Предмет: Русский язык, автор: Алиса9123

4-5 пословиц о языке и речи. Образец:в доброй беседе всяк ума копит.

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Автор ответа: little0Annie

Блюди хлеб на обед,а слово на ответ.
Во многословии не без пустословия.
Говорит красно,да слушать тошно.
Говорить,так договаривать;а не договаривать,так не говорить.
Живое слово дороже мёртвой буквы.

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Laura and Catherine moped the entire drive. They didn’t want to campout. They didn’t want to sleep in a tent, or eat roots of lilies and drink dirty water from a stream. They didn’t want to run into any scary animals, but most of, they didn’t want to sleep in the dirt. All they wanted was to be home in their nice warm beds, with no bugs, wild animals, or dirt.

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"I’m not eating that!" Catherine said. "You cut its head off. What if you didn’t get all the guts out? That’s disgusting!"

"Don’t be silly, Catherine. Of course it’s clean. If you don’t eat the fish, you’ll have to go to bed hungry," Mum warned.

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