Тренировочный вариант ОГЭ по английскому языку №14

A. The idea of an efficient transportation system in Moscow dates back to the time of Russian Empire. However, it was not developed into a construction plan due to World War I and the Civil War. The government of the Soviet Union got back to the idea in the 1920s, and in 1935 the Moscow Metro accepted its first passengers. The opening ceremony took place on May 15th, at 7am. The city celebrated the event with parades, concerts and performances.

B. The population of Moscow is around 12 million people. There are also a lot of people who come to the capital on business, excursions or to change plane or train, as Moscow is the main transportation centre. If there was no underground transport, it would be impossible to avoid a traffic standstill in the city. In fact, the Metro is very punctual. There are no traffic jams underground and, when taking the Metro, the passengers save time and nerves.

C. Lots of the city passengers prefer the Metro to cars and buses in spite of some discomfort caused by too many people. The problem is that the stations, the passages between them, and the railway cars get really overcrowded in rush hours. Sometimes there are lines to enter the Metro, though, fortunately, the waiting time is quite short.

D. When you travel on the Moscow Metro, long magnificent staircases get you downstairs and upstairs. They run fast and you need to be really careful to step on and off them in time. To avoid accidents, never cross the waiting line at the station until the coming train stops completely. Remember that you should never lean on the doors of the railway cars when the car is in motion – it can be really dangerous.

E. Apart from being an efficient means of transport, the Moscow Metro is a very ambitious architectural and art project. The stations look radiant and brilliant due to marble, bronze, steel, milk glass and other luxurious interior materials. The best architects, such as L. Polyakov, K. Ruzhkov, A. Medvedev and others, worked on it. The chief lighting engineer was Abram Damsky, who cleverly used the light to highlight the beauty of the stations.

F. The first line of the Moscow Metro was 11 km long and included 13 stations. Now there more than 230 stations, most of which are underground, but there are also surface-level and elevated stations. The project that is currently in progress suggests that about 150 km of new lines are to be opened within ten years, between 2012 and 2022.

It was Sunday morning and I was still in bed. I was in the habit of sleeping till late on Sundays as it was my only day off. Right, I had to go to school six days a week and that was awfully unfair. My friend George had all the weekends for himself, only because his parents were more relaxed about his education than my parents were. They sent him to a less prestigious school and George had less homework but more time for hanging around with other guys and playing the guitar.

I felt envious of George and deeply hurt as my mum often praised him for his musical hobby. She reproached me for my lack of interest in anything but it wasn’t lack of interest, it was lack of time! Didn’t I tell you I had only Sundays to relax?

Relaxing was my plan for that Sunday too, but the noise and loud voices in the living room made me fully awake.

‘Here, a bit to the right. It will be convenient for Andrew to practice here.’

‘Right, and we can arrange his concerts here.’

‘No-no! Now to the left, closer to the wall.’

Then there were some scratching sounds as if someone was moving furniture. I got out of the bed and headed to the living room.

There was a large black piano there. My dad, mum and two unknown men were pushing it, trying to squeeze it between the window and the cupboard.

‘Oh, you are just in time, Andrew,’ said my dad. ‘I never had an opportunity to learn to play music. But it's always been my dream. Now you’ll make it come true.’

‘It’s your dream, not mine,’ I wanted to reply but didn’t say anything.

The music teacher came at ten. He was a small grey man with small grey eyes. He was wearing a grey suit and a grey hat. He spoke in a quiet voice. The man looked harmless but I understood that he would ruin my Sundays forever.

The teacher talked about famous pianists and composers and about how much I should practice.

I listened to him and invented all sorts of plans of how I could escape his lessons. To explain to my parents that music was not my passion? To refuse to take lessons? To get sick? The most reliable idea was to break the instrument. But how could I do it?

When the lesson was over, my mum came into the room. She looked so happy that I didn’t dare to tell her anything about my feelings.

‘Oh, Andrew, I’m so proud of you! I believe that you’ve got a gift for music. And we'd like to celebrate the beginning of your music career. Tonight we are going to the concert hall and you’ll hear the best samples of classical music. You need to be dressed up and ready to go by 6pm.’

She carefully put three tickets on the black, polished piano lid.

It was Sunday morning and I was still in bed. I was in the habit of sleeping till late on Sundays as it was my only day off. Right, I had to go to school six days a week and that was awfully unfair. My friend George had all the weekends for himself, only because his parents were more relaxed about his education than my parents were. They sent him to a less prestigious school and George had less homework but more time for hanging around with other guys and playing the guitar.

I felt envious of George and deeply hurt as my mum often praised him for his musical hobby. She reproached me for my lack of interest in anything but it wasn’t lack of interest, it was lack of time! Didn’t I tell you I had only Sundays to relax?

Relaxing was my plan for that Sunday too, but the noise and loud voices in the living room made me fully awake.

‘Here, a bit to the right. It will be convenient for Andrew to practice here.’

‘Right, and we can arrange his concerts here.’

‘No-no! Now to the left, closer to the wall.’

Then there were some scratching sounds as if someone was moving furniture. I got out of the bed and headed to the living room.

There was a large black piano there. My dad, mum and two unknown men were pushing it, trying to squeeze it between the window and the cupboard.

‘Oh, you are just in time, Andrew,’ said my dad. ‘I never had an opportunity to learn to play music. But it's always been my dream. Now you’ll make it come true.’

‘It’s your dream, not mine,’ I wanted to reply but didn’t say anything.

The music teacher came at ten. He was a small grey man with small grey eyes. He was wearing a grey suit and a grey hat. He spoke in a quiet voice. The man looked harmless but I understood that he would ruin my Sundays forever.

The teacher talked about famous pianists and composers and about how much I should practice.

I listened to him and invented all sorts of plans of how I could escape his lessons. To explain to my parents that music was not my passion? To refuse to take lessons? To get sick? The most reliable idea was to break the instrument. But how could I do it?

When the lesson was over, my mum came into the room. She looked so happy that I didn’t dare to tell her anything about my feelings.

‘Oh, Andrew, I’m so proud of you! I believe that you’ve got a gift for music. And we'd like to celebrate the beginning of your music career. Tonight we are going to the concert hall and you’ll hear the best samples of classical music. You need to be dressed up and ready to go by 6pm.’

She carefully put three tickets on the black, polished piano lid.

It was Sunday morning and I was still in bed. I was in the habit of sleeping till late on Sundays as it was my only day off. Right, I had to go to school six days a week and that was awfully unfair. My friend George had all the weekends for himself, only because his parents were more relaxed about his education than my parents were. They sent him to a less prestigious school and George had less homework but more time for hanging around with other guys and playing the guitar.

I felt envious of George and deeply hurt as my mum often praised him for his musical hobby. She reproached me for my lack of interest in anything but it wasn’t lack of interest, it was lack of time! Didn’t I tell you I had only Sundays to relax?

Relaxing was my plan for that Sunday too, but the noise and loud voices in the living room made me fully awake.

‘Here, a bit to the right. It will be convenient for Andrew to practice here.’

‘Right, and we can arrange his concerts here.’

‘No-no! Now to the left, closer to the wall.’

Then there were some scratching sounds as if someone was moving furniture. I got out of the bed and headed to the living room.

There was a large black piano there. My dad, mum and two unknown men were pushing it, trying to squeeze it between the window and the cupboard.

‘Oh, you are just in time, Andrew,’ said my dad. ‘I never had an opportunity to learn to play music. But it's always been my dream. Now you’ll make it come true.’

‘It’s your dream, not mine,’ I wanted to reply but didn’t say anything.

The music teacher came at ten. He was a small grey man with small grey eyes. He was wearing a grey suit and a grey hat. He spoke in a quiet voice. The man looked harmless but I understood that he would ruin my Sundays forever.

The teacher talked about famous pianists and composers and about how much I should practice.

I listened to him and invented all sorts of plans of how I could escape his lessons. To explain to my parents that music was not my passion? To refuse to take lessons? To get sick? The most reliable idea was to break the instrument. But how could I do it?

When the lesson was over, my mum came into the room. She looked so happy that I didn’t dare to tell her anything about my feelings.

‘Oh, Andrew, I’m so proud of you! I believe that you’ve got a gift for music. And we'd like to celebrate the beginning of your music career. Tonight we are going to the concert hall and you’ll hear the best samples of classical music. You need to be dressed up and ready to go by 6pm.’

She carefully put three tickets on the black, polished piano lid.

It was Sunday morning and I was still in bed. I was in the habit of sleeping till late on Sundays as it was my only day off. Right, I had to go to school six days a week and that was awfully unfair. My friend George had all the weekends for himself, only because his parents were more relaxed about his education than my parents were. They sent him to a less prestigious school and George had less homework but more time for hanging around with other guys and playing the guitar.

I felt envious of George and deeply hurt as my mum often praised him for his musical hobby. She reproached me for my lack of interest in anything but it wasn’t lack of interest, it was lack of time! Didn’t I tell you I had only Sundays to relax?

Relaxing was my plan for that Sunday too, but the noise and loud voices in the living room made me fully awake.

‘Here, a bit to the right. It will be convenient for Andrew to practice here.’

‘Right, and we can arrange his concerts here.’

‘No-no! Now to the left, closer to the wall.’

Then there were some scratching sounds as if someone was moving furniture. I got out of the bed and headed to the living room.

There was a large black piano there. My dad, mum and two unknown men were pushing it, trying to squeeze it between the window and the cupboard.

‘Oh, you are just in time, Andrew,’ said my dad. ‘I never had an opportunity to learn to play music. But it's always been my dream. Now you’ll make it come true.’

‘It’s your dream, not mine,’ I wanted to reply but didn’t say anything.

The music teacher came at ten. He was a small grey man with small grey eyes. He was wearing a grey suit and a grey hat. He spoke in a quiet voice. The man looked harmless but I understood that he would ruin my Sundays forever.

The teacher talked about famous pianists and composers and about how much I should practice.

I listened to him and invented all sorts of plans of how I could escape his lessons. To explain to my parents that music was not my passion? To refuse to take lessons? To get sick? The most reliable idea was to break the instrument. But how could I do it?

When the lesson was over, my mum came into the room. She looked so happy that I didn’t dare to tell her anything about my feelings.

‘Oh, Andrew, I’m so proud of you! I believe that you’ve got a gift for music. And we'd like to celebrate the beginning of your music career. Tonight we are going to the concert hall and you’ll hear the best samples of classical music. You need to be dressed up and ready to go by 6pm.’

She carefully put three tickets on the black, polished piano lid.

It was Sunday morning and I was still in bed. I was in the habit of sleeping till late on Sundays as it was my only day off. Right, I had to go to school six days a week and that was awfully unfair. My friend George had all the weekends for himself, only because his parents were more relaxed about his education than my parents were. They sent him to a less prestigious school and George had less homework but more time for hanging around with other guys and playing the guitar.

I felt envious of George and deeply hurt as my mum often praised him for his musical hobby. She reproached me for my lack of interest in anything but it wasn’t lack of interest, it was lack of time! Didn’t I tell you I had only Sundays to relax?

Relaxing was my plan for that Sunday too, but the noise and loud voices in the living room made me fully awake.

‘Here, a bit to the right. It will be convenient for Andrew to practice here.’

‘Right, and we can arrange his concerts here.’

‘No-no! Now to the left, closer to the wall.’

Then there were some scratching sounds as if someone was moving furniture. I got out of the bed and headed to the living room.

There was a large black piano there. My dad, mum and two unknown men were pushing it, trying to squeeze it between the window and the cupboard.

‘Oh, you are just in time, Andrew,’ said my dad. ‘I never had an opportunity to learn to play music. But it's always been my dream. Now you’ll make it come true.’

‘It’s your dream, not mine,’ I wanted to reply but didn’t say anything.

The music teacher came at ten. He was a small grey man with small grey eyes. He was wearing a grey suit and a grey hat. He spoke in a quiet voice. The man looked harmless but I understood that he would ruin my Sundays forever.

The teacher talked about famous pianists and composers and about how much I should practice.

I listened to him and invented all sorts of plans of how I could escape his lessons. To explain to my parents that music was not my passion? To refuse to take lessons? To get sick? The most reliable idea was to break the instrument. But how could I do it?

When the lesson was over, my mum came into the room. She looked so happy that I didn’t dare to tell her anything about my feelings.

‘Oh, Andrew, I’m so proud of you! I believe that you’ve got a gift for music. And we'd like to celebrate the beginning of your music career. Tonight we are going to the concert hall and you’ll hear the best samples of classical music. You need to be dressed up and ready to go by 6 pm.’

She carefully put three tickets on the black, polished piano lid.

It was Sunday morning and I was still in bed. I was in the habit of sleeping till late on Sundays as it was my only day off. Right, I had to go to school six days a week and that was awfully unfair. My friend George had all the weekends for himself, only because his parents were more relaxed about his education than my parents were. They sent him to a less prestigious school and George had less homework but more time for hanging around with other guys and playing the guitar.

I felt envious of George and deeply hurt as my mum often praised him for his musical hobby. She reproached me for my lack of interest in anything but it wasn’t lack of interest, it was lack of time! Didn’t I tell you I had only Sundays to relax?

Relaxing was my plan for that Sunday too, but the noise and loud voices in the living room made me fully awake.

‘Here, a bit to the right. It will be convenient for Andrew to practice here.’

‘Right, and we can arrange his concerts here.’

‘No-no! Now to the left, closer to the wall.’

Then there were some scratching sounds as if someone was moving furniture. I got out of the bed and headed to the living room.

There was a large black piano there. My dad, mum and two unknown men were pushing it, trying to squeeze it between the window and the cupboard.

‘Oh, you are just in time, Andrew,’ said my dad. ‘I never had an opportunity to learn to play music. But it's always been my dream. Now you’ll make it come true.’

‘It’s your dream, not mine,’ I wanted to reply but didn’t say anything.

The music teacher came at ten. He was a small grey man with small grey eyes. He was wearing a grey suit and a grey hat. He spoke in a quiet voice. The man looked harmless but I understood that he would ruin my Sundays forever.

The teacher talked about famous pianists and composers and about how much I should practice.

I listened to him and invented all sorts of plans of how I could escape his lessons. To explain to my parents that music was not my passion? To refuse to take lessons? To get sick? The most reliable idea was to break the instrument. But how could I do it?

When the lesson was over, my mum came into the room. She looked so happy that I didn’t dare to tell her anything about my feelings.

‘Oh, Andrew, I’m so proud of you! I believe that you’ve got a gift for music. And we'd like to celebrate the beginning of your music career. Tonight we are going to the concert hall and you’ll hear the best samples of classical music. You need to be dressed up and ready to go by 6pm.’

She carefully put three tickets on the black, polished piano lid.

It was Sunday morning and I was still in bed. I was in the habit of sleeping till late on Sundays as it was my only day off. Right, I had to go to school six days a week and that was awfully unfair. My friend George had all the weekends for himself, only because his parents were more relaxed about his education than my parents were. They sent him to a less prestigious school and George had less homework but more time for hanging around with other guys and playing the guitar.

I felt envious of George and deeply hurt as my mum often praised him for his musical hobby. She reproached me for my lack of interest in anything but it wasn’t lack of interest, it was lack of time! Didn’t I tell you I had only Sundays to relax?

Relaxing was my plan for that Sunday too, but the noise and loud voices in the living room made me fully awake.

‘Here, a bit to the right. It will be convenient for Andrew to practice here.’

‘Right, and we can arrange his concerts here.’

‘No-no! Now to the left, closer to the wall.’

Then there were some scratching sounds as if someone was moving furniture. I got out of the bed and headed to the living room.

There was a large black piano there. My dad, mum and two unknown men were pushing it, trying to squeeze it between the window and the cupboard.

‘Oh, you are just in time, Andrew,’ said my dad. ‘I never had an opportunity to learn to play music. But it's always been my dream. Now you’ll make it come true.’

‘It’s your dream, not mine,’ I wanted to reply but didn’t say anything.

The music teacher came at ten. He was a small grey man with small grey eyes. He was wearing a grey suit and a grey hat. He spoke in a quiet voice. The man looked harmless but I understood that he would ruin my Sundays forever.

The teacher talked about famous pianists and composers and about how much I should practice.

I listened to him and invented all sorts of plans of how I could escape his lessons. To explain to my parents that music was not my passion? To refuse to take lessons? To get sick? The most reliable idea was to break the instrument. But how could I do it?

When the lesson was over, my mum came into the room. She looked so happy that I didn’t dare to tell her anything about my feelings.

‘Oh, Andrew, I’m so proud of you! I believe that you’ve got a gift for music. And we'd like to celebrate the beginning of your music career. Tonight we are going to the concert hall and you’ll hear the best samples of classical music. You need to be dressed up and ready to go by 6pm.’

She carefully put three tickets on the black, polished piano lid.

(1)‘I want this rabbit, Mum!’ – Andy pointed to a cage with white, black, and grey rabbits. (2)It was a large pet shop and there were cages with birds, hamsters, (MOUSE)________, and rats.

(3)The aquariums along the walls (DECORATE)________ with stones, shells and real and artificial plants. (4)Lots of bright fish made them look very colourful.

(5)‘No, Andy, we can’t take it now. (6)I don’t think our flat is big enough to house all the animals you want to have. (7)We (BUY)________ you a tortoise a year ago. (8)Isn’t that enough?’

(9)‘But the tortoise is boring! (10)It (SLEEP)________ twenty hours a day.

(11)And it (NOT/WANT)________ to play with me.’ (12)Andy was very upset.

(13)‘And the rabbit is cute. (14)Look, it (EAT)________ the grass! (15)It’s funny, isn’t it?

(16)If you let me have this rabbit, I (GIVE)________ my tortoise to Tom.’

(17)‘I don’t think it’s a good idea,’ replied his mother. (18)‘Pets are not toys. (19)They are alive and you can’t give them to another person that easily. (20)Your tortoise has got used to living with (WE)________.’

(21)‘OK. (22)Fine.’ (23)Five-year-old Andy thought that his mother (BE)________ probably right. (24)The tortoise could not compete with the rabbit but it was his tortoise after all.

(1)‘I want this rabbit, Mum!’ – Andy pointed to a cage with white, black, and grey rabbits. (2)It was a large pet shop and there were cages with birds, hamsters, (MOUSE)________, and rats.

(3)The aquariums along the walls (DECORATE)________ with stones, shells and real and artificial plants. (4)Lots of bright fish made them look very colourful.

(5)‘No, Andy, we can’t take it now. (6)I don’t think our flat is big enough to house all the animals you want to have. (7)We (BUY)________ you a tortoise a year ago. (8)Isn’t that enough?’

(9)‘But the tortoise is boring! (10)It (SLEEP)________ twenty hours a day.

(11)And it (NOT/WANT)________ to play with me.’ (12)Andy was very upset.

(13)‘And the rabbit is cute. (14)Look, it (EAT)________ the grass! (15)It’s funny, isn’t it?

(16)If you let me have this rabbit, I (GIVE)________ my tortoise to Tom.’

(17)‘I don’t think it’s a good idea,’ replied his mother. (18)‘Pets are not toys. (19)They are alive and you can’t give them to another person that easily. (20)Your tortoise has got used to living with (WE)________.’

(21)‘OK. (22)Fine.’ (23)Five-year-old Andy thought that his mother (BE)________ probably right. (24)The tortoise could not compete with the rabbit but it was his tortoise after all.

(1) ‘I want this rabbit, Mum!’ – Andy pointed to a cage with white, black, and grey rabbits. (2) It was a large pet shop and there were cages with birds, hamsters, (MOUSE)________, and rats.

(3) The aquariums along the walls (DECORATE)________ with stones, shells and real and artificial plants. (4) Lots of bright fish made them look very colourful.

(5) ‘No, Andy, we can’t take it now. (6) I don’t think our flat is big enough to house all the animals you want to have. (7) We (BUY)________ you a tortoise a year ago. (8) Isn’t that enough?’

(9) ‘But the tortoise is boring! (10) It (SLEEP)________ twenty hours a day.

(11) And it (NOT/WANT)________ to play with me.’ (12) Andy was very upset.

(13) ‘And the rabbit is cute. (14) Look, it (EAT)________ the grass! (15) It’s funny, isn’t it?

(16) If you let me have this rabbit, I (GIVE)________ my tortoise to Tom.’

(17) ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea,’ replied his mother. (18) ‘Pets are not toys. (19) They are alive and you can’t give them to another person that easily. (20) Your tortoise has got used to living with (WE)________.’

(21) ‘OK. (22) Fine.’ (23) Five-year-old Andy thought that his mother (BE)________ probably right. (24) The tortoise could not compete with the rabbit but it was his tortoise after all.

(1) ‘I want this rabbit, Mum!’ – Andy pointed to a cage with white, black, and grey rabbits. (2) It was a large pet shop and there were cages with birds, hamsters, (MOUSE)________, and rats.

(3) The aquariums along the walls (DECORATE)________ with stones, shells and real and artificial plants. (4) Lots of bright fish made them look very colourful.

(5) ‘No, Andy, we can’t take it now. (6) I don’t think our flat is big enough to house all the animals you want to have. (7) We (BUY)________ you a tortoise a year ago. (8) Isn’t that enough?’

(9) ‘But the tortoise is boring! (10) It (SLEEP)________ twenty hours a day.

(11) And it (NOT/WANT)________ to play with me.’ (12) Andy was very upset.

(13) ‘And the rabbit is cute. (14) Look, it (EAT)________ the grass! (15) It’s funny, isn’t it?

(16) If you let me have this rabbit, I (GIVE)________ my tortoise to Tom.’

(17) ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea,’ replied his mother. (18) ‘Pets are not toys. (19) They are alive and you can’t give them to another person that easily. (20) Your tortoise has got used to living with (WE)________.’

(21) ‘OK. (22) Fine.’ (23) Five-year-old Andy thought that his mother (BE)________ probably right. (24) The tortoise could not compete with the rabbit but it was his tortoise after all.

(1) ‘I want this rabbit, Mum!’ – Andy pointed to a cage with white, black, and grey rabbits. (2) It was a large pet shop and there were cages with birds, hamsters, (MOUSE)________, and rats.

(3) The aquariums along the walls (DECORATE)________ with stones, shells and real and artificial plants. (4) Lots of bright fish made them look very colourful.

(5) ‘No, Andy, we can’t take it now. (6) I don’t think our flat is big enough to house all the animals you want to have. (7) We (BUY)________ you a tortoise a year ago. (8) Isn’t that enough?’

(9) ‘But the tortoise is boring! (10) It (SLEEP)________ twenty hours a day.

(11) And it (NOT/WANT)________ to play with me.’ (12) Andy was very upset.

(13) ‘And the rabbit is cute. (14) Look, it (EAT)________ the grass! (15) It’s funny, isn’t it?

(16) If you let me have this rabbit, I (GIVE)________ my tortoise to Tom.’

(17) ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea,’ replied his mother. (18) ‘Pets are not toys. (19) They are alive and you can’t give them to another person that easily. (20) Your tortoise has got used to living with (WE)________.’

(21) ‘OK. (22) Fine.’ (23) Five-year-old Andy thought that his mother (BE)________ probably right. (24) The tortoise could not compete with the rabbit but it was his tortoise after all.

(1) ‘I want this rabbit, Mum!’ – Andy pointed to a cage with white, black, and grey rabbits. (2) It was a large pet shop and there were cages with birds, hamsters, (MOUSE)________, and rats.

(3) The aquariums along the walls (DECORATE)________ with stones, shells and real and artificial plants. (4) Lots of bright fish made them look very colourful.

(5) ‘No, Andy, we can’t take it now. (6) I don’t think our flat is big enough to house all the animals you want to have. (7) We (BUY)________ you a tortoise a year ago. (8) Isn’t that enough?’

(9) ‘But the tortoise is boring! (10) It (SLEEP)________ twenty hours a day.

(11) And it (NOT/WANT)________ to play with me.’ (12) Andy was very upset. (13) ‘And the rabbit is cute. (14) Look, it (EAT)________ the grass! (15) It’s funny, isn’t it?

(16) If you let me have this rabbit, I (GIVE)________ my tortoise to Tom.’

(17) ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea,’ replied his mother. (18) ‘Pets are not toys. (19) They are alive and you can’t give them to another person that easily. (20) Your tortoise has got used to living with (WE)________.’

(21) ‘OK. (22) Fine.’ (23) Five-year-old Andy thought that his mother (BE)________ probably right. (24) The tortoise could not compete with the rabbit but it was his tortoise after all.

(1)‘I want this rabbit, Mum!’ – Andy pointed to a cage with white, black, and grey rabbits. (2)It was a large pet shop and there were cages with birds, hamsters, (MOUSE)________, and rats.

(3)The aquariums along the walls (DECORATE)________ with stones, shells and real and artificial plants. (4)Lots of bright fish made them look very colourful.

(5)‘No, Andy, we can’t take it now. (6)I don’t think our flat is big enough to house all the animals you want to have. (7)We (BUY)________ you a tortoise a year ago. (8)Isn’t that enough?’

(9)‘But the tortoise is boring! (10)It (SLEEP)________ twenty hours a day.

(11)And it (NOT/WANT)________ to play with me.’ (12)Andy was very upset.

(13)‘And the rabbit is cute. (14)Look, it (EAT)________ the grass! (15)It’s funny, isn’t it?

(16)If you let me have this rabbit, I (GIVE)________ my tortoise to Tom.’

(17)‘I don’t think it’s a good idea,’ replied his mother. (18)‘Pets are not toys. (19)They are alive and you can’t give them to another person that easily. (20)Your tortoise has got used to living with (WE)________.’

(21)‘OK. (22)Fine.’ (23)Five-year-old Andy thought that his mother (BE)________ probably right. (24)The tortoise could not compete with the rabbit but it was his tortoise after all.

(1) ‘I want this rabbit, Mum!’ – Andy pointed to a cage with white, black, and grey rabbits. (2) It was a large pet shop and there were cages with birds, hamsters, (MOUSE)________, and rats.

(3) The aquariums along the walls (DECORATE)________ with stones, shells and real and artificial plants. (4) Lots of bright fish made them look very colourful.

(5) ‘No, Andy, we can’t take it now. (6) I don’t think our flat is big enough to house all the animals you want to have. (7) We (BUY)________ you a tortoise a year ago. (8) Isn’t that enough?’

(9) ‘But the tortoise is boring! (10) It (SLEEP)________ twenty hours a day.

(11) And it (NOT/WANT)________ to play with me.’ (12) Andy was very upset.

(13) ‘And the rabbit is cute. (14) Look, it (EAT)________ the grass! (15) It’s funny, isn’t it?

(16) If you let me have this rabbit, I (GIVE)________ my tortoise to Tom.’

(17) ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea,’ replied his mother. (18) ‘Pets are not toys. (19) They are alive and you can’t give them to another person that easily. (20) Your tortoise has got used to living with (WE)________.’

(21) ‘OK. (22) Fine.’ (23) Five-year-old Andy thought that his mother (BE)________ probably right. (24) The tortoise could not compete with the rabbit but it was his tortoise after all.

(1) ‘I want this rabbit, Mum!’ – Andy pointed to a cage with white, black, and grey rabbits. (2) It was a large pet shop and there were cages with birds, hamsters, (MOUSE)________, and rats.

(3) The aquariums along the walls (DECORATE)________ with stones, shells and real and artificial plants. (4) Lots of bright fish made them look very colourful.

(5) ‘No, Andy, we can’t take it now. (6) I don’t think our flat is big enough to house all the animals you want to have. (7) We (BUY)________ you a tortoise a year ago. (8) Isn’t that enough?’

(9) ‘But the tortoise is boring! (10) It (SLEEP)________ twenty hours a day.

(11) And it (NOT/WANT)________ to play with me.’ (12) Andy was very upset.

(13) ‘And the rabbit is cute. (14) Look, it (EAT)________ the grass! (15) It’s funny, isn’t it?

(16) If you let me have this rabbit, I (GIVE)________ my tortoise to Tom.’

(17) ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea,’ replied his mother. (18) ‘Pets are not toys. (19) They are alive and you can’t give them to another person that easily. (20) Your tortoise has got used to living with (WE)________.’

(21) ‘OK. (22) Fine.’ (23) Five-year-old Andy thought that his mother (BE)________ probably right. (24) The tortoise could not compete with the rabbit but it was his tortoise after all.

(1) Amy was really happy to get a place at St. Martin’s College of Art and Design. (2) Her dream was to be a fashion (DESIGN)________.

(3) Amy got (SERIOUS)________ interested in fashion when she was twelve. (4) Her mother sewed well and once she made a carnival costume.

(5) The costume looked (WONDER)________.

(6) Amy’s friends asked whether her mum could make any costumes for them too. (7) That inspired Amy to create her first (COLLECT)________ of fashion accessories.

(8) They didn’t look very (PROFESSION)________, of course.

(9) But they were original and very (DIFFER)________ from what people can buy in a shop.

(1)Amy was really happy to get a place at St. Martin’s College of Art and Design. (2)Her dream was to be a fashion (DESIGN)________.

(3)Amy got (SERIOUS)________ interested in fashion when she was twelve. (4)Her mother sewed well and once she made a carnival costume.

(5)The costume looked (WONDER)________.

(6)Amy’s friends asked whether her mum could make any costumes for them too. (7)That inspired Amy to create her first (COLLECT)________ of fashion accessories.

(8)They didn’t look very (PROFESSION)________, of course.

(9)But they were original and very (DIFFER)________ from what people can buy in a shop.

(1)Amy was really happy to get a place at St. Martin’s College of Art and Design. (2)Her dream was to be a fashion (DESIGN)________.

(3)Amy got (SERIOUS)________ interested in fashion when she was twelve. (4)Her mother sewed well and once she made a carnival costume.

(5)The costume looked (WONDER)________.

(6)Amy’s friends asked whether her mum could make any costumes for them too. (7)That inspired Amy to create her first (COLLECT)________ of fashion accessories.

(8)They didn’t look very (PROFESSION)________, of course.

(9)But they were original and very (DIFFER)________ from what people can buy in a shop.

(1) Amy was really happy to get a place at St. Martin’s College of Art and Design. (2) Her dream was to be a fashion (DESIGN)________.

(3) Amy got (SERIOUS)________ interested in fashion when she was twelve. (4) Her mother sewed well and once she made a carnival costume.

(5) The costume looked (WONDER)________.

(6) Amy’s friends asked whether her mum could make any costumes for them too. (7) That inspired Amy to create her first (COLLECT)________ of fashion accessories.

(8) They didn’t look very (PROFESSION)________, of course.

(9) But they were original and very (DIFFER)________ from what people can buy in a shop.

(1) Amy was really happy to get a place at St. Martin’s College of Art and Design. (2) Her dream was to be a fashion (DESIGN) ________.

(3) Amy got (SERIOUS) ________ interested in fashion when she was twelve. (4) Her mother sewed well and once she made a carnival costume.

(5) The costume looked (WONDER) ________.

(6) Amy’s friends asked whether her mum could make any costumes for them too. (7) That inspired Amy to create her first (COLLECT) ________ of fashion accessories.

(8) They didn’t look very (PROFESSION) ________, of course.

(9) But they were original and very (DIFFER) ________ from what people can buy in a shop.

(1)Amy was really happy to get a place at St. Martin’s College of Art and Design. (2)Her dream was to be a fashion (DESIGN)________.

(3)Amy got (SERIOUS)________ interested in fashion when she was twelve. (4)Her mother sewed well and once she made a carnival costume.

(5)The costume looked (WONDER)________.

(6)Amy’s friends asked whether her mum could make any costumes for them too. (7)That inspired Amy to create her first (COLLECT)________ of fashion accessories.

(8)They didn’t look very (PROFESSION)________, of course.

(9)But they were original and very (DIFFER)________ from what people can buy in a shop.