Jane will call her sister later , ... ?
ПОЛУЧИТЬ ОТВЕТ They went abroad last year , ... ?
You sit next to me , ... ?
The girl's bike is red , ... ?
The parents haven't left yet , ... ?
The pupils usually go home with their parents, ... ?
Tom's going to sing a song, ... ?
My friends always support me , ... ?
It's rainy today, ... ?
Kate likes travelling , ... ?
What does the writer say about the main character's surname?
Прочитайте текст. Для каждого вопроса после текста выберите верный вариант ответа из предложенного списка. This is an extract adapted from a book about an American teenage boy. It feels as honest as the day is crummy that I begin this tale of total desperation and woe with me, my sister, Georgia, and Leonardo the Silent sitting like rotting sardines in the Hills Village Middle School. If you’ve ever been a middle schooler, you understand already. If you’re not in middle school yet, you’ll understand soon enough. But let’s face it: Understanding me—I mean, really understanding me and my nutty life—isn’t so easy. That’s why it’s so hard for me to find people I can trust. The truth is, I don’t know who I can trust. So mostly I don’t trust anybody. Except my mom, Jules. (Most of the time, anyway.) Getting back to the story, though, I do trust one other person. That would actually be Leonardo. Here are some other people I don’t trust as far as I can throw a truckload of pianos. There’s Ms. Ruthless Donatello, but you can just call her the Dragon Lady. She teaches English and also handles my favorite subject in sixth grade—after-school detention. Also Georgia, my supernosy, super-obnoxious, super-brat sister, whose only good quality is that she looks like Jules might have looked when she was in fourth grade. That was my first day at school. As soon as I got to the class, I went straight for the back row and sat as far from the teacher’s desk as possible. There was just one problem with that plan, and his name was Miller. It’s impossible to stay off this kid’s bad side, because it’s the only one he’s got. But I didn’t know any of that yet. “Sitting in the back, huh?” he said. “Yeah,” I told him. “Are you one of those troublemakers or something?” he said. I just shrugged. “I don’t know. Not really.” “’Cause this is where all the juvies sit,” he said, and took a step closer. “In fact, you’re in my seat.” “I don’t see your name on it,” I told him. “Let’s try that again,” he said. “This is my seat. Understand?” I understood, all right. But then, when I went to sit down again, Miller called over. “Uh-uh,” he said. “That one’s mine too.” Can you see where this is going? By the time our teacher, Mr. Rourke, rolled in, I was just standing there wondering what it might be like to spend the next nine months without sitting down. Rourke looked over the top of his glasses at me. “Excuse me, Mr.Khatch . . . Khatch-a . . . Khatch-a-dor—” “Khatchadorian,” I told him. “Gesundheit!” someone shouted, and the entire class started laughing. “Quiet!” Mr. Rourke said as he checked his attendance book for my name. “And how are you today, Rafe?” he said, smiling like there were cookies on the way. “Fine, thanks,” I answered. “Do you find our seating uncomfortable?” he asked me. “Not exactly,” I said, because I couldn’t really go into details. “Then sit down!” Since nobody else was stupid enough to sit right in front of Miller, that was the only seat left in the room.
