Предмет: Қазақ тiлi, автор: Dghdbdv

Пж помогите дам 30 бала пж!!!
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Автор ответа: nagasybajajaulym
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А)Жоспар:

1.Қожаның ашулануы

2.Майқановамен сөзге келіп қалуы

3.Жантаспен Қожажаның төбелесуі

Ә) ден өзін айтып бересің

Б)да солай тауып оқисың

А В)мен Г) ні білмеймін көмектестім деп ойлаймын

Я не знаю ответы на в) и г) Надеюсь помог

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The Catcher in the Rye
Chapter 4
"Where is the light?" I couldn't find the light. Finally, I turned it on.
"Jesus!" Ackley said. "What the hell happened to you?"
"I had a little goddam fight with Stradlater," I said. "It's a long story. I don't want to bore you, Ackley." I never discussed my personal life with him. "Do you have any cigarettes, by any chance?"
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I heard old Stradlater come back in our room. You could hear him opening the window, turning off the light. He didn't even look around to see where I was at.
I got up and went out in the corridor. Everybody was asleep or out or home for the weekend, and it was very, very quiet and depressing in the corridor. All of a sudden, I decided what I would do. I'd get the hell out of Pencey - right that same night. I decided to take a room in a hotel in New York - some very inexpensive hotel - and just take it easy till Wednesday. Then on Wensday, I'd go home.
So I went back to the room and turned on the light, to start packing and all. Old Stradlater didn't even wake up. It only took me about two minnutes. After I got packed, I counted my money. I don't remember exactly how much I had, but quite a lot.
When I was ready to go, I stood for a while and look a last look down the goddam corridor. I was sort of crying. I don't know why.
I put my red hunting hat on, and turned the peak around to the back, the way I like it, and then I shouted very loudly, "Sleep tight, you morons!" I think I woke up everybody.Then I got out.
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I was quite lucky when i got to the station, because I only had to wait about ten minutes for a train. While I waited, I got some snow in my hand and washed my face with it. I still had a bit of blood on.
Usually I like riding on trains. I buy a ham sandwith and about four magazines. If I'm on a train at night, I can usually even read one of those stupid stories in a magazine. But this time it was different. I just didn't feel like it. I tiik off my hunting hat and put it in my pocket.
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"Yes, I do. He's in my class."
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