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Пять вопросы по английскому к тексту Ill never forget Easter of 1946. I was 14, my little sister Ocy was 12, and my elder sister Darlene was 16. We lived at home with our mother; our dad had died five years before, leaving Mom with three school kids to raise and no money. A month before Easter the pastor of our church asked everyone to save money and help a poor family. When we got home, we talked about what we could do. We decided to buy 50 pounds of potatoes and live on them for a month. When we thought that if we kept our electric lights turned out as much as possible and didnt listen to the radio, wed save money on that months electric bill. Darlene got as many house and yard cleaning jobs as possible, and both of us babysat for everyone we could. Every day we counted the money to see how much we had saved. At night wed sit in the dark and talk about how the poor family was going to enjoy having the money the church would give them. The day before Easter, Ocy and I walked to the grocery store and the manager gave us three $20 bills and one $10 bill for all our change. We had never had so much money before. We could hardly wait to get to church. When the pastor was taking money, Mom gave him a $10 bill, and each of us, kids, $20. As we walked home after church, we sang all the way. Later that afternoon the minister drove up in his car. Mom went to the door and then came back with an envelope in her hand. She opened the envelope and out fell a bunch of money. Therewerethree $20 bills, one $10 andseventeen $1 bills.
Перевести текст : some ways, it’s very nice to have a boyfriend, you know? Sometimes I think I must be the luckiest girl in the whole world. Think about it: I may not be pretty, but I am not ugly. I live in New York City, the coolest place on the planet; I’m a princess; I have a boyfriend! What more could a girl ask for? Oh, God. Who am I kidding????? This boyfriend of mine? I don’t even like him. Well, OK, it’s not that I don’t like him. But this boyfriend thing, I just don’t know. Kenny’s a nice enough guy, I mean, he is funny and not boring to be with, certainly. And he’s pretty cute, you know, in a tall, skinny sort of way. It’s just that when I see Kenny walking down the hall, my heart doesn’t start beating faster, the way girls’ hearts start beating faster in those teen romances my friend Tina is always reading. And when Kenny takes my hand, at the movies or whatever, it’s not like my hand gets hot in his, the way girls’ hands do in those books. And when he kisses me? Yeah, you know those fireworks people always talk about? OK, forget it. No fireworks. Nil. It’s funny because before I got a boyfriend I used to spend a lot of time trying to figure out how to get one and, once I got him, how I’d get him to kiss me. But now that I actually have a boyfriend, mostly all I do is try to figure out how to get out of kissing him. So I decided I have to tell him. Kenny, I mean. About how I really feel. That’s why my life is over. Because how do you say to somebody who wants to hold your hand in the movies that you don’t like him in that way? Especially when he’s already asked you out a bunch of times and you’ve gone. And you knew the whole time that he wasn’t asking you as a friend — he was asking you as a potential life mate. And now everybody considers us this big thing. You know? Now we’re Kenny-and-Mia. All I can say is, be careful what you wish for. It just might come true.
