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Jess I’m going on a road trip around America next summer!
Ben Really? What a 1 thing to do. I’m so 2!
Jess And I’m going with my grandmother!
Ben You’re 3! Your grandmother? 4 sounds like a 5!
Jess Not at all! She’s a famous photographer. She took photos of The Beatles when she was in her twenties. We’re going to write a blog about our trip and maybe even a book.
Ben That’s 6. Did you hear that I lost my phone last week with all of the photos from the school trip?
Jess Not the photos that we were going to upload to the school website? What a 7!
Ben Don’t worry, I found it eventually ...
Jess Phew! What a 8! Where was it?
Ben It was on the train. But I had to spend about two hours on the phone to the company trying to find it. Jess Two hours on the phone – how 9!
Ben Yeah, well it’s all ok now. Anyway good luck with your road trip. 10 exciting!

Заполните текст со словами из коробки. Мой дорогой папа, я очень рад, что я ... эта школа. Она сильно отличается от моей предыдущей школы. Но проблема в том, что я не сон. Вы спросите меня, почему. Я объясню, - потому что я читаю всю ночь напролет. Я не сделал .. классов в году, но ж читал так техника его подводит много. Я чувствую, у меня есть ... класс. Они обсуждают Робинзона Крузо, Qulliver или Оливер Твист, но я никогда не слышал о них. Я должен читать много, чтобы ... другие. Я не хочу выглядеть глупо. Кстати, не так часто ... школу, когда ты был мальчик? Как ты ... с классом? Пишите мне о ваших школьных дней С уважением, Ierisha Слова: отстанет, догонять, присутствовать, мисс.

Without bread there is no life. All of their hopes we associate with bread. Living in the city, we don't know about the difficulties faced by rural workers for cultivation and harvest. There is a saying: "Bread is a head". How to explain this value? This means; whoever you were, no matter how rich, without bread for nothing in the world will not survive. We are accustomed every day to see him at his Desk. And the bread is grown with such difficulty! Once went through a wheat field students. Was in a hurry. Thought to take a shortcut and so I went on the field. By the way, they met an old man, a local resident. He told them a story. "By the summer of 1942 the front was already far from us. All gone with the army to the front, in the village there were only old men, women and children. Eat from hand to mouth. All hope was on the wheat ripening in the field. And wheat this year was excellent. Although the front was already far, dogfights, we still could observe. And here one hot summer day, two "Messer" violently attacked our "Yak". The battle was fought over the village, which the Nazis burned during the retreat. All the villagers lived in mud huts. The aircraft fought for a long time. But here's one "Messer" began to smoke and flew away. It crashed in the center of Uzbekistan. The second vulture, frightened, flew away. Hawk was left alone. Suddenly from under him, the smoke. We were frightened: hawk knocked out?! Under it was a wide flat field is the most convenient place for landing. The pilot started to descend, but at the last moment saw on this field of green wheat. He abruptly leveled the plane and flew away over the field. There he finally landed, but as the place was not enough, under heavy braking the aircraft overturned. I was one of the first ran to the plane. The pilot was still alive. He asked us to lift the tail of the plane, so he could open the lid and crawl out. But our forces were too small. The pilot, realizing that all our efforts in vain, began to shout to us: "Go away from here, we will have a blast!" and as I remember his words: "save the Wheat!" We barely managed to run away as there was an explosion. It is because it was summer, scorching hot, no rain, and the pilot wanted to keep the bread, because many people in those years starving and on the front and in the rear." The old man finished his story. All stood in silence. Every thought of his, and on the whole thought about the wheat, which in the summer of 1942 the pilot was killed. Everyone in those years understood how important the bread, so the bread was cherished as the Apple of his eye. In our time the bread is valued less because it very much. And if everyone knew how hard it is to grow rural workers of the bread, then do not squander it. So let us preserve bread!