Прочитай приведённый ниже текст. Преобразуй слова, написанные заглавными буквами в скобках, обозначенных номерами 20–28, так, чтобы они грамматически соответствовали содержанию…
Прочитай приведённый ниже текст. Преобразуй слова, написанные заглавными буквами в скобках, обозначенных номерами 20–28, так, чтобы они грамматически соответствовали содержанию текста. Заполни пропуски полученными словами. Каждый пропуск соответствует отдельному заданию 20–28. My mom and I 20.___________ (MOVE) here to Seattle a month ago when she got married. From the top of the hill where we live, we can see a beautiful lake sparkling in the sunshine. When mom 21.___________ (ONE) saw the view, she touched my shoulder and said, "Isn't it beautiful? It is like living in a postcard." I nodded because I wanted Mom to be happy. She and I walked down to the beach and looked for seals, just the two of 22.___________ (WE). And when we saw one with his shining black eyes poke his nose out of the water, I felt great. But we don't spend much time alone any more, because there 23.___________ (BE) always my new relatives — stepdad and Beatrice, his daughter, — somewhere near. "I wish a kid of my age 24.___________ (LIVE) in the house next door now" I thought. If I made friends with someone, I 25.___________ (FEEL) less lonely in a new place. A car drove up, and Beatrice and I watched an old lady get out. She looked up at the house, adjusted 26.___________ (SHE) bright green and orange headscarf, and sighed. We sighed, too. No kids. The old lady waved to some 27.___________ (MAN), who were standing near the car. They nodded, reached inside, and pulled out something tall covered with a sheet. “What do you think it is?" Beatrice whispered. I thought it 28.___________ (CAN) be anything.
Вот преобразованные слова, которые соответствуют содержанию текста:
- moved
- once
- us
- are
- lived
- would feel
- her
- men
- can
Теперь текст с заполненными пропусками будет выглядеть так:
My mom and I moved here to Seattle a month ago when she got married. From the top of the hill where we live, we can see a beautiful lake sparkling in the sunshine. When mom once saw the view, she touched my shoulder and said, "Isn't it beautiful? It is like living in a postcard." I nodded because I wanted Mom to be happy. She and I walked down to the beach and looked for seals, just the two of us. And when we saw one with his shining black eyes poke his nose out of the water, I felt great.
But we don't spend much time alone any more, because there are always my new relatives — stepdad and Beatrice, his daughter, — somewhere near.
"I wish a kid of my age lived in the house next door now," I thought. If I made friends with someone, I would feel less lonely in a new place.
A car drove up, and Beatrice and I watched an old lady get out. She looked up at the house, adjusted her bright green and orange headscarf, and sighed.
We sighed, too. No kids. The old lady waved to some men, who were standing near the car. They nodded, reached inside, and pulled out something tall covered with a sheet.
“What do you think it is?" Beatrice whispered. I thought it can be anything.
