Ek. 7. (A, B) Supply "the" or 1. Because of the greenhouse effect" climate of the world is changing.
2. We can't be sure about the history of human race, but man developed
earlier than we think, though we certainly weren't around at the time of dinosaurs.
3. The Ancient Greeks believed in gods. The idea of God was not known to them.
Mr Stocks has shown that Egyptians used saws and drills.
saws and drills were made of copper.
5. My eldest son joined Navy and now my youngest wants to join Army.
6. In many countries the head of state is called President.
7.
Do you know who killed
President Lincoln?​

First of all let me introduce myself. My name is (свое имя). I'm (сколько тебе лет) years old. I'm at (в каком ты классе) grade. There are two more kids in the family besides - my elder brother Oleg and my younger sister Maria. Oleg is twenty-one, he attends a University, he will be a dentist. Maria is only twelve, she is a schoolgirl. I forgot to mention one more member of our family. It's our favourite poodle Tim.

My parents are not old at all. My Mum is forty, she works for newspaper. My Dad is forty-four, he is an engineer in computers. My parents love their jobs very much.

I'm doing quite well at school. My parents are proud of my marks. I go in for sports. I play basket-ball. In summer time I like yachting and windsurfing. I take part in different basket-ball competitions. In a year I shall finish my school and I have to decide what occupation to choose I have been studying English for seven years. I want to be a military interpreter. My grandparents are already retired. They like gardening and spend all their time growing tomatoes, potatoes, onions, strawberries, raspberries.

All of the poem is built on the antithesis: a vulgar earthly world is contrasted with the eternal, perfect.
I sat there ..
Somewhere sang
Full catering hall, but the hero does not hear its sound, he hears wonderful music."Somewhere sang" - where is it? Not from a different world these sounds?Interestingly, where the hero. It is not the first one in the works of the Bloc has a window seat.
And slowly passing between the drunken,
Always, without satellites, a,
Breathing perfume and mist,
She sits by the window.
Why is the window? Maybe it symbolizes the way out the window into the world of love and harmony, and the characters look this way? And they find. And the hero of the poem makes a scandalous, from the perspective of the lay of etiquette, act: sending a lady who came with her partner, a flower:
I sent you ...
Gold, like the sky, a,,.
The Black Rose in a glass of wine gold - a symbol, action hero - a challenge.Black - the color of sorrow and suffering, but rose from it no less beautiful, as well as the Beautiful Lady, the world soul which has appeared on the ground and turned into suffering beauty. And the heroine of the poem is the beauty in themselves, without even knowing about it. Hero puts a rose in a golden wine, not accidentally strange at first vzlyad comparison "golden as the sky." The sky symbolizes eternity, harmony, and the hero wants to rescue the Beautiful Lady of the vulgarity and hopelessness. Understand whether this rush of the heroine? Of course, understands, though trying hard to hide it. Maybe because I do not believe in salvation? But the deliberate harshness, contempt, nesootnosimoe with excitement, she did not interfere with hearing the same music of the eternal world, which hears the hero.
And now ...
And the heroine, feeling close to the hero walks away.
You tore the movement frightened the birds,
You was like my dream, is easy ...
Dream Romantic poets were perceived as the perfect outlet to the world, a dream reflects our subconscious is not controlled by reason, lets look into the recesses of the soul. Blok's lyrical hero is often the beauty of dreams. beauty of the soul of the hero lives, so he can see it everywhere, even in a crowded hall of the restaurant. Yes, the heroine goes. But it does not go from the hero, she leaves the restaurant hall, from the world of banality and vanity. It goes through the looking glass, in an ideal world and calls for a hero:
But from the depths of the room you're throwing me glances
And, throwing, screaming, "Catch!"
The hero did what he had to do. His action, he saved Beauty, Beautiful Lady, he returned to the world of eternity, and it does not matter whether the world objectively, or the world - the soul of a hero. And the earth with a squealing, instead of singing seems so pathetic and unnatural, like the lights "on the yellow dawn."