«Что это за дядя?» «Бедный, милый д

«Что это за дядя?» «Бедный, милый дядя», -ответил я. - «Он дарит мне книги с тех пор, как я научился читать. Он уже 20 лет живёт в Глазго и ни разу не выезжал оттуда из-за своего здоровыя». Потом разные писатели начали дарить мне свои книги из любви и уважения ко мне. Однажды я пришёл домой с книгой, которую подарил мне Золя. Жена стояла перед зеркалом. На ней было спросила жена.- «Почему я с ним не знакома?» новое платье. «Ты купила платье?»-спросил я. «Нет»,-ответила она.- «Мне подарил его твой друг». «Какой друг?» -закричал я. «Тот, который подарил тебе столько книг. Чарльз Диккенс». «Теперь мне ясно, почему последнее время у нас были такие плохие обеды».

Результаты (английский) 1:

"What is this uncle?" "Poor, dear uncle," I replied. - "It gives me a book since I learned to read. He was already 20 years lives in Glasgow and he never went out because of its zdorovyya ". Then various writers began to give me his book of love and respect for me. One day I came home with a book that gave me a Zola. Wife stood before the mirror. She was asked zhena.- "Why do I not know him?" A new dress. "You bought a dress?" - I asked. "No," - she replied, "I gave it to your friend." "Which one?" I -zakrichal. "The one who gave you so many books. Charles Dickens". "Now I understand why the last time we had such a bad lunch."

Результаты (английский) 2:

"What kind of uncle is that?" "Poor, dear uncle," I replied. He has lived in Glasgow for 20 years and has never left because of his healthy life." Then different writers started giving me their books out of love and respect for me. One day I came home with a book that I had given to zola. My wife was standing in front of a mirror. Her wife asked her, "Why don't I know him?" "Did you buy the dress?" "I asked, "No," she replied. "What friend?" I shouted. Charles Dickens." "Now it's clear to me why we've had such bad lunches lately."

Результаты (английский) 3:

"Whose uncle is this? "Poor, lovely uncle," I said. --"He has been sending books to me since I learned to read. He lived in Glasgow for 20 years and never left because he was healthy. Then different writers began to give me love and respect for their books. One day I came home with a book, which was given to me by grey. The wife stood in front of the mirror. "Why don't I know him?" "New clothes. "Did you buy the clothes? I asked. "No," she replied, "your friend gave it to me. "What friend? "I cried. "One gives you so many books. Charles Dickens. "Now I understand why we have such a bad lunch.