Напиши 12-15 предложений на английском о Гэстсби ПО ТЕКСТУ. не забудь указазать его статус, то, что он одинокий, щедрый И так далее) I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby's house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not invited - they just went there. Sometimes they came and went without meeting Gatsby at all. When I arrived, the of music and laught Gatsby, but nobody lo was already full look for KAS. Finally I found a familiar lac Baker, a friend of Daisy's. She to a group of guests who I didn't know 'Have you been to Gatsby's parties before? Jordan asked the girl beside her. "The last one was the one I met you at,' answered the girl, in a confident voice. When I was here last, I tore my dress on a chair, said another girl, 'and he took my name and address - and I got a package from Croirier's with a new evening dress in it. It cost two hundred and sixty-five dollars!' There's something funny about a guy that'll do a thing like that, said the other girl. He doesn't want any trouble with ANYbody.* 'Who doesn't?" I asked. 'Gatsby. Somebody told me Everyone leaned forward to listen. "Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once.' *Well I heard he was a German spy during the war.' One of the men nodded. I heard that from a man who grew up with him in Germany,' he said. We all turned and looked around for Gatsby. But he wasn't there. After supper Jordan and I went to look for Gatsby inside the house. In the library a fat, middle-aged man, with enormous glasses, was sitting at a huge table, staring at the shelves of books. He was a little drunk. "What do you think?' he asked us, excited. 'About what?' He waved his hand at the book-shelves. "About that, They're real." The books?" He nodded I thought they were just for show. But they have pages and everything.'We went back into the & on was high in the sky. A famous ope Italian, some actors played a fun then a jazz. band started playing. Peopi: dancing now. Champagne was being served u huge glasses and the air was full of conversation and laughter. We sat at a table with a man of about my age and a little girl who giggled every time someone spoke. The man looked at me and smiled. "I know your face,' he said, politely, 'Weren't you in the Third Division during the war?" "Why, yes. I was in the Ninth Battalion.' I was in the Seventh Infantry. I knew I'd seen you somewhere before.' We talked for a moment about some wet, grey little villages in France. 'Having a nice time now? Jordan asked me. *Much better.' I turned again to my new acquaintance. This is an unusual party for me. I haven't even seen the host. He sent over his chauffeur with an invitation - and I only live next door!' For a moment he looked at me as if he didn't understand. Ti Gatsby,' he said suddenly. 1 thought you knew. I'm afraid I'm not a very good host.* He smiled again. It was a smile that you might come across maybe four or five times in yourlife - a smile that understood y wanted to be understood. It made a immediately. Gatsby left us to answer a phone call from Chicago. I told Jordan that I had expected Gatsby to be different - older, fatter, red-faced "Who is he? Do you know?' I asked Jordan. Hes just a man named Gatsby ... she answered coolly. 'Where is he from, I mean? And what does he do?' I asked her again. *Well, he told me once he was an Oxford man. I don't believe it, though.' There was something very mysterious about Gatsby's story - how had someone so young appeared from nowhere and bought such a grand house in West Egg? I suddenly noticed Gatsby again - he was standing alone on the steps, smiling at the lively scene below him. Looking at his tidy hair and his smooth, tanned skin it was difficult to see anything suspicious about him. A band started playing and people started singing. Girls rested their heads on their partners' shoulders. But no one rested their head on Gatsby's shoulder.