Предмет: Українська мова, автор: KatushaYushkova

Скласти речення з такими словосполученнями : сухий прийом, сухий вираз, суий кашель

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Автор ответа: Аноним

Коли я прийшла угості, менє чекав сухий прийом. ЇЇ мучив сухий кашель. Він кинув у мій бік якись сухий вираз.

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(by Fiona Goble)

Не saw her from behind and recognized her immediately. He walked faster until he was just ahead of her, then turned round, wondering whether to smile. It didn’t seem like fifteen years. She didn’t see him at first. She was looking in a shop window. He touched the sleeve of her jacket.
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‘Good heavens no,’ he said. ‘I’m still in London.’
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