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It was a rainy day. I was upset, because I had a headache. In school I got bad marks. Got home, took a nap and overslept my English extra classes. Mum came down on me, so the evening got completely grey. Found myself standing on the balcony listening to the soundtrack of Sala Samobójców on my headphones, depressed. The rain grew into a dreadful torrents. I sight and thought about my grandpa, who had just passed away half a year ago. He was always in high spirits ready to cheer me up. "Brace yourself, you gloomy poo", - I said to myself and went on to do my homework.

Do you study at school? Yes, I do. No, I don't.

Is she my friend? Yes, she does. No, she doesn't .

Does she my mother prepare dinner? Yes, she does. No, she doesn't.

Do My parents visit Sochi every year?Yes, they do. No,they don't.

Am I student? Yes, I am. No, I am not.

Am I reading at the moment. Yes, I am. No, I am not.

Is my brother washing his car now? Yes, he is. No, he isn't.

Is my son eating an apple at the moment? Yes, he is. No, he isn't.

Are we dancing at the moment? Yes, we are. No, we aren't.

Is Bob playing computer games now? Yes, he is. No, he isn't.