Предмет: Русский язык, автор: vitaliidyadyun

475. 1. Восстановите буквенный облик слов по их фонетической
записи.
[в'исна], [м'от], [цырк], [жыз'н'], [гара], [р'этк'иј'],
[вл'ису].помогите пожалуйста ​

Ответы

Автор ответа: EvaZnania2
3
  1. Весна
  2. Мёд
  3. Цирк
  4. Жизнь
  5. Гора
  6. Редкий
  7. В лесу
Автор ответа: diGgovn
2

Ответ:

весна,мёд,цирк, жизнь,гора,редкий, в лесу

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Llandudno
Llandudno is truly a fine and handsome place, built on a generously proportioned bay and lined along its broad front with a huddle of prim but gracious nineteenth-century hotels that reminded me in the fading light of a lineup of Victorian nannies. Llandudno was purpose-built as a resort in the mid-1800s, and it cultivates a nice old-fashioned air. I don’t suppose that Lewis Carroll, who famously strolled this front with little Alice Liddell in the 1860s, would notice a great deal of change today.
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1) fashionable 19th century resort.
2) beautiful growing resort.
3) place where Lewis Carroll lived.
4) place famous for its comfortable hotels.
А16 The phrase "veritable oceans" in paragraph 2 refers to
1) hotel dining rooms.
2) hotel guests wearing white hats.
3) old people dining in cafes.
4) buses crowded with old Welsh people.
А17 When choosing a guesthouse the narrator was worried because he
1) wasn’t good at making the right choice.
2) could not find a place run by a kind old widow.
3) did not know what to look for.
4) missed his wife for help.
А18 The narrator thought that the choice of a guesthouse used to be easier because
1) all hotels had a private bathroom.
2) there were fewer options on offer.
3) there were fewer guest houses.
4) they were all of B&B type.
А19 Why did the narrator agree to the room?
1) He felt sorry for the landlord.
2) He could not refuse the offer.
3) It was really cheap.
4) There was a TV and a coffee maker.
А20 Why was the bath out of the question?
1) The water was too cold.
2) There was no hot water.
3) The bathtub was dirty.
4) There was no light.
А21 What is the narrator’s attitude towards the room he stayed in?
1) Surprised.
2) Indifferent.
3) Positive.
4) Critical.
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