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Liam was a curious [ˈkjʊəriəs] boy who loved stories, adventures, and trying new things. One sunny Saturday, his parents gave him a very special gift — his first video game console [kənˈsəʊl]. It was black and shiny, with a big colorful screen and two controllers [kənˈtrəʊlə®z]. Liam turned it on and his eyes grew wide with wonder. “Wow!” he said loudly. “This looks like real magic!” He picked up the controller and started his first game — a fast racing game. He drove shiny cars through busy cities, dark tunnels, and beautiful mountains...

Obi‑Wan Kenobi: May the Force be with you. Luke Skywalker: And with you, Master. Перевод: Оби‑Ван Кеноби: Да пребудет с тобой Сила. Люк Скайуокер: И с тобой, Мастер. Yoda: Do, or do not. There is no try. Luke Skywalker: I’ll give it a try. Yoda: No! Try not. Do! Or do not! Перевод: Йода: Делай или не делай. Не надо пытаться. Люк Скайуокер: Я попробую. Йода: Нет! Не пытайся. Делай! Или не делай! Фраза 1: «May the Force be with you» Фраза 2: «Do or do not, there is no try» Задание 1...

Spock was a small green alien [ˈeɪliən] from Planet Zor. He had big round [raʊnd] eyes, three fingers on each hand, and a special sensor [ˈsensə®] on his forehead that could detect [dɪˈtekt] emotions. One day, his spaceship [ˈspeɪsʃɪp] had a serious malfunction [ˌmælˈfʌŋkʃn] and he crashed [kræʃt] in a quiet forest near a small town. Spock looked around [lʊkt əˈraʊnd], feeling confused [kənˈfjuːzd]. The air smelled strange — full of scents [sents] of pine trees and flowers. He saw birds flying, heard a river flowing [ˈfləʊɪŋ], and felt the warm sunlight [ˈsʌnlaɪt] on his skin...

The Sea Star sailed into the bustling port [pɔːt] of Algiers. The city rose before them — a maze of narrow streets, white‑washed houses, and bustling markets under a bright blue sky. Captain Renzo turned to Sebastiano. “Here’s a task for you, lad,” he said, handing him a small leather packet [ˈleðər ˈpækɪt]. “Take this to Hassan the merchant [ˈmɜːtʃənt] near the docks. Be quick and be careful.” Sebastiano nodded eagerly and hurried off. He weaved [wiːv] through the crowded bazaar [bəˈzɑː®]… But...

Sebastiano sat on the warm rocks by the sea, mending fishing nets. The salty breeze played with his hair, and the waves whispered tales of faraway lands. Unlike his father, a quiet fisherman, Sebastiano dreamed of sailing the high seas, finding treasures, and having grand adventures. Suddenly, something glinted among the pebbles. Sebastiano bent down and picked up a small metal object covered in barnacles and seaweed. He cleaned it carefully and revealed an old compass. But the needle was acting strangely — it didn’t point north...

Gilbert’s fame as a cookie artist spread far beyond the neighbourhood. One day, a letter arrived at the old house. It was from the International Ghost Society. “Dear Gilbert,” it read, “we invite you to join the World Festival of Spooky Creativity in Paris. Your talent deserves a global stage!” Mia jumped with joy. “Paris, Gilbert! We’re going to Paris!” Gilbert floated in circles, excited but a little nervous. “But… how will I travel? I can’t buy a plane ticket, and I’ve never been further than the garden!” Luckily, the Ghost Society had a solution...

After becoming friends with Mia and her family, Gilbert’s life changed for the better. He no longer felt lonely — now he had people who appreciated his cookie art. Every evening was like a little celebration: Mia would bake something new, and Gilbert would create amazing designs. One day, Mia had an idea. “Gilbert,” she said, “we should have a cookie art contest! We can invite the whole neighbourhood and show everyone your talent.” Gilbert’s translucent face lit up with excitement. “A contest? For real? That sounds wonderful!” They started preparing right away...

In an old, slightly crooked house on Maple Street lived a ghost named Gilbert. Unlike other ghosts, Gilbert wasn’t scary at all. He didn’t rattle chains, howl at night, or scare people with cold breath on their necks. No, Gilbert had a different passion: he loved cookies. Every night, when the family in the house went to bed, Gilbert would float into the kitchen. He couldn’t actually eat the cookies — being a ghost had its downsides — but he loved to arrange them in funny patterns: smiley faces, little castles, and even a cookie dinosaur once...