USE OF ENGLISH exam task Complete the text with the correct word: A, B or C.
My name is Nicole and I live in Waterford
the Republic of Ireland. I love Waterford - ?
a beautiful city. It's on a river and also only ten kilometres
from the sea. In the summer, 1
to the
beach with my friends every weekend.
Every Saturday, Waterford has a market in the centre of
the city. You can buy food there. I often go to the market
and look around, but I
usually buy a
lot. A group of Amish people live in a community near
Waterford. They
bread, jam and other
types of food and sell it at the market. They look different
hair and clothes are very old-fashioned
- but when you talk to them,
really
friendly. You can't talk to them about TV programmes or
computer games, of course, because they don't watch TV
or
computers!
1 A at B from C in
2 A it B it's C is
3 A come В go C visit
4 A am not B don't C isn't
5 A do B make C give
6 A there B they're C their
7 A they're B there C their
8 A do B make B go С use​

anna akhmatova - was the pen name of anna andreevna gorenko, the leader and the heart and soul of st petersburg tradition of russian poetry in the course of half a century.

akhmatova's work ranges from short lyric poems to universalized, ingeniously structured cycles, such as requiem (1935-40), her tragic masterpiece on the stalinist terror. her work addresses a variety of themes including time and memory, the fate of creative women, and the difficulties of living and writing in the shadow of stalinism.

early life

akhmatova was born in bolshoy fontan near odessa. her childhood does not appear to have been happy; her parents separated in 1905. she was educated in kiev, tsarskoe selo, and the smolny institute of st petersburg. anna started writing poetry at the age of 11, inspired by her favourite poets: racine, pushkin, and baratynsky. as her father did not want to see any verses printed under his "respectable" name, she had to adopt the surname of one of her tatar ancestors as a pseudonym.

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.