сочинение про любое насекомое (50-60 слов по английски)
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Ответ:
Ants are creatures as common as any of us, like birds or cats. They are ubiquitous and very numerous, from rainforests to arid deserts. Ants live in soil, rocks and trees — it’s easier to say where they are not than to list the places where they are common. And they are not only in Antarctica, where there are eternal frosts, and on the peaks of the highest mountains of the Earth
Объяснение:
Возможно это не совсем хорошо но, как смог
На англ:
Answer: Early in the morning, the sun woke up. It yawned, reached out and with its ray caught on a piece of dandelion. The dandelion turned his yellow head to the sun, and dewdrops sparkled on it like pearl beads.
And here is our grasshopper Doremy. He had already washed in a transparent dewdrop and began to tune his violin.
Suddenly, somewhere above, a rustle was heard very close. Doremy looked up and took a closer look. An incomprehensible object was attached directly above it, to a branch. Someone really scrubbed inside him.
“Who lives there, in this strange house?”
Doremy sat comfortably, on the edge of the leaf, and began to watch.
Meanwhile, a hole appeared in the wall of the object. From there the head peered out, then the paws that clung to a twig. The amazing lady pulled herself up, crawled out of her house and froze.
Doremy examined the stranger with curiosity. She was wrapped in a diaper.
- Who is it?
Meanwhile, the diaper, on the body of a stranger, began to straighten and soon turned into bright, yellow wings.
- So you turn out to be a butterfly! Doremy said loudly.
The stranger flinched in surprise. She looked around and finally saw a grasshopper.
I heard right - she asked - you called me a butterfly?
- Of course. We have a lot of butterflies flying in the clearing, but I’ve never seen one so beautiful as you! - admired Doremy.
The butterfly began to examine itself. She pawed her wings. Then, she suddenly exclaimed:
- I turned into a butterfly, what a blessing!
“How strange she is,” thought Doremy. And then he asked: - Are you happy that you were born a butterfly?
“I'm glad I turned into a butterfly.” I was born a long time ago, but talk about it for a long time.
“And I'm interested in listening, please tell me.”
And then the butterfly told him her story:
- Last summer, I hatched from a testicle that my mother laid. I was told that she was a very beautiful butterfly.
Doremy opened his mouth in surprise.
- You heard right. Indeed, almost a year has passed since then, she said. I was born clumsy and long, not at all like my beautiful mother. "You are not a butterfly, you are a caterpillar," they all told me.
Some tried to reassure me, but it was useless. I was offended by the whole world, climbed on a bush and hid in its foliage. And so she spent the whole summer eating leaflets. Therefore, by the fall it became big and thick.
“And then what happened?” Doremy asked impatiently.
- Then the rains began, and it became cold. A strong wind rose and all the leaves from the bush flew off somewhere.
“You could have frozen!” - the grasshopper was indignant.
“Of course she could if she had not woven this little house for herself.” - said the butterfly.
“You weaved it yourself!” And from what?
“Then I knew how to spin yarn.” The threads were thin and shiny.
“You're just a craftswoman, butterfly!” - admired Doremy.
The butterfly was pleased that she was praised.
“You know,” she said. “I tried very hard.” I got a house like a warm coat.
- And you completely closed there, with a head? - curious grasshopper
- Yes, I was inside my fur coat, and became like a small swaddled chrysalis. The wind did not penetrate.