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Вставьте подходящее слово в пропуск 30:
1) see
2) gaze
3) glance
4) observeBack to school
During my youth, I spent countless summers embracing freedom and adventure at my cousin's home on the enchanting west coast of Ireland. In that carefree atmosphere, time was irrelevant, and I never felt the need to 30 at my watch. Our days were filled with spirited games of football, hurling, and soccer, continuing 31 darkness cast its cloak upon us. Uncle Jerrold, a passionate angler, 32 to gather us into his weathered dark brown Ford Taunus, taking us on memorable trips to Fanore or the breathtaking wonders of the Burren. Those moments were cherished as we reveled in collecting seashells and embarking on quests 33 crabs and jellyfish.
One particular evening remains etched in my memory, vivid as if it occurred yesterday. Lost in my thoughts, I sat in Uncle Jerrold's ancient boat, gazing up at the waning beauty of the late summer sky. It was then that I abruptly 34 it was merely nine o'clock, yet the light was already fading. In that moment, I knew our idyllic days were drawing to a close, and soon I would find myself donning a grey school uniform, confined to a grey classroom, yearning for the outside world and its wondrous escapades.
Even now, after more than three decades have passed, late August 35 up a swirl of conflicting emotions within me. As a ten-year-old girl, I experienced a sense of loss, bidding farewell to a summer that had run its course. Simultaneously, a part of me was looking 36 to the structured routine of school, though I would sooner face any adversity than admit it openly. September signified the joyous reunion with friends, and there was nothing undesirable about that at all. - Сообщить об ошибке
Вставьте подходящее слово в пропуск 31:
1) while
2) until
3) after
4) asBack to school
During my youth, I spent countless summers embracing freedom and adventure at my cousin's home on the enchanting west coast of Ireland. In that carefree atmosphere, time was irrelevant, and I never felt the need to 30 at my watch. Our days were filled with spirited games of football, hurling, and soccer, continuing 31 darkness cast its cloak upon us. Uncle Jerrold, a passionate angler, 32 to gather us into his weathered dark brown Ford Taunus, taking us on memorable trips to Fanore or the breathtaking wonders of the Burren. Those moments were cherished as we reveled in collecting seashells and embarking on quests 33 crabs and jellyfish.
One particular evening remains etched in my memory, vivid as if it occurred yesterday. Lost in my thoughts, I sat in Uncle Jerrold's ancient boat, gazing up at the waning beauty of the late summer sky. It was then that I abruptly 34 it was merely nine o'clock, yet the light was already fading. In that moment, I knew our idyllic days were drawing to a close, and soon I would find myself donning a grey school uniform, confined to a grey classroom, yearning for the outside world and its wondrous escapades.
Even now, after more than three decades have passed, late August 35 up a swirl of conflicting emotions within me. As a ten-year-old girl, I experienced a sense of loss, bidding farewell to a summer that had run its course. Simultaneously, a part of me was looking 36 to the structured routine of school, though I would sooner face any adversity than admit it openly. September signified the joyous reunion with friends, and there was nothing undesirable about that at all. - Сообщить об ошибке
Вставьте подходящее слово в пропуск 32:
1) used
2) held
3) kept
4) tookBack to school
During my youth, I spent countless summers embracing freedom and adventure at my cousin's home on the enchanting west coast of Ireland. In that carefree atmosphere, time was irrelevant, and I never felt the need to 30 at my watch. Our days were filled with spirited games of football, hurling, and soccer, continuing 31 darkness cast its cloak upon us. Uncle Jerrold, a passionate angler, 32 to gather us into his weathered dark brown Ford Taunus, taking us on memorable trips to Fanore or the breathtaking wonders of the Burren. Those moments were cherished as we reveled in collecting seashells and embarking on quests 33 crabs and jellyfish.
One particular evening remains etched in my memory, vivid as if it occurred yesterday. Lost in my thoughts, I sat in Uncle Jerrold's ancient boat, gazing up at the waning beauty of the late summer sky. It was then that I abruptly 34 it was merely nine o'clock, yet the light was already fading. In that moment, I knew our idyllic days were drawing to a close, and soon I would find myself donning a grey school uniform, confined to a grey classroom, yearning for the outside world and its wondrous escapades.
Even now, after more than three decades have passed, late August 35 up a swirl of conflicting emotions within me. As a ten-year-old girl, I experienced a sense of loss, bidding farewell to a summer that had run its course. Simultaneously, a part of me was looking 36 to the structured routine of school, though I would sooner face any adversity than admit it openly. September signified the joyous reunion with friends, and there was nothing undesirable about that at all. - Сообщить об ошибке
Вставьте подходящее слово в пропуск 33:
1) researching
2) seeking
3) investigating
4) searchingBack to school
During my youth, I spent countless summers embracing freedom and adventure at my cousin's home on the enchanting west coast of Ireland. In that carefree atmosphere, time was irrelevant, and I never felt the need to 30 at my watch. Our days were filled with spirited games of football, hurling, and soccer, continuing 31 darkness cast its cloak upon us. Uncle Jerrold, a passionate angler, 32 to gather us into his weathered dark brown Ford Taunus, taking us on memorable trips to Fanore or the breathtaking wonders of the Burren. Those moments were cherished as we reveled in collecting seashells and embarking on quests 33 crabs and jellyfish.
One particular evening remains etched in my memory, vivid as if it occurred yesterday. Lost in my thoughts, I sat in Uncle Jerrold's ancient boat, gazing up at the waning beauty of the late summer sky. It was then that I abruptly 34 it was merely nine o'clock, yet the light was already fading. In that moment, I knew our idyllic days were drawing to a close, and soon I would find myself donning a grey school uniform, confined to a grey classroom, yearning for the outside world and its wondrous escapades.
Even now, after more than three decades have passed, late August 35 up a swirl of conflicting emotions within me. As a ten-year-old girl, I experienced a sense of loss, bidding farewell to a summer that had run its course. Simultaneously, a part of me was looking 36 to the structured routine of school, though I would sooner face any adversity than admit it openly. September signified the joyous reunion with friends, and there was nothing undesirable about that at all. - Сообщить об ошибке
Вставьте подходящее слово в пропуск 34:
1) realised
2) analyzed
3) investigated
4) recognizedBack to school
During my youth, I spent countless summers embracing freedom and adventure at my cousin's home on the enchanting west coast of Ireland. In that carefree atmosphere, time was irrelevant, and I never felt the need to 30 at my watch. Our days were filled with spirited games of football, hurling, and soccer, continuing 31 darkness cast its cloak upon us. Uncle Jerrold, a passionate angler, 32 to gather us into his weathered dark brown Ford Taunus, taking us on memorable trips to Fanore or the breathtaking wonders of the Burren. Those moments were cherished as we reveled in collecting seashells and embarking on quests 33 crabs and jellyfish.
One particular evening remains etched in my memory, vivid as if it occurred yesterday. Lost in my thoughts, I sat in Uncle Jerrold's ancient boat, gazing up at the waning beauty of the late summer sky. It was then that I abruptly 34 it was merely nine o'clock, yet the light was already fading. In that moment, I knew our idyllic days were drawing to a close, and soon I would find myself donning a grey school uniform, confined to a grey classroom, yearning for the outside world and its wondrous escapades.
Even now, after more than three decades have passed, late August 35 up a swirl of conflicting emotions within me. As a ten-year-old girl, I experienced a sense of loss, bidding farewell to a summer that had run its course. Simultaneously, a part of me was looking 36 to the structured routine of school, though I would sooner face any adversity than admit it openly. September signified the joyous reunion with friends, and there was nothing undesirable about that at all. - Сообщить об ошибке
Вставьте подходящее слово в пропуск 35:
1) carries
2) recollects
3) brings
4) makesBack to school
During my youth, I spent countless summers embracing freedom and adventure at my cousin's home on the enchanting west coast of Ireland. In that carefree atmosphere, time was irrelevant, and I never felt the need to 30 at my watch. Our days were filled with spirited games of football, hurling, and soccer, continuing 31 darkness cast its cloak upon us. Uncle Jerrold, a passionate angler, 32 to gather us into his weathered dark brown Ford Taunus, taking us on memorable trips to Fanore or the breathtaking wonders of the Burren. Those moments were cherished as we reveled in collecting seashells and embarking on quests 33 crabs and jellyfish.
One particular evening remains etched in my memory, vivid as if it occurred yesterday. Lost in my thoughts, I sat in Uncle Jerrold's ancient boat, gazing up at the waning beauty of the late summer sky. It was then that I abruptly 34 it was merely nine o'clock, yet the light was already fading. In that moment, I knew our idyllic days were drawing to a close, and soon I would find myself donning a grey school uniform, confined to a grey classroom, yearning for the outside world and its wondrous escapades.
Even now, after more than three decades have passed, late August 35 up a swirl of conflicting emotions within me. As a ten-year-old girl, I experienced a sense of loss, bidding farewell to a summer that had run its course. Simultaneously, a part of me was looking 36 to the structured routine of school, though I would sooner face any adversity than admit it openly. September signified the joyous reunion with friends, and there was nothing undesirable about that at all. - Сообщить об ошибке
Вставьте подходящее слово в пропуск 36:
1) for
2) forward
3) over
4) throughBack to school
During my youth, I spent countless summers embracing freedom and adventure at my cousin's home on the enchanting west coast of Ireland. In that carefree atmosphere, time was irrelevant, and I never felt the need to 30 at my watch. Our days were filled with spirited games of football, hurling, and soccer, continuing 31 darkness cast its cloak upon us. Uncle Jerrold, a passionate angler, 32 to gather us into his weathered dark brown Ford Taunus, taking us on memorable trips to Fanore or the breathtaking wonders of the Burren. Those moments were cherished as we reveled in collecting seashells and embarking on quests 33 crabs and jellyfish.
One particular evening remains etched in my memory, vivid as if it occurred yesterday. Lost in my thoughts, I sat in Uncle Jerrold's ancient boat, gazing up at the waning beauty of the late summer sky. It was then that I abruptly 34 it was merely nine o'clock, yet the light was already fading. In that moment, I knew our idyllic days were drawing to a close, and soon I would find myself donning a grey school uniform, confined to a grey classroom, yearning for the outside world and its wondrous escapades.
Even now, after more than three decades have passed, late August 35 up a swirl of conflicting emotions within me. As a ten-year-old girl, I experienced a sense of loss, bidding farewell to a summer that had run its course. Simultaneously, a part of me was looking 36 to the structured routine of school, though I would sooner face any adversity than admit it openly. September signified the joyous reunion with friends, and there was nothing undesirable about that at all.