,  what  can  it  be?   good  gracious,  it's  penelope.)   the  younger  ones  had  beatrix  potter  with  mr.  tod,  the  dirty  rotter,  and  squirrel  nutkin,  pigling  bland,  and  mrs.  tiggy-winkle  and-  just  how  the  camel  got  his  hump,  and  how  the  monkey  lost  his  rump,  and  mr.  toad,  and  bless  my  soul,  there's  mr.  rat  and  mr.  mole-  oh,  books,  what  books  they  used  to  know,  those  children  living  long  ago!   so  please,  oh  please,  we  beg,  we  pray,  go  throw  your  tv  set  away,  and  in  its  place  you  can  install  a  lovely  bookshelf  on  the  wall.   then  fill  the  shelves  with  lots  of  books,  ignoring  all  the  dirty  looks,  the  screams  and  yells,  the  bites  and  kicks,  and  children  hitting  you  with  sticks-  fear  not,  because  we  promise  you  that,  in  about  a  week  or  two  of  having  nothing  else  to  do,  they'll  now  begin  to  feel  the  need  of  having  something  to  read.   and  once  they  start  —  oh  boy,  oh  boy!   you  watch  the  slowly  growing  joy  that  fills  their  hearts.   they'll  grow  so  keen  they'll  wonder  what  they'd  ever  seen  in  that  ridiculous  machine,  that  nauseating,  foul,  unclean,  repulsive  television  screen!   and  later,  each  and  every  kid  will  love  you  more  for  what  you  did.