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Приклад запитання: How do you___________ "bread" in Ukrainian?

Приклад запитання: I need to ___ up with an idea for a science experiment.

Приклад запитання: 1.He ____ does his best shall win.

Приклад запитання: The most important/famous actor or actress in a film

Приклад запитання: There are ... in the USA

Приклад запитання: One day you will have to _____ the consequences of your behaviour towards her and nobody will support you.

Приклад запитання: By the middle of the second day I know I’m in trouble. In front of me the land stretches up and away towards a distant hill, and into the space, between that summit and me, is crowded one of the most vivid concentrations of colour I have ever seen. It starts with the trees. The wet season is only a few weeks off and, almost as if they can smell the coming rains, they have put out their leaves. They are no ordinary green and the dry grasses beneath them are ablaze with golds, browns and reds. I want to recreate this scene with watercolours. Although I can make a try at it with words, trying to paint it in my sketch book is another matter altogether. I’ve already made one attempt: a series of zigzags in orange and red, with bluish trees placed across them, which now lies face down in the grass beside me.I’ve put it there because the last thing I want right now is for someone else to come along and look at it. A young man called Royale walks up the hill. Royale is a sculptor, and, with several other local men, produces pieces of work in the local stone. Recently, and quite suddenly, this work, and that of several other local cooperatives, has acquired an international reputation. I certainly don’t want a man capable of such things looking at my own awful brush-strokes. So I put my foot, as casually as I can, on the finished painting beside me and we resume the conversation started earlier in the day. I want to talk to Royale about his life here, line 38 He, however, is only interested in what I am up to. To begin with, it seems that he considers me a fellow artist, and for a moment I find myself staring into the depths of embarrassment. But when he asks me, ‘What is painting like?’ I realise that this professional artist has never painted anything in his life before. He just wants a go with my colours. When I signed up for this holiday, I was hoping for an experience like the one I had had four years earlier in Wales. That was my first painting holiday, and I loved it. Two things made it great. First was the teacher, a man called Robin, who showed me that what is important about drawing and painting is not the finished article but the process of completing it.The second element of that week was the place. I grew up in places like that, and I connected with it immediately. But it was stupid of me to think that I could reproduce the experience down here, deep in the Southern Hemisphere. Zimbabwe is not a part of me, nor I of it.Trying to draw it for the first time, from a standing start, is like trying to start a conversation in Swahili.There were compensations. The holiday was wonderfully organised by a friend of mine - Susan Scott-Thomas. Admittedly, there are some rather large differences between us - she’s extremely wealthy and she inherited a farm in Africa when she was in her mid-twenties, and instead of taking the easy option of becoming a solicitor and staying in London, she came out to reclaim the land and rebuild the decaying farmhouse. In the process, she learnt how to lay foundations and make clay bricks. All of which she did while I was just about mastering making sauce for pasta. Even my disastrous painting didn’t detract from enjoying the holiday. Painting really forces you to look at things, to consider their shape and colour. And even if it is line 85 a disaster, that process of looking and thinking and transferring those thoughts into movements of your hand leaves an imprint of what you have seen. By the end of the week I have still not produced anything to hang on my walls, although there is a drawing of a local schoolboy of which I am rather fond, not because it is much good, but because it was so challenging to do.1.What is the problem the writer has at the beginning of her holiday? 

Приклад запитання: Anna's just ... at her desk to start the day at TTT

Приклад запитання: Water _____ at 100 degrees Centigrade.

Приклад запитання: We _____ to the top of Holborn Hill before I _____ that he was not smiling at all.

Приклад запитання: The lift stopped.....the third floor.

Приклад запитання: By the middle of the second day I know I’m in trouble. In front of me the land stretches up and away towards a distant hill, and into the space, between that summit and me, is crowded one of the most vivid concentrations of colour I have ever seen. It starts with the trees. The wet season is only a few weeks off and, almost as if they can smell the coming rains, they have put out their leaves. They are no ordinary green and the dry grasses beneath them are ablaze with golds, browns and reds. I want to recreate this scene with watercolours. Although I can make a try at it with words, trying to paint it in my sketch book is another matter altogether. I’ve already made one attempt: a series of zigzags in orange and red, with bluish trees placed across them, which now lies face down in the grass beside me.I’ve put it there because the last thing I want right now is for someone else to come along and look at it. A young man called Royale walks up the hill. Royale is a sculptor, and, with several other local men, produces pieces of work in the local stone. Recently, and quite suddenly, this work, and that of several other local cooperatives, has acquired an international reputation. I certainly don’t want a man capable of such things looking at my own awful brush-strokes. So I put my foot, as casually as I can, on the finished painting beside me and we resume the conversation started earlier in the day. I want to talk to Royale about his life here, line 38 He, however, is only interested in what I am up to. To begin with, it seems that he considers me a fellow artist, and for a moment I find myself staring into the depths of embarrassment. But when he asks me, ‘What is painting like?’ I realise that this professional artist has never painted anything in his life before. He just wants a go with my colours. When I signed up for this holiday, I was hoping for an experience like the one I had had four years earlier in Wales. That was my first painting holiday, and I loved it. Two things made it great. First was the teacher, a man called Robin, who showed me that what is important about drawing and painting is not the finished article but the process of completing it.The second element of that week was the place. I grew up in places like that, and I connected with it immediately. But it was stupid of me to think that I could reproduce the experience down here, deep in the Southern Hemisphere. Zimbabwe is not a part of me, nor I of it.Trying to draw it for the first time, from a standing start, is like trying to start a conversation in Swahili.There were compensations. The holiday was wonderfully organised by a friend of mine - Susan Scott-Thomas. Admittedly, there are some rather large differences between us - she’s extremely wealthy and she inherited a farm in Africa when she was in her mid-twenties, and instead of taking the easy option of becoming a solicitor and staying in London, she came out to reclaim the land and rebuild the decaying farmhouse. In the process, she learnt how to lay foundations and make clay bricks. All of which she did while I was just about mastering making sauce for pasta. Even my disastrous painting didn’t detract from enjoying the holiday. Painting really forces you to look at things, to consider their shape and colour. And even if it is line 85 a disaster, that process of looking and thinking and transferring those thoughts into movements of your hand leaves an imprint of what you have seen. By the end of the week I have still not produced anything to hang on my walls, although there is a drawing of a local schoolboy of which I am rather fond, not because it is much good, but because it was so challenging to do.1.What is the problem the writer has at the beginning of her holiday? 

Приклад запитання: The captain was the last man _____ leave the ship.

Приклад запитання: I am planning … my granny next week

Приклад запитання: A film that has a lot of exciting scenes in it, in which people fight, chase, and kill each other

Приклад запитання: By the middle of the second day I know I’m in trouble. In front of me the land stretches up and away towards a distant hill, and into the space, between that summit and me, is crowded one of the most vivid concentrations of colour I have ever seen. It starts with the trees. The wet season is only a few weeks off and, almost as if they can smell the coming rains, they have put out their leaves. They are no ordinary green and the dry grasses beneath them are ablaze with golds, browns and reds. I want to recreate this scene with watercolours. Although I can make a try at it with words, trying to paint it in my sketch book is another matter altogether. I’ve already made one attempt: a series of zigzags in orange and red, with bluish trees placed across them, which now lies face down in the grass beside me.I’ve put it there because the last thing I want right now is for someone else to come along and look at it. A young man called Royale walks up the hill. Royale is a sculptor, and, with several other local men, produces pieces of work in the local stone. Recently, and quite suddenly, this work, and that of several other local cooperatives, has acquired an international reputation. I certainly don’t want a man capable of such things looking at my own awful brush-strokes. So I put my foot, as casually as I can, on the finished painting beside me and we resume the conversation started earlier in the day. I want to talk to Royale about his life here, line 38 He, however, is only interested in what I am up to. To begin with, it seems that he considers me a fellow artist, and for a moment I find myself staring into the depths of embarrassment. But when he asks me, ‘What is painting like?’ I realise that this professional artist has never painted anything in his life before. He just wants a go with my colours. When I signed up for this holiday, I was hoping for an experience like the one I had had four years earlier in Wales. That was my first painting holiday, and I loved it. Two things made it great. First was the teacher, a man called Robin, who showed me that what is important about drawing and painting is not the finished article but the process of completing it.The second element of that week was the place. I grew up in places like that, and I connected with it immediately. But it was stupid of me to think that I could reproduce the experience down here, deep in the Southern Hemisphere. Zimbabwe is not a part of me, nor I of it.Trying to draw it for the first time, from a standing start, is like trying to start a conversation in Swahili.There were compensations. The holiday was wonderfully organised by a friend of mine - Susan Scott-Thomas. Admittedly, there are some rather large differences between us - she’s extremely wealthy and she inherited a farm in Africa when she was in her mid-twenties, and instead of taking the easy option of becoming a solicitor and staying in London, she came out to reclaim the land and rebuild the decaying farmhouse. In the process, she learnt how to lay foundations and make clay bricks. All of which she did while I was just about mastering making sauce for pasta. Even my disastrous painting didn’t detract from enjoying the holiday. Painting really forces you to look at things, to consider their shape and colour. And even if it is line 85 a disaster, that process of looking and thinking and transferring those thoughts into movements of your hand leaves an imprint of what you have seen. By the end of the week I have still not produced anything to hang on my walls, although there is a drawing of a local schoolboy of which I am rather fond, not because it is much good, but because it was so challenging to do.1.What is the problem the writer has at the beginning of her holiday? 

Приклад запитання: Many of the greatest artists and musicians were _____ by critics before they came popular.

Приклад запитання: 1. Our uncle is on holiday and we ... (look after) his dog since Monday.

Приклад запитання: The old man talked about the same thing for over an hour - we were very_____.

Приклад запитання: The _____ at the North and South Poles are already melting.

Приклад запитання: What tenses are the following sentences?The patient is being prepared for the major operation.

Приклад запитання: John is very proud. He is not the one ...... about.

Приклад запитання: One day you will have to _____ the consequences of your behaviour towards her and nobody will support you.

Приклад запитання: One day you will have to _____ the consequences of your behaviour towards her and nobody will support you.

Приклад запитання: Godfrey Norton was a ... .

Приклад запитання: He'll never forget _______________so much money on his first computer.

Приклад запитання: A traumatic childhood experience ..... cause a lifelong fear connected with the event

Приклад запитання: Complete the sentences with the words from the box. There are more words than you need.self-imposed blinker    detect     devote    pseudo-facts self-composure   

Приклад запитання: 1. Shevchenko’s poems have been translated into …

Приклад запитання: don`t take any notice