Work in pairs complete the questions about the given camp schedules​

1)в осень и у вороны копны хлеба. осенью скот жиреет, а человек добреет. осенью и воробей богат. осень хвастлива, а весна справедлива от осени к лету повороту нету 2) вслед за августом приходит, с листопадом хороводит и богат он урожаем, мы его, конечно, знаем! - сентябрь - *** королева наша, осень, у тебя мы дружно спросим: детям свой секрет открой, кто слуга тебе второй? - октябрь - *** поле чёрно-белым стало: падает то дождь, то снег. а ещё похолодало — льдом сковало воды рек. мёрзнет в поле озимь ржи. что за месяц, подскажи? - ноябрь - *** утром мы во двор идём – листья сыплются дождём, под ногами шелестят и летят, летят, летят… - осень - *** пусты поля, мокнет земля, дождь поливает. когда это бывает? - осенью - 3)весна красна цветами, а осень снопами осень - время собирать урожай чем больше муравьиные кучи, тем суровее будет зима в осеннее ненастье семь погод на дворе красна ягодка, да на вкус горька

London is by far my favourite city. it holds so many surprises, multi-culture and a wide variety of entertainment to amuse even the most monotonous of people. the city attracts millions of individual characters: businessmen and women, homeless, buskers, goths, punks, grungers, prostitutes, criminals the list is never ending. if i'm looking for a bit of retail therapy i always head straight to oxford circus accompanied as usual by my trusty yet comical friend cassie. just as i got out of the tube station, i'm greeted by "topshop, ? a deluxe yet affordable clothes outlet. it's when i wander down towards bond street that i wish i'd saved some of the birthday money i'd received the year before just so i could feel confident enough to walk through the doors of "selfridges, ? thinking i could actually purchase something. i envy girls my age parading the streets in their gina shoes and designer clobber. i know it's shallow, but everybody feels more glamorous if they wear clothing with a name. we took the london underground to leicester square. one of my favourite routines of going to the west end is travelling on the tube with cassie. we satisfied our boredom on the tube by getting great pleasure out of a whoopee cushion during the "silence ? between stations. our saturday ritual was to wonder round the trocadero in piccadilly circus, to have a laugh and rinse our ten pence pieces in those machines where you drop a coin in hopefully causing another to fall off a shelf below which you would win. blatantly the coins were stuck together conning eager children into spending all their allowance. i remember we stumbled across a karaoke machine in which you could record your own tape for a bargain at five pounds!