Составить текст на языке . говорите о кошках как о самых любимых российских питомцах. используйте вопросы как план: 1. какие самые любимые животные в россии? 2. сколько кошек живет в россии? 3. как долго живут кошки? 4. какого цвета и размера кошки? 5. что они едят? 6. какие самые
распространенные названия кошек в россии? 7. почему любят кошек? (ваше мнение)

I 1)am thinking (think ) about visiting Jane this afternoon.

I would it bother. I 2)(think) she is away on holiday.

Mr Jones 3) (has) a telephone message from his wife.

Can it wait?

He 4) (is having ) a business meeting and I don't want to disturb him.

The police 5) (are still looking) for fingerprints left in the room.

It 6) ...(looks) as if they won't find the criminal.

I 7) (love ) breathing in clean, country air. - So do I.

I ( 8) (love ) every minute of this walking trip.

I ( 9) ( see ). That's why you're wearing a suit and tie.

I(10) (am seeing) my boss about a pay rise this afternoon.

With the first day of spring, when the awakening earth puts on its garment of green, and the warm, fragrant air fans our faces and fills our lungs and appears even to penetrate to our hearts, we experience a vague, undefined longing for freedom, for happiness, a desire to run, to wander aimlessly, to breathe in the spring. The previous winter having been unusually severe, this spring feeling was like a form of intoxication in May, as if there were an overabundant supply of sap.

One morning on waking I saw from my window the blue sky glowing in the sun above the neighbouring houses. The canaries hanging in the windows were singing loudly, and so were the servants on every floor; a cheerful noise rose up from the streets, and I went out, my spirits as bright as the day, to go—I did not exactly know where. Everybody I met seemed to be smiling; an air of happiness appeared to pervade everything in the warm light of returning spring. One might almost have said that a breeze of love was blowing through the city, and the sight of the young women whom I saw in the streets in their morning toilets, in the depths of whose eyes there lurked a hidden tenderness, and who walked with languid grace, filled my heart with agitation.