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kittydesadeДиалог 4
1. На какой праздник Рейчел и Эллиот приглашают Настю? На День благодарения.
2. В каком месяце отмечают этот праздник? В ноябре.
3. В какой день отмечают этот праздник? В четвёртый четверг.
4. Рейчел просит, чтобы Настя принесла что-нибудь на вечер? Нет.
5. Когда начинается вечер? В половине шестого.
Диалог 5
1. Кто готовил обед? ЭЛЛИОТ. Which is hilarious because of Leverage. XD
2. Что приготовили на обед? Картошка, индейка и салат.
Диалог 6
1. Кто и за кого предлагает тост? Эллиот предлагает тост за Настю.
2. Как Настя помогла своим американским друзьям? Она исправляла их ошибки и объясняла всё.
3. На что надеются Эллиот и Рейчел? Они надеются, что Настя приедет к ним в Штаты в следующем году.
I have no idea what the hell happened last night. It was supposed to be a restful, sleepy night. And it kind of was! There was Leverage, there was Japanese and poking the guitar and nommy foods.
And then I went to bed and curled up and was almost asleep, I'd say probably into starting to dream asleep, when all of a sudden I hear this very loud, sharp sound that was somewhere between a bang, a crash, and a scream. And my eyes open and the first thing that registers is that I can't see a damn thing. And then I go through my mental checklist of, first, where's the nearest weapon (long knife and sword under the bed), next, is there a blackout because that could have been a transformer blowing (there isn't because the clock light and fan are still on at least), third, is it all in my head? (increasingly looking that way) and lastly, is this one of those weird future/sideways visions that are increasingly about death? (probably not).
(The weird future visions is sort of the bastard child of precognition and hindbrain extrapolating from facts. The night or so before Andrew Koenig and Jeff Conaway died/turned up dead, I had a dream about reading their obituaries in the paper. In both cases it would seem to be fairly easy to extrapolate except it was the exact same text and website as in my dream, which was a little freaky.)
So instead of sleeping like I wanted to do I got to wander around the house, call the boy (whose phone went straight to voice mail of course), and poke the internet for something diverting while I calmed my heartbeat to normal instead of jackhammer speeds. Not what I wanted to do.
I have no idea how much of what I want to get done I'm actually going to get done today, but on the plus side, I re-read my Horror Big Bang last night and I didn't hate it. It didn't suck. I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with it, although I'm pretty sure it's not going to follow the outline, but since I haven't shown it to anyone but my beta team that doesn't matter so much. I do still need to get out and get the monofilament thread, if it's at the bead store. I should also walk up to the fresh corner and get some apples. I should at least try to pick up my workstation some. Things, stuff. Incoming is relatively quiet, at least. Who knows what outgoing will be like. Blargh. I'd take a day off but, Dragon*Con. Cannot afford. Ah well.
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Date: 2011-08-18 12:48 pm (UTC)>>...Рейчел говорила, чтобы она не надо приносить ничего.
Рейчел говорила/сказала, что ей не надо приносить ничего.
Рейчел не говорила, что ей надо что-то приносить.
Рейчел не просила ничего принести.
All these are correct and mean practically the same.
>>Кто готовил обед? ЭЛЛИОТ.
И это были отбивные, я полагаю 8D
This joke is untranslatable )
>>Эллиот предлагает тост за Насти.
За Настю.
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Date: 2011-08-18 04:29 pm (UTC)Thank you! :)