Предмет: Английский язык, автор: ОтЛиЧнИцА105

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This is (the darkest/ the most dark) room the house. He saw (the poluarest/ the most popular) film of the year. He is (more taller/taller) than me. That is (the most happy/ the happiast) day of his life. Paggy is sleepover was (more heavier/ heavier) than mine.

 

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When I (to come) home mother already (to cook) dinner. When the teacher (to enter) the classroom, the pupils already (to open) their books. Ann (to tell) me that she (to see) an interesting film. Kate (to give) me the book which she (to buy) the day before. He (to sludy) French before he (to enter) the university.

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Автор ответа: ПростоЛёка
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Выберете правильное применение:

This is the darkest room of the house.

He saw the most popular film of the year.

He is taller than me.

That is the most happy day of his life.

Paggy's sleepover was heavier than mine.

 

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When I came home mother had already cooked dinner.

When the teacher entered the classroom, the pupils had already opened their books.

Ann told me that she had seen an interesting film.

Kate gave me the book which she  had bought the day before.

He studied French before he had entered the university.

Автор ответа: ligirlness
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1.This is the darkest room of the house.

He saw the most popular film of the year.

He is taller than me.

That is the most happy day of his life.

Paggy's sleepover was heavier than mine.

 

2.When I came home mother had already cooked dinner.

When the teacher entered the classroom, the pupils had already opened their books.

Ann told me that she had seen an interesting film.

Kate gave me the book which she  had bought the day before.

He studied French before he had entered the university.

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