Написать вопросы к предложениям 1. Andrew watches some educational programmes in English.
2. This team plays like a champion.
3. Parson catches the ball and passes to Roberts.
4. The seminar finishes at 12:00.
5. Emma dreams at the lesson.
6. Ivan leaves school next year.
7. Ann brushes her hair in front of the mirror.
8. He grabs his bag and rushes to the bus stop.
9. She often forgets her lunchbox at home.
10. My group mates say that I dress fashionably.

Fantasy world-what is it?
For me this is the world in which they live elves and medical fairies.In this world there is no evil?only good.I 'd  like to see the world though the corner of my eye.Because it is so interesting!Adult fairies are working,doing good to people,and learn a little.After all,they are little fairies almost never can conjure.The elves live in trees and also help.Elves are like fairies,only they command the elements.Elves are very beautiful.They wear green jackets and black pants.They have funny pointed ears.Fairies wear cheerful dresses with floral pattern.Perhaps the elves and fairies live in our world,so if the good work,doing good deeds,you can see them in our lives. 

Last year I had a fight with my wife. She said that I was spending too much money on books. I realized that she was right, and promised that I would no longer do this anymore. However, when I went to work, I saw a very interesting book in the kiosk. I haven’t bought anything this week, "I thought," If I write on this book: "For participating in an amateur play," my wife will not say anything. "

- So you participated in the performance, - the wife was surprised, - Why did I not see you?

“I had a balcony for Romeo and Juliet on my shoulders,” I replied.

In the next book I wrote: "With love and best wishes, your loving uncle Ted."

- What kind of uncle? , asked his wife, - Why am I not acquainted with him?

“Poor dear uncle,” I replied, “He has been giving me books since I learned to read.” He has been living in London for twenty years, and he has never left because of his health.

Then various writers began to give me their books out of love and respect for me. Once I came home with a book that Zola gave me. The wife was standing in front of the mirror - she was wearing a new dress.

- Did you buy a dress? - I asked.

“No,” she replied, “your friend gave it to me.”

- What friend? - I shouted.

- The one who gave you so many books - Charles Dickins.

Now it became clear why lately we had such bad lunches.