Тренировочный вариант Яндекс.ЕГЭ по английскому языку № 20 за 2016 год

A. Born the poor son of an illiterate Lincolnshire yeoman, Newton stood against his mother’s attempts to make a farmer of him as he hated farming. His master at the King’s School persuaded his mother to give the boy a chance to complete his education. Motivated partly by a desire for revenge against a schoolyard bully, he became the top-ranked student. Newton arrived at Trinity College, Cambridge, as a subsizar — a category of scholar who paid for his education by waiting on others as a servant.

B. The curriculum of medieval scholasticism remained the basis of Cambridge education, as was the case in the other great European universities. Education was not a question of discovery or invention; it was based instead on mastering the knowledge of past authorities, especially Aristotle. Science, to the limited extent it appeared at all, was ‘natural philosophy’ based on the writings of the ancient Greeks.

C. Newton, the first scientist to be knighted for his work, established the authority of a new science and attitude towards knowledge since his discoveries about gravity and motion transformed both the scholarly and popular view of the physical world. Later he also developed the calculus which could measure velocity and rates of change. His quarrel with the German mathematician Leibnitz about who first invented the calculus, although an ugly episode helped to put science in the forefront of public awareness.

D. Newton changed the mental furniture of his time but his age was also ready to receive him since he lived during the initial stages of the Enlightenment, the European movement which condemned fanaticism and superstition and stood for reason, tolerance and debate. He therefore escaped the accusations of magic and heresy leveled against earlier scientists. ‘Rational’ and ‘irrational’, however, existed side by side in Newton’s own mind.

E. ‘Rational’ and ‘irrational’, however, existed side by side in Newton’s own mind. He treated alchemy seriously, took a literalist view of Biblical prophecy, and wrote more on religion than he did on natural science. Newton’s sense of an ultimate mystery, a divine unity, was profound and is basic to his idea of an ordered universe.

F. Newton graduated in 1665 but then had to return home for two years because plague closed the university. During this period he worked out his fundamental ideas about nature according to an ‘experimental philosophy’. The French philosopher Rene Descartes followed Aristotle, but showed a more impersonal universe in which what mattered was the calculation and measurement of rates of movement and change. For Newton this was a great advance.

G. Newton’s understanding of mass, force and motion was revolutionary and stimulated other scientific discoveries. Newton was a solitary genius and his achievements were based on a specifically Protestant interest in the individual experience. But Newtanianism as a system of knowledge helped western European countries to organize themselves collectively for global expansion and dominance.

As with many great fictional heroes, there are several possible models who may or may not have inspired the character of the brave boy reporter Tintin. But one of the most likely was a Danish youngster named Palle Huld, (A) ________ to travel around the world in imitation of Jules Verne’s Phileas Fogg. In his case, he was given just 46 days to accomplish the feat, wasn’t allowed a companion and was forbidden to travel by aeroplane. Nevertheless, Huld managed it in 44 days. Nor was it only his age and dauntless spirit (B) ________. It was also his appearance. He had freckles, a snub nose and unruly bright-red hair.

Huld, (C) ________, was chosen from applicants, and set off among a storm of publicity in March. His voyage was not without mishaps, yet he made it home - much to the relief of his poor mother, (D) ________ during her boy’s absence to help her cope with the stress.

The following year, the enterprising Huld wrote his own account of his adventures, A Boy Seoul Around the World, (E) ________. His travels around the globe apparently gave him a taste for fame, too. He went on to become a distinguished actor, (F) ________, including Three Men In Search of a Troll.

It was hot in the rickety little bus and I was on the wrong side where the July sun beat on the windows. I shifted uncomfortably inside my best suit and eased a finger inside the constricting white collar. It was a foolish outfit for this weather but a few miles ahead, my prospective employer was waiting for me and I had to make a good impression.

There was a lot of hanging on this interview; being a newly qualified veterinary surgeon in this year of 1937 was like taking out a ticket for the dole queue. Agriculture was depressed by a decade of government neglect; the draught horse which had been the mainstay of the profession was fast disappearing. It was easy to a prophet of doom when the young men emerging from the colleges after a hard five years’ slog were faced by a world indifferent to their enthusiasm and bursting knowledge. There were usually two or three situations vacant in the Record each week and an average of eighty applicants for each one.

It hadn’t seemed true when the letter came from Darrowby in the Yorkshire Dales. Mr. Siegfried Farnon would like to see me on the Friday afternoon; I was to come to tea and if we were mutually suited I could stay on as an assistant. I had grabbed at the lifeline unbelievingly; so many friends who had qualified with me were unemployed or working in shops or as labourers in the shipyards that I had given up hope of any other future for myself.

The driver crashed his gears again as he went into another steep bend. We had been climbing steadily now for the last fifteen miles or so, moving closer to the distant blue swells of the Pennines. I had never been in Yorkshire before but the name had always raised a picture of a county as stodgy and unromantic as its pudding; I was prepared for solid worth, dullness and a total lack of charm. But as the bus groaned its way higher I began to wonder. The formless heights were resolving into high, grassy hills and wide valleys. In the valley bottoms, rivers twisted among the trees and solid grey-stone farmhouses lay among islands of cultivated land which pushed bright green promontories up the hillsides into the dark tide of heather which lapped from the summits.

I had seen the fences and hedges give way to dry stone walls which bordered the roads, enclosed the fields and climbed endlessly over the surrounding fells. The walls were everywhere, countless miles of them, tracing their patterns high on the green uplands.

But I neared my destination the horror stories kept forcing their way into my mind; the tales brought back to college by veterans hardened and embittered by a few months of practice. Assistants were just little bits of dirt to be starved and worked into the ground by the principals who were heartless and vicious to a man. Dave Stevens, lighting a cigarette with trembling hand: “Never a night off or a half day. He made me wash the car, dig the garden, mow the lawn, do the family shopping. But when he told me to sweep the chimney, I left”.

Oh hell, that one couldn’t be true. I cursed my fevered imagination. No, it couldn’t be as bad as that; I rubbed my sweating palms on my knees and tried to concentrate on the man I was going to meet. Siegfried Farnon, Strange name for a vet in the Yorkshire Dales. Probably a German who had done his training in this country and decided to set up in practice. And it wouldn’t have been Farnon in the beginning; probably Farrenen. He was beginning to take shape: short, fat, with merry eyes and a bubbling laugh. But at the same time I had trouble with the obtruding image of a hulking, cold-eyed, bristle-skulled Teuton more in keeping with the popular idea of the practice boss.

I realized the bus was clattering along a narrow street which opened on to a square where we stopped. We had arrived.

It was hot in the rickety little bus and I was on the wrong side where the July sun beat on the windows. I shifted uncomfortably inside my best suit and eased a finger inside the constricting white collar. It was a foolish outfit for this weather but a few miles ahead, my prospective employer was waiting for me and I had to make a good impression.

There was a lot of hanging on this interview; being a newly qualified veterinary surgeon in this year of 1937 was like taking out a ticket for the dole queue. Agriculture was depressed by a decade of government neglect; the draught horse which had been the mainstay of the profession was fast disappearing. It was easy to a prophet of doom when the young men emerging from the colleges after a hard five years’ slog were faced by a world indifferent to their enthusiasm and bursting knowledge. There were usually two or three situations vacant in the Record each week and an average of eighty applicants for each one.

It hadn’t seemed true when the letter came from Darrowby in the Yorkshire Dales. Mr. Siegfried Farnon would like to see me on the Friday afternoon; I was to come to tea and if we were mutually suited I could stay on as an assistant. I had grabbed at the lifeline unbelievingly; so many friends who had qualified with me were unemployed or working in shops or as labourers in the shipyards that I had given up hope of any other future for myself.

The driver crashed his gears again as he went into another steep bend. We had been climbing steadily now for the last fifteen miles or so, moving closer to the distant blue swells of the Pennines. I had never been in Yorkshire before but the name had always raised a picture of a county as stodgy and unromantic as its pudding; I was prepared for solid worth, dullness and a total lack of charm. But as the bus groaned its way higher I began to wonder. The formless heights were resolving into high, grassy hills and wide valleys. In the valley bottoms, rivers twisted among the trees and solid grey-stone farmhouses lay among islands of cultivated land which pushed bright green promontories up the hillsides into the dark tide of heather which lapped from the summits.

I had seen the fences and hedges give way to dry stone walls which bordered the roads, enclosed the fields and climbed endlessly over the surrounding fells. The walls were everywhere, countless miles of them, tracing their patterns high on the green uplands.

But I neared my destination the horror stories kept forcing their way into my mind; the tales brought back to college by veterans hardened and embittered by a few months of practice. Assistants were just little bits of dirt to be starved and worked into the ground by the principals who were heartless and vicious to a man. Dave Stevens, lighting a cigarette with trembling hand: “Never a night off or a half day. He made me wash the car, dig the garden, mow the lawn, do the family shopping. But when he told me to sweep the chimney, I left”.

Oh hell, that one couldn’t be true. I cursed my fevered imagination. No, it couldn’t be as bad as that; I rubbed my sweating palms on my knees and tried to concentrate on the man I was going to meet. Siegfried Farnon, Strange name for a vet in the Yorkshire Dales. Probably a German who had done his training in this country and decided to set up in practice. And it wouldn’t have been Farnon in the beginning; probably Farrenen. He was beginning to take shape: short, fat, with merry eyes and a bubbling laugh. But at the same time I had trouble with the obtruding image of a hulking, cold-eyed, bristle-skulled Teuton more in keeping with the popular idea of the practice boss.

I realized the bus was clattering along a narrow street which opened on to a square where we stopped. We had arrived.

It was hot in the rickety little bus and I was on the wrong side where the July sun beat on the windows. I shifted uncomfortably inside my best suit and eased a finger inside the constricting white collar. It was a foolish outfit for this weather but a few miles ahead, my prospective employer was waiting for me and I had to make a good impression.

There was a lot of hanging on this interview; being a newly qualified veterinary surgeon in this year of 1937 was like taking out a ticket for the dole queue. Agriculture was depressed by a decade of government neglect; the draught horse which had been the mainstay of the profession was fast disappearing. It was easy to a prophet of doom when the young men emerging from the colleges after a hard five years’ slog were faced by a world indifferent to their enthusiasm and bursting knowledge. There were usually two or three situations vacant in the Record each week and an average of eighty applicants for each one.

It hadn’t seemed true when the letter came from Darrowby in the Yorkshire Dales. Mr. Siegfried Farnon would like to see me on the Friday afternoon; I was to come to tea and if we were mutually suited I could stay on as an assistant. I had grabbed at the lifeline unbelievingly; so many friends who had qualified with me were unemployed or working in shops or as labourers in the shipyards that I had given up hope of any other future for myself.

The driver crashed his gears again as he went into another steep bend. We had been climbing steadily now for the last fifteen miles or so, moving closer to the distant blue swells of the Pennines. I had never been in Yorkshire before but the name had always raised a picture of a county as stodgy and unromantic as its pudding; I was prepared for solid worth, dullness and a total lack of charm. But as the bus groaned its way higher I began to wonder. The formless heights were resolving into high, grassy hills and wide valleys. In the valley bottoms, rivers twisted among the trees and solid grey-stone farmhouses lay among islands of cultivated land which pushed bright green promontories up the hillsides into the dark tide of heather which lapped from the summits.

I had seen the fences and hedges give way to dry stone walls which bordered the roads, enclosed the fields and climbed endlessly over the surrounding fells. The walls were everywhere, countless miles of them, tracing their patterns high on the green uplands.

But I neared my destination the horror stories kept forcing their way into my mind; the tales brought back to college by veterans hardened and embittered by a few months of practice. Assistants were just little bits of dirt to be starved and worked into the ground by the principals who were heartless and vicious to a man. Dave Stevens, lighting a cigarette with trembling hand: “Never a night off or a half day. He made me wash the car, dig the garden, mow the lawn, do the family shopping. But when he told me to sweep the chimney, I left”.

Oh hell, that one couldn’t be true. I cursed my fevered imagination. No, it couldn’t be as bad as that; I rubbed my sweating palms on my knees and tried to concentrate on the man I was going to meet. Siegfried Farnon, Strange name for a vet in the Yorkshire Dales. Probably a German who had done his training in this country and decided to set up in practice. And it wouldn’t have been Farnon in the beginning; probably Farrenen. He was beginning to take shape: short, fat, with merry eyes and a bubbling laugh. But at the same time I had trouble with the obtruding image of a hulking, cold-eyed, bristle-skulled Teuton more in keeping with the popular idea of the practice boss.

I realized the bus was clattering along a narrow street which opened on to a square where we stopped. We had arrived.

It was hot in the rickety little bus and I was on the wrong side where the July sun beat on the windows. I shifted uncomfortably inside my best suit and eased a finger inside the constricting white collar. It was a foolish outfit for this weather but a few miles ahead, my prospective employer was waiting for me and I had to make a good impression.

There was a lot of hanging on this interview; being a newly qualified veterinary surgeon in this year of 1937 was like taking out a ticket for the dole queue. Agriculture was depressed by a decade of government neglect; the draught horse which had been the mainstay of the profession was fast disappearing. It was easy to a prophet of doom when the young men emerging from the colleges after a hard five years’ slog were faced by a world indifferent to their enthusiasm and bursting knowledge. There were usually two or three situations vacant in the Record each week and an average of eighty applicants for each one.

It hadn’t seemed true when the letter came from Darrowby in the Yorkshire Dales. Mr. Siegfried Farnon would like to see me on the Friday afternoon; I was to come to tea and if we were mutually suited I could stay on as an assistant. I had grabbed at the lifeline unbelievingly; so many friends who had qualified with me were unemployed or working in shops or as labourers in the shipyards that I had given up hope of any other future for myself.

The driver crashed his gears again as he went into another steep bend. We had been climbing steadily now for the last fifteen miles or so, moving closer to the distant blue swells of the Pennines. I had never been in Yorkshire before but the name had always raised a picture of a county as stodgy and unromantic as its pudding; I was prepared for solid worth, dullness and a total lack of charm. But as the bus groaned its way higher I began to wonder. The formless heights were resolving into high, grassy hills and wide valleys. In the valley bottoms, rivers twisted among the trees and solid grey-stone farmhouses lay among islands of cultivated land which pushed bright green promontories up the hillsides into the dark tide of heather which lapped from the summits.

I had seen the fences and hedges give way to dry stone walls which bordered the roads, enclosed the fields and climbed endlessly over the surrounding fells. The walls were everywhere, countless miles of them, tracing their patterns high on the green uplands.

But I neared my destination the horror stories kept forcing their way into my mind; the tales brought back to college by veterans hardened and embittered by a few months of practice. Assistants were just little bits of dirt to be starved and worked into the ground by the principals who were heartless and vicious to a man. Dave Stevens, lighting a cigarette with trembling hand: “Never a night off or a half day. He made me wash the car, dig the garden, mow the lawn, do the family shopping. But when he told me to sweep the chimney, I left”.

Oh hell, that one couldn’t be true. I cursed my fevered imagination. No, it couldn’t be as bad as that; I rubbed my sweating palms on my knees and tried to concentrate on the man I was going to meet. Siegfried Farnon, Strange name for a vet in the Yorkshire Dales. Probably a German who had done his training in this country and decided to set up in practice. And it wouldn’t have been Farnon in the beginning; probably Farrenen. He was beginning to take shape: short, fat, with merry eyes and a bubbling laugh. But at the same time I had trouble with the obtruding image of a hulking, cold-eyed, bristle-skulled Teuton more in keeping with the popular idea of the practice boss.

I realized the bus was clattering along a narrow street which opened on to a square where we stopped. We had arrived.

It was hot in the rickety little bus and I was on the wrong side where the July sun beat on the windows. I shifted uncomfortably inside my best suit and eased a finger inside the constricting white collar. It was a foolish outfit for this weather but a few miles ahead, my prospective employer was waiting for me and I had to make a good impression.

There was a lot of hanging on this interview; being a newly qualified veterinary surgeon in this year of 1937 was like taking out a ticket for the dole queue. Agriculture was depressed by a decade of government neglect; the draught horse which had been the mainstay of the profession was fast disappearing. It was easy to a prophet of doom when the young men emerging from the colleges after a hard five years’ slog were faced by a world indifferent to their enthusiasm and bursting knowledge. There were usually two or three situations vacant in the Record each week and an average of eighty applicants for each one.

It hadn’t seemed true when the letter came from Darrowby in the Yorkshire Dales. Mr. Siegfried Farnon would like to see me on the Friday afternoon; I was to come to tea and if we were mutually suited I could stay on as an assistant. I had grabbed at the lifeline unbelievingly; so many friends who had qualified with me were unemployed or working in shops or as labourers in the shipyards that I had given up hope of any other future for myself.

The driver crashed his gears again as he went into another steep bend. We had been climbing steadily now for the last fifteen miles or so, moving closer to the distant blue swells of the Pennines. I had never been in Yorkshire before but the name had always raised a picture of a county as stodgy and unromantic as its pudding; I was prepared for solid worth, dullness and a total lack of charm. But as the bus groaned its way higher I began to wonder. The formless heights were resolving into high, grassy hills and wide valleys. In the valley bottoms, rivers twisted among the trees and solid grey-stone farmhouses lay among islands of cultivated land which pushed bright green promontories up the hillsides into the dark tide of heather which lapped from the summits.

I had seen the fences and hedges give way to dry stone walls which bordered the roads, enclosed the fields and climbed endlessly over the surrounding fells. The walls were everywhere, countless miles of them, tracing their patterns high on the green uplands.

But I neared my destination the horror stories kept forcing their way into my mind; the tales brought back to college by veterans hardened and embittered by a few months of practice. Assistants were just little bits of dirt to be starved and worked into the ground by the principals who were heartless and vicious to a man. Dave Stevens, lighting a cigarette with trembling hand: “Never a night off or a half day. He made me wash the car, dig the garden, mow the lawn, do the family shopping. But when he told me to sweep the chimney, I left”.

Oh hell, that one couldn’t be true. I cursed my fevered imagination. No, it couldn’t be as bad as that; I rubbed my sweating palms on my knees and tried to concentrate on the man I was going to meet. Siegfried Farnon, Strange name for a vet in the Yorkshire Dales. Probably a German who had done his training in this country and decided to set up in practice. And it wouldn’t have been Farnon in the beginning; probably Farrenen. He was beginning to take shape: short, fat, with merry eyes and a bubbling laugh. But at the same time I had trouble with the obtruding image of a hulking, cold-eyed, bristle-skulled Teuton more in keeping with the popular idea of the practice boss.

I realized the bus was clattering along a narrow street which opened on to a square where we stopped. We had arrived.

It was hot in the rickety little bus and I was on the wrong side where the July sun beat on the windows. I shifted uncomfortably inside my best suit and eased a finger inside the constricting white collar. It was a foolish outfit for this weather but a few miles ahead, my prospective employer was waiting for me and I had to make a good impression.

There was a lot of hanging on this interview; being a newly qualified veterinary surgeon in this year of 1937 was like taking out a ticket for the dole queue. Agriculture was depressed by a decade of government neglect; the draught horse which had been the mainstay of the profession was fast disappearing. It was easy to a prophet of doom when the young men emerging from the colleges after a hard five years’ slog were faced by a world indifferent to their enthusiasm and bursting knowledge. There were usually two or three situations vacant in the Record each week and an average of eighty applicants for each one.

It hadn’t seemed true when the letter came from Darrowby in the Yorkshire Dales. Mr. Siegfried Farnon would like to see me on the Friday afternoon; I was to come to tea and if we were mutually suited I could stay on as an assistant. I had grabbed at the lifeline unbelievingly; so many friends who had qualified with me were unemployed or working in shops or as labourers in the shipyards that I had given up hope of any other future for myself.

The driver crashed his gears again as he went into another steep bend. We had been climbing steadily now for the last fifteen miles or so, moving closer to the distant blue swells of the Pennines. I had never been in Yorkshire before but the name had always raised a picture of a county as stodgy and unromantic as its pudding; I was prepared for solid worth, dullness and a total lack of charm. But as the bus groaned its way higher I began to wonder. The formless heights were resolving into high, grassy hills and wide valleys. In the valley bottoms, rivers twisted among the trees and solid grey-stone farmhouses lay among islands of cultivated land which pushed bright green promontories up the hillsides into the dark tide of heather which lapped from the summits.

I had seen the fences and hedges give way to dry stone walls which bordered the roads, enclosed the fields and climbed endlessly over the surrounding fells. The walls were everywhere, countless miles of them, tracing their patterns high on the green uplands.

But I neared my destination the horror stories kept forcing their way into my mind; the tales brought back to college by veterans hardened and embittered by a few months of practice. Assistants were just little bits of dirt to be starved and worked into the ground by the principals who were heartless and vicious to a man. Dave Stevens, lighting a cigarette with trembling hand: “Never a night off or a half day. He made me wash the car, dig the garden, mow the lawn, do the family shopping. But when he told me to sweep the chimney, I left”.

Oh hell, that one couldn’t be true. I cursed my fevered imagination. No, it couldn’t be as bad as that; I rubbed my sweating palms on my knees and tried to concentrate on the man I was going to meet. Siegfried Farnon, Strange name for a vet in the Yorkshire Dales. Probably a German who had done his training in this country and decided to set up in practice. And it wouldn’t have been Farnon in the beginning; probably Farrenen. He was beginning to take shape: short, fat, with merry eyes and a bubbling laugh. But at the same time I had trouble with the obtruding image of a hulking, cold-eyed, bristle-skulled Teuton more in keeping with the popular idea of the practice boss.

I realized the bus was clattering along a narrow street which opened on to a square where we stopped. We had arrived.

It was hot in the rickety little bus and I was on the wrong side where the July sun beat on the windows. I shifted uncomfortably inside my best suit and eased a finger inside the constricting white collar. It was a foolish outfit for this weather but a few miles ahead, my prospective employer was waiting for me and I had to make a good impression.

There was a lot of hanging on this interview; being a newly qualified veterinary surgeon in this year of 1937 was like taking out a ticket for the dole queue. Agriculture was depressed by a decade of government neglect; the draught horse which had been the mainstay of the profession was fast disappearing. It was easy to a prophet of doom when the young men emerging from the colleges after a hard five years’ slog were faced by a world indifferent to their enthusiasm and bursting knowledge. There were usually two or three situations vacant in the Record each week and an average of eighty applicants for each one.

It hadn’t seemed true when the letter came from Darrowby in the Yorkshire Dales. Mr. Siegfried Farnon would like to see me on the Friday afternoon; I was to come to tea and if we were mutually suited I could stay on as an assistant. I had grabbed at the lifeline unbelievingly; so many friends who had qualified with me were unemployed or working in shops or as labourers in the shipyards that I had given up hope of any other future for myself.

The driver crashed his gears again as he went into another steep bend. We had been climbing steadily now for the last fifteen miles or so, moving closer to the distant blue swells of the Pennines. I had never been in Yorkshire before but the name had always raised a picture of a county as stodgy and unromantic as its pudding; I was prepared for solid worth, dullness and a total lack of charm. But as the bus groaned its way higher I began to wonder. The formless heights were resolving into high, grassy hills and wide valleys. In the valley bottoms, rivers twisted among the trees and solid grey-stone farmhouses lay among islands of cultivated land which pushed bright green promontories up the hillsides into the dark tide of heather which lapped from the summits.

I had seen the fences and hedges give way to dry stone walls which bordered the roads, enclosed the fields and climbed endlessly over the surrounding fells. The walls were everywhere, countless miles of them, tracing their patterns high on the green uplands.

But I neared my destination the horror stories kept forcing their way into my mind; the tales brought back to college by veterans hardened and embittered by a few months of practice. Assistants were just little bits of dirt to be starved and worked into the ground by the principals who were heartless and vicious to a man. Dave Stevens, lighting a cigarette with trembling hand: “Never a night off or a half day. He made me wash the car, dig the garden, mow the lawn, do the family shopping. But when he told me to sweep the chimney, I left”.

Oh hell, that one couldn’t be true. I cursed my fevered imagination. No, it couldn’t be as bad as that; I rubbed my sweating palms on my knees and tried to concentrate on the man I was going to meet. Siegfried Farnon, Strange name for a vet in the Yorkshire Dales. Probably a German who had done his training in this country and decided to set up in practice. And it wouldn’t have been Farnon in the beginning; probably Farrenen. He was beginning to take shape: short, fat, with merry eyes and a bubbling laugh. But at the same time I had trouble with the obtruding image of a hulking, cold-eyed, bristle-skulled Teuton more in keeping with the popular idea of the practice boss.

I realized the bus was clattering along a narrow street which opened on to a square where we stopped. We had arrived.

(1) In 2003 the (EARLY)________ form of the popular Skype icon (LAUNCH)________.

(2) It was based on a simple yellow speech balloon.

(3) The icon (UNDERGO)________ several overhauls throughout the years.

(4) The current Skype icon (FEATURE)________ the letter “S” in white color with a bright blue background.

(5) The bubbly Skype logo (BASE)________ on the Arial Rounded MT Bold typeface.

(6) It features the company name on a series of circles which collectively (MAKE)________ a “cloud”.

(7) The blue color in the Skype logo (REPRESENT)________ communication, prosperity and the emotion of hope; whereas the white color represents peace and harmony.

(1) In 2003 the (EARLY)________ form of the popular Skype icon (LAUNCH)________.

(2) It was based on a simple yellow speech balloon. (3) The icon (UNDERGO)________ several overhauls throughout the years.

(4) The current Skype icon (FEATURE)________ the letter “S” in white color with a bright blue background.

(5) The bubbly Skype logo (BASE)________ on the Arial Rounded MT Bold typeface.

(6) It features the company name on a series of circles which collectively (MAKE)________ a “cloud”.

(7) The blue color in the Skype logo (REPRESENT)________ communication, prosperity and the emotion of hope; whereas the white color represents peace and harmony.

(1) In 2003 the (EARLY)________ form of the popular Skype icon (LAUNCH)________.

(2) It was based on a simple yellow speech balloon.

(3) The icon (UNDERGO)________ several overhauls throughout the years.

(4) The current Skype icon (FEATURE)________ the letter “S” in white color with a bright blue background.

(5) The bubbly Skype logo (BASE)________ on the Arial Rounded MT Bold typeface.

(6) It features the company name on a series of circles which collectively (MAKE)________ a “cloud”.

(7) The blue color in the Skype logo (REPRESENT)________ communication, prosperity and the emotion of hope; whereas the white color represents peace and harmony.

(1) In 2003 the (EARLY)________ form of the popular Skype icon (LAUNCH)________.

(2) It was based on a simple yellow speech balloon.

(3) The icon (UNDERGO)________ several overhauls throughout the years.

(4) The current Skype icon (FEATURE)________ the letter “S” in white color with a bright blue background.

(5) The bubbly Skype logo (BASE)________ on the Arial Rounded MT Bold typeface.

(6) It features the company name on a series of circles which collectively (MAKE)________ a “cloud”.

(7) The blue color in the Skype logo (REPRESENT)________ communication, prosperity and the emotion of hope; whereas the white color represents peace and harmony.

(1) In 2003 the (EARLY)________ form of the popular Skype icon (LAUNCH)________.

(2) It was based on a simple yellow speech balloon.

(3) The icon (UNDERGO)________ several overhauls throughout the years.

(4) The current Skype icon (FEATURE)________ the letter “S” in white color with a bright blue background.

(5) The bubbly Skype logo (BASE)________ on the Arial Rounded MT Bold typeface.

(6) It features the company name on a series of circles which collectively (MAKE)________ a “cloud”.

(7) The blue color in the Skype logo (REPRESENT)________ communication, prosperity and the emotion of hope; whereas the white color represents peace and harmony.

(1) In 2003 the (EARLY)________ form of the popular Skype icon (LAUNCH) ________.

(2) It was based on a simple yellow speech balloon. (3) The icon (UNDERGO)________ several overhauls throughout the years.

(4) The current Skype icon (FEATURE)________ the letter “S” in white color with a bright blue background.

(5) The bubbly Skype logo (BASE)________ on the Arial Rounded MT Bold typeface.

(6) It features the company name on a series of circles which collectively (MAKE)________ a “cloud”.

(7) The blue color in the Skype logo (REPRESENT)________ communication, prosperity and the emotion of hope; whereas the white color represents peace and harmony.

(1) In 2003 the (EARLY)________ form of the popular Skype icon (LAUNCH)________.

(2) It was based on a simple yellow speech balloon. (3) The icon (UNDERGO)________ several overhauls throughout the years.

(4) The current Skype icon (FEATURE)________ the letter “S” in white color with a bright blue background.

(5) The bubbly Skype logo (BASE)________ on the Arial Rounded MT Bold typeface.

(6) It features the company name on a series of circles which collectively (MAKE)________ a “cloud”.

(7) The blue color in the Skype logo (REPRESENT)________ communication, prosperity and the emotion of hope; whereas the white color represents peace and harmony.

(1) Our (SURVIVE)________ depends directly upon the health of our global ecosystems.

(2) Coral covers only about 0,2 percent of the Earth’s surface, yet coral reefs support 25 percent of all marine life with more (DENSE)________ of life in reefs than any in other ocean habitat.

(3) In the very near future, many coral reefs may stop existing.

(4) Coral reefs around the world are being impacted at an alarming rate.

(5) (GLOBAL)________, coral reefs experience rising ocean temperatures.

(6) Locally, reefs face many other threats from (TOUR)________ to building wastes, further compounding their degradation.

(7) Human life is affected largely by the soundness of our world’s coral reef.

(8) Coral contributes over 30 billion dollars to the world economy each year.

(9) New strains of antibiotics are emerging from coral reef studies to help fight diseases.

(10) Coral reefs help drive our weather and provide shoreline (PROTECT)________ for human homes and cities, buffering areas from potentially damaging storms and ocean swells.

(11) Coral reefs are in trouble and need our help.

(12) Coral is damaged when tourism goes unchecked and snorkelers or (DIVE)________ are not educated about how to treat reefs.

(13) Many of these threats can be prevented through communication and education, but people continue to harm coral reefs worldwide.

(1) Our (SURVIVE)________ depends directly upon the health of our global ecosystems.

(2) Coral covers only about 0,2 percent of the Earth’s surface, yet coral reefs support 25 percent of all marine life with more (DENSE)________ of life in reefs than any in other ocean habitat.

(3) In the very near future, many coral reefs may stop existing.

(4) Coral reefs around the world are being impacted at an alarming rate.

(5) (GLOBAL)________, coral reefs experience rising ocean temperatures.

(6) Locally, reefs face many other threats from (TOUR)________ to building wastes, further compounding their degradation.

(7) Human life is affected largely by the soundness of our world’s coral reef.

(8) Coral contributes over 30 billion dollars to the world economy each year.

(9) New strains of antibiotics are emerging from coral reef studies to help fight diseases.

(10) Coral reefs help drive our weather and provide shoreline (PROTECT)________ for human homes and cities, buffering areas from potentially damaging storms and ocean swells.

(11) Coral reefs are in trouble and need our help.

(12) Coral is damaged when tourism goes unchecked and snorkelers or (DIVE)________ are not educated about how to treat reefs.

(13) Many of these threats can be prevented through communication and education, but people continue to harm coral reefs worldwide.

(1) Our (SURVIVE)________ depends directly upon the health of our global ecosystems.

(2) Coral covers only about 0,2 percent of the Earth’s surface, yet coral reefs support 25 percent of all marine life with more (DENSE)________ of life in reefs than any in other ocean habitat.

(3) In the very near future, many coral reefs may stop existing.

(4) Coral reefs around the world are being impacted at an alarming rate.

(5) (GLOBAL)________, coral reefs experience rising ocean temperatures.

(6) Locally, reefs face many other threats from (TOUR)________ to building wastes, further compounding their degradation.

(7) Human life is affected largely by the soundness of our world’s coral reef.

(8) Coral contributes over 30 billion dollars to the world economy each year.

(9) New strains of antibiotics are emerging from coral reef studies to help fight diseases.

(10) Coral reefs help drive our weather and provide shoreline (PROTECT)________ for human homes and cities, buffering areas from potentially damaging storms and ocean swells.

(11) Coral reefs are in trouble and need our help.

(12) Coral is damaged when tourism goes unchecked and snorkelers or (DIVE)________ are not educated about how to treat reefs.

(13) Many of these threats can be prevented through communication and education, but people continue to harm coral reefs worldwide.

(1) Our (SURVIVE)________ depends directly upon the health of our global ecosystems.

(2) Coral covers only about 0,2 percent of the Earth’s surface, yet coral reefs support 25 percent of all marine life with more (DENSE)________ of life in reefs than any in other ocean habitat.

(3) In the very near future, many coral reefs may stop existing.

(4) Coral reefs around the world are being impacted at an alarming rate.

(5) (GLOBAL)________, coral reefs experience rising ocean temperatures.

(6) Locally, reefs face many other threats from (TOUR)________ to building wastes, further compounding their degradation.

(7) Human life is affected largely by the soundness of our world’s coral reef.

(8) Coral contributes over 30 billion dollars to the world economy each year.

(9) New strains of antibiotics are emerging from coral reef studies to help fight diseases.

(10) Coral reefs help drive our weather and provide shoreline (PROTECT)________ for human homes and cities, buffering areas from potentially damaging storms and ocean swells.

(11) Coral reefs are in trouble and need our help.

(12) Coral is damaged when tourism goes unchecked and snorkelers or (DIVE)________ are not educated about how to treat reefs.

(13) Many of these threats can be prevented through communication and education, but people continue to harm coral reefs worldwide.

(1) Our (SURVIVE)________ depends directly upon the health of our global ecosystems.

(2) Coral covers only about 0,2 percent of the Earth’s surface, yet coral reefs support 25 percent of all marine life with more (DENSE)________ of life in reefs than any in other ocean habitat.

(3) In the very near future, many coral reefs may stop existing.

(4) Coral reefs around the world are being impacted at an alarming rate.

(5) (GLOBAL)________, coral reefs experience rising ocean temperatures.

(6) Locally, reefs face many other threats from (TOUR)________ to building wastes, further compounding their degradation.

(7) Human life is affected largely by the soundness of our world’s coral reef.

(8) Coral contributes over 30 billion dollars to the world economy each year.

(9) New strains of antibiotics are emerging from coral reef studies to help fight diseases.

(10) Coral reefs help drive our weather and provide shoreline (PROTECT)________ for human homes and cities, buffering areas from potentially damaging storms and ocean swells.

(11) Coral reefs are in trouble and need our help.

(12) Coral is damaged when tourism goes unchecked and snorkelers or (DIVE)________ are not educated about how to treat reefs.

(13) Many of these threats can be prevented through communication and education, but people continue to harm coral reefs worldwide.

(1) Our (SURVIVE)________ depends directly upon the health of our global ecosystems.

(2) Coral covers only about 0,2 percent of the Earth’s surface, yet coral reefs support 25 percent of all marine life with more (DENSE)________ of life in reefs than any in other ocean habitat.

(3) In the very near future, many coral reefs may stop existing.

(4) Coral reefs around the world are being impacted at an alarming rate.

(5) (GLOBAL)________, coral reefs experience rising ocean temperatures.

(6) Locally, reefs face many other threats from (TOUR)________ to building wastes, further compounding their degradation.

(7) Human life is affected largely by the soundness of our world’s coral reef.

(8) Coral contributes over 30 billion dollars to the world economy each year.

(9) New strains of antibiotics are emerging from coral reef studies to help fight diseases.

(10) Coral reefs help drive our weather and provide shoreline (PROTECT)________ for human homes and cities, buffering areas from potentially damaging storms and ocean swells.

(11) Coral reefs are in trouble and need our help.

(12) Coral is damaged when tourism goes unchecked and snorkelers or (DIVE)________ are not educated about how to treat reefs.

(13) Many of these threats can be prevented through communication and education, but people continue to harm coral reefs worldwide.

Most pubs in Bermuda have two TVs, one for cricket and one for baseball. In recent decades, American cultural (A)________ over this little archipelago in the western Atlantic has been strong, but it remains a British Overseas Territory — the oldest of all.

Bermuda is oldfashioned, democratic and very friendly — (B)________ the eye of any stranger in the street and they’ll smile and say hello.

The island was known (C)________ the Spanish but still uninhabited in 1609, when Sir George Somers ran aground on a sandbank in a storm and claimed it for the Crown. The “pretty” town of St George’s, which he founded, is the oldest English community in the New World.

Pink is the island’s “defining colour”. It’s a popular shade for the neatly pressed Bermuda shorts (D)________ by some locals (usually with a jacket and a tie).

Many of the island’s bungalows are pink, its buses are pink — and so are its beaches, (E)________ to grains of coral in the sand.

(F)________ Bermuda’s other natural wonders are Crystal Cave — a cavern complex with stalagmites and stalactites — and its rich bird’s life: like Prospero’s isle, “full of noises, sounds and sweet airs”, Bermuda “thrums to the sound of birdsong (G)________ dawn and twilight”.

Most pubs in Bermuda have two TVs, one for cricket and one for baseball. In recent decades, American cultural (A)________ over this little archipelago in the western Atlantic has been strong, but it remains a British Overseas Territory — the oldest of all.

Bermuda is oldfashioned, democratic and very friendly — (B)________ the eye of any stranger in the street and they’ll smile and say hello.

The island was known (C)________ the Spanish but still uninhabited in 1609, when Sir George Somers ran aground on a sandbank in a storm and claimed it for the Crown. The “pretty” town of St George’s, which he founded, is the oldest English community in the New World.

Pink is the island’s “defining colour”. It’s a popular shade for the neatly pressed Bermuda shorts (D)________ by some locals (usually with a jacket and a tie).

Many of the island’s bungalows are pink, its buses are pink — and so are its beaches, (E)________ to grains of coral in the sand.

(F)________ Bermuda’s other natural wonders are Crystal Cave — a cavern complex with stalagmites and stalactites — and its rich bird’s life: like Prospero’s isle, “full of noises, sounds and sweet airs”, Bermuda “thrums to the sound of birdsong (G)________ dawn and twilight”.

Most pubs in Bermuda have two TVs, one for cricket and one for baseball. In recent decades, American cultural (A)________ over this little archipelago in the western Atlantic has been strong, but it remains a British Overseas Territory — the oldest of all.

Bermuda is oldfashioned, democratic and very friendly — (B)________ the eye of any stranger in the street and they’ll smile and say hello.

The island was known (C)________ the Spanish but still uninhabited in 1609, when Sir George Somers ran aground on a sandbank in a storm and claimed it for the Crown. The “pretty” town of St George’s, which he founded, is the oldest English community in the New World.

Pink is the island’s “defining colour”. It’s a popular shade for the neatly pressed Bermuda shorts (D)________ by some locals (usually with a jacket and a tie).

Many of the island’s bungalows are pink, its buses are pink — and so are its beaches, (E)________ to grains of coral in the sand.

(F)________ Bermuda’s other natural wonders are Crystal Cave — a cavern complex with stalagmites and stalactites — and its rich bird’s life: like Prospero’s isle, “full of noises, sounds and sweet airs”, Bermuda “thrums to the sound of birdsong (G)________ dawn and twilight”.

Most pubs in Bermuda have two TVs, one for cricket and one for baseball. In recent decades, American cultural (A)________ over this little archipelago in the western Atlantic has been strong, but it remains a British Overseas Territory — the oldest of all.

Bermuda is oldfashioned, democratic and very friendly — (B)________ the eye of any stranger in the street and they’ll smile and say hello.

The island was known (C)________ the Spanish but still uninhabited in 1609, when Sir George Somers ran aground on a sandbank in a storm and claimed it for the Crown. The “pretty” town of St George’s, which he founded, is the oldest English community in the New World.

Pink is the island’s “defining colour”. It’s a popular shade for the neatly pressed Bermuda shorts (D)________ by some locals (usually with a jacket and a tie).

Many of the island’s bungalows are pink, its buses are pink — and so are its beaches, (E)________ to grains of coral in the sand.

(F)________ Bermuda’s other natural wonders are Crystal Cave — a cavern complex with stalagmites and stalactites — and its rich bird’s life: like Prospero’s isle, “full of noises, sounds and sweet airs”, Bermuda “thrums to the sound of birdsong (G)________ dawn and twilight”.

Most pubs in Bermuda have two TVs, one for cricket and one for baseball. In recent decades, American cultural (A)________ over this little archipelago in the western Atlantic has been strong, but it remains a British Overseas Territory — the oldest of all.

Bermuda is oldfashioned, democratic and very friendly — (B)________ the eye of any stranger in the street and they’ll smile and say hello.

The island was known (C)________ the Spanish but still uninhabited in 1609, when Sir George Somers ran aground on a sandbank in a storm and claimed it for the Crown. The “pretty” town of St George’s, which he founded, is the oldest English community in the New World.

Pink is the island’s “defining colour”. It’s a popular shade for the neatly pressed Bermuda shorts (D)________ by some locals (usually with a jacket and a tie).

Many of the island’s bungalows are pink, its buses are pink — and so are its beaches, (E)________ to grains of coral in the sand.

(F)________ Bermuda’s other natural wonders are Crystal Cave — a cavern complex with stalagmites and stalactites — and its rich bird’s life: like Prospero’s isle, “full of noises, sounds and sweet airs”, Bermuda “thrums to the sound of birdsong (G)________ dawn and twilight”.

Most pubs in Bermuda have two TVs, one for cricket and one for baseball. In recent decades, American cultural (A)________ over this little archipelago in the western Atlantic has been strong, but it remains a British Overseas Territory — the oldest of all.

Bermuda is oldfashioned, democratic and very friendly — (B)________ the eye of any stranger in the street and they’ll smile and say hello.

The island was known (C)________ the Spanish but still uninhabited in 1609, when Sir George Somers ran aground on a sandbank in a storm and claimed it for the Crown. The “pretty” town of St George’s, which he founded, is the oldest English community in the New World.

Pink is the island’s “defining colour”. It’s a popular shade for the neatly pressed Bermuda shorts (D)________ by some locals (usually with a jacket and a tie).

Many of the island’s bungalows are pink, its buses are pink — and so are its beaches, (E)________ to grains of coral in the sand.

(F)________ Bermuda’s other natural wonders are Crystal Cave — a cavern complex with stalagmites and stalactites — and its rich bird’s life: like Prospero’s isle, “full of noises, sounds and sweet airs”, Bermuda “thrums to the sound of birdsong (G)________ dawn and twilight”.

Most pubs in Bermuda have two TVs, one for cricket and one for baseball. In recent decades, American cultural (A)________ over this little archipelago in the western Atlantic has been strong, but it remains a British Overseas Territory — the oldest of all.

Bermuda is oldfashioned, democratic and very friendly — (B)________ the eye of any stranger in the street and they’ll smile and say hello.

The island was known (C)________ the Spanish but still uninhabited in 1609, when Sir George Somers ran aground on a sandbank in a storm and claimed it for the Crown. The “pretty” town of St George’s, which he founded, is the oldest English community in the New World.

Pink is the island’s “defining colour”. It’s a popular shade for the neatly pressed Bermuda shorts (D)________ by some locals (usually with a jacket and a tie).

Many of the island’s bungalows are pink, its buses are pink — and so are its beaches, (E)________ to grains of coral in the sand.

(F)________ Bermuda’s other natural wonders are Crystal Cave — a cavern complex with stalagmites and stalactites — and its rich bird’s life: like Prospero’s isle, “full of noises, sounds and sweet airs”, Bermuda “thrums to the sound of birdsong (G)________ dawn and twilight”.