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At the end of 1773. large quantities of tea arrived in several American ports.
Only the English merchants of the East India Company, to whom the Brittish
government solt the monopoly, could sell tea.
For reasons of mentioned shipment the Americans organized the famous "Boston Tea
Party".
On that occasion a group of young men dressed up in Indian clithes and intruded on
the vessels laden with tea, which were anchored in Boston harbour.
The rebels broke the cases and poured tea out in the sea, and then they withdrew
themselves.
The English demanded Boston harbour to pay for damaged goods, but the citizens of
Boston rejected this request.
On that occasion the representatives of all the colonies met for the first time in the
city of Philadelphia.
Their agreement is considered as the beginning of the American Congress.
Text 4
When I got up, I first heard the silence, and then birds. I went down the stairs which
lead to the ground floor, and turned into the bathroom.
A thin spout of water poured out of the tap. I had unlocked the front door and got out.
I saw roses, evergreen plants, a lawn, fruit trees behind the house.
I should loudly call to the first neighbouring house, and to the next one I could not
succeed to throw a stone.
The Sun was diligent, the bees were buzzing, the insects and butterflies flying by, the
ants were stumbling between the blades of grass, and there were still a few drops of
dew on the petals.
I passed through the orchard, the cherries were already mellow, while the appricots
were becoming yellow, and I approached to the wood edge, or rather a slope edge,
because the woods grew downhill, on the wide plateau which, I presumed, streched
down to the bank of the river, and I could only see their treetops in front of me.
I felt as if I was hovering on the air.

Text 5:
That is why Andi had decided not to return home for dinner. Not even tomorrow for
breakfast. Never to return home again. During the summer he would be fishing on
the river, and in winter he would go from village to village and help farmers. And as
soon as he had collected enough money, he would buy a boat and go to his
grandfather in Cetinje. Or anywhere else. He was hiding on the river bank until the
Sun set, then it became cold and he began to tremble. Of cold and fear. His mother
and Ana were probably looking for him around the village. Maybe his mother would
die of sorrow if he did not return home before dark. Thats why he decided to
postpone his trip and to come closer to the village.
Text 6:
As I was climbing up to the enormously high poplar tree in the yard from my
childhood, during the fall, fifteen years ago, I slipped (branches were already dry, the
tree was gone to far into the fall) and dropped from the height of six meters. I flew.
The pain of a broken shoulder and both legs was not so terrible, as was the thought
that I would no longer be able to walk. This idea followed me while I was carried to

the hospital, and later, when I adapted there and didnt want to get out. I had refused
to walk hoping I would stay there forever. The hospital was dirty, overcrowded and
ugly. I wanted to spend the rest of my life in that hospital because of Her, the nurse.
She was the prettiest woman in the world. It was the sign, the boundary-stone
between my childhood and youth, a woman I fell in love for the first time in my life
because she was so pretty. I cried when I had to go home, she was looking at me
shrugging her shoulders. She probably said to the chief doctor that I was insane
because I didnt want to leave the hospital. She was the reason I began to write, to
drink, to grow up. That feeling of fruitless infatuation followed me for so long that I
was later trying to find Nurse in all my loves. I would have never thought, even in my
freest, wildest, the most complicated dreams that she would appear in front of me, in
California, San Anselmo, at the Pacific, embodied in the form of some Gay.
Text 7:
It is not hard for me to knead dough when I have a piece of yeast, or at least a bit.
Give me a juicy, fresh yeast and do not worry I will bake you great bread, tasty,
aromatic.
When the meaning of these words is translated into the language of creating text, it
means: give me a brief, initial note and I'll easily and skillfully write the whole text.
Give me an egg and do not worry, the bird will hatch. Give me the first version and
you will have a solid final text.
I remember the time when mother baked bread herself. When mother bakes bread,
it's a true family holiday. And while bread is being baked - the whole house smells
nice. First, father brings a containter full of wheat flour from the pantry. The flour
must be sifted through a sieve. Mother does it so quickly and skillfully that the flour
falls on the table as if it is snowing heavily. Then the dough is kneaded with half a pot
of tepid water. After that the dough is salted and the required amount of yeast is
added. Dough kneading is a process that requires both skill and strength. But the
bread would never be so good if there was not enough love invested.
Text 8:
Goselin came to Rome by plane with U.S. military mission and tried somehow to
deliver urn with Milenas ashes to her mother in Poarevac, since he and Bruno
thought it was the best thing to do. But the Red Army was in Belgrade and it was
inconceivable that an American officer comes unoficially to the area that was still
insecure. That is why he left the urn to Bruno and had to travel back to New York the
very next day.
That night, he told Bruno everything he knew about Milena, mostly about her sudden
and unexpected death. He told that she was so happy the last night, they danced at
the "Plaza", celebrating her contract for construction of costumes for "A Midsummer
Night's Dream."
She completely recovered from a falling of a horse. She enjoyed walking after being
in bed for several months. She was so happy. Before dawn, when they returned to
their new home, a luxury hotel suite, she said that she was finally happy. She didnt
wake up in the morning.
Text 9:
It is the photo you saw on my desk. It was recorded in 1936, the twelfth of November,
in Maribor, after he had left the army. His name was written below the image, and
inside the brackets were the years: 1910-1979.
You know that my dear father died recently and that I was very attached to him since
my early childhood. But I will not talk about that. What is important here is the fact
that he died less than two months before my trip to Sweden. I decided to go on this

trip in order to forget the disaster that had struck me. I thought, as people that are in
trouble think, that trip to another place would help me forget my pain, as if we did
not carry our unhappiness inside ourselves.

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The word grammar has three main meanings: 1. a part of the language structure, ie.
the rules of combining the linguistic units - phonemes in morphemes, morphemes in
words, words in sentences (Grammar in this sense, is in the human minds, in the
form of knowledge - mainly unconscious on what combinations are possible and
what their result is), 2. a linguistic discipline, ie. the study of grammar in the previous
sense; in its more narrow and traditional sense it includes morphology and syntax,
and in a wider sense it also includes phonology and semantics as far as it concernes
the rules of combining units at these different language levels (such a grammar is
included in the linguistic descriptions of individual languages ); 3. a book which
contains descriptions or prescriptions the mentioned combinatory possibilities of a
language and as such may be meant for scientific or educational purposes.
Text 11
Lolita Miller from Philadelphia was 36 when she donated her kidney to her brother,
thus saving his live. But something unexpected happened, three months later, her
remaining kidney went wrong. She managed to survive by November, when her
kidney definitely failed. Since then she has been on dialysis. But for how long? The
transplantation is the only solution, but where would she find new kidney? There are
many unfortunates like her in Philadelphia and the waiting list is long. She has no
relatives to rely on, and she is in a big hurry. A newspaper published story about her
and appealed the hospitals to receive her regardles the waiting list.
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We used to play together for a long time, but she suddenly started to avoid me. One
day I met her on the street and asked her why she did not want to hang out with me
because I loved her. She said she did not love me. I asked her: why? And she replied
that I was not a good guy, because I always wore the same shirt, because her dad
said I was dirty, because my uncle was quilt maker, that was why!
I instantly began to hate her father.

-Thats it said my uncle and clapped his hands - she started killing the poet in you.
Then with a lamentable voice he told aunt:
-Theyve started killing the poet in him.
-Who has? - Asked the aunt.
-Pharmacist's daughter. She told him that he was not a good guy, always wearing the
same shirt, and that he was dirty and that I made quilts.
My aunt went pale with anger. She thinned her lips:
- You and I will go to town tomorrow. I'll buy you a new shirt.
- Do you make quilts for her uncle also? - I asked my uncle.

-Yes I do. Why? said my uncle.

- I do not like her father - I said. Would you earn your living, even if you didnt mate
quilts, at least for her uncle?
Uncle had thought for a while:
-I think I could.
-Will you stop to sow quilts for him?
-I think I will - said my uncle.
- I do not like her father - I said. Would you earn your living, even if you didnt mate
quilts, at least for her uncle?
Uncle had thought for a while:
-I think I could.
-Will you stop to sow quilts for him?
-I think I will - said my uncle.
- I do not like her father - I said. Would you earn your living, even if you didnt mate
quilts, at least for her uncle?
Uncle had thought for a while:
-I think I could.
-Will you stop to sow quilts for him?
-I think I will - said my uncle.