Предмет: Литература, автор: manzukvvlentina

сколько раз была пепеписана комедия ревизор? СРОЧНОООООО!!!!ДАЮ 30 БАЛОВ

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комедия в пяти действиях русского писателя Николая Васильевича Гоголя. Годом написания считается 1835 год, однако окончательные правки в свое произведение Н. В. Гоголь внёс в 1842 году.

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SHMILY
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What was the goal of the game have been played by the grandparents?
Where could this mysterious word be found?
What disease had grandmother?
What song did grandfather sing to grandma when she had died?
What color did grandpa paint their room when grandma was sick and why?
2 . Find sentences which prove that grandparents had true love.

3. Write the sentences in the right order.

The grandpa sang a lullaby to grandma on her grave when she died.
The author of this story was proud to witness the beauty of true love.
The grandparents were married about fifty years.
As usually grandpa helped her every step of the way.
I never doubted my grandparents relations.
4. Find in the text:

С помощью трости и твердой руки моего дедушки, они все еще каждое утро ходили в церковь.
Это мистическое слово являлось такой же частью дома бабушки и дедушки, экак и мебель.
они любили друг друга до гробовой доски.
Затем день, которого мы все страшились, наступил.
Они обменивались поцелуями, если сталкивались друг с другом на своей крошечной кухне.
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