решить тест по английскому по теме:The American Thanksgiving Story.
1. Why did the pilgrims choose Plymouth?
2. How were they treated by the Native American Indians?
3. What did Squanto teach the pilgrims?
4. Why was November 29th proclaimed a day of Thanksgiving?
5. How do many people observe this day now?
6. Write something you are thankful for and why.

Here are four seasons in a year: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Every season is beautiful in its own way.

When spring comes nature awakens from its long winter sleep. The days become longer and the nights become shorter. The ground is covered with emeraldgreen grass and spring flowers. The air is fresh, the sky is blue and cloudless, and the sun shines brightly. The trees are in full blossom. The nightingale begins to sing its lovely songs, and sweet melodies may be heard from every wood and park. The days are warm and everything is full of life and joy.

Spring is followed by summer. The weather is usually fine in summer, but it can be very hot, especially in July. Sometimes there are storms with thunder and lightning. In summer people try to get away from the city noise and spend more time in the open air. They pick mushrooms and berries in the forest, swim in the rivers and lakes, go fishing and boating. Most people prefer to have their holidays in summer.

Autumn begins in September. The days become shorter and the nights become longer. The leaves turn yellow, red and brown and fall to the ground. Most birds fly away to warm countries. There's a short spell of dry sunny weather in September which is called Indian Summer. It's a beautiful time when the sky is cloudless, the trees around are golden, the air is transparent and it's still warm. But gradually it gets colder and colder. It often rains in October and November which makes autumn an unpleasant season.

In winter the sun sets early and rises late. The rivers and lakes are frozen over. Everything is covered with snow. Sometimes it's very cold, about 25-30 degrees below zero. Going out in such weather isn't very pleasant. Winter is a good time for sports. People go in for skating and skiing. Tobogganing is also popular, not as a kind of sports, but rather as fun.

As for me, I like all seasons, but I think there's nothing like late spring.

Everyone has a dream. Everyone looked in her emerald eyes, maybe the color of the ocean, or the ripe coffee. For each it is special, and so unique. We look at her every glance, breath, movement. She's the only one able to keep our whole world.

The dream is to be a part of our hearts, is to experience the many emotions and feelings, such that we feel that we live in. Sometimes we are drowning in her eyes, go straight into her arms, her Somsavat us, freeing us from the gray everyday life. That's when we believe that we will succeed that even an ordinary dream can become a reality. There is nothing impossible in a man who has a dream. She, like angel, is always with us, close in our heart, it never disappears even in the most difficult moments, when her trample underfoot, break her white wings that allow us flight.

Then we feel the warmth, the warm touch on our palms, which madly accelerated heartbeat, which is incredibly want to continue to live, to see what others, perhaps unable to see, to live those small miracles that make us smile, allowing us to be a little happier. When in your heart lives the dream, I'd like to share that warmth, the undisguised pleasure with others, such as you caring people, I want to change the world for the better, to make it more comfortable and lighter.

Sometimes a dream is all we have, all we are left with when the word go, when life knocks us down, it is the only vital and needed guidance to move forward in his heart. While the dream lives on with us, even written with a pen the tale can become a reality...