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Надежда Кобелева
помогите найти доклад про пингвинов на английском
на английском языке
Илья Бузенков
Penguins are to нелетающим birds. White Dickey and a black coat makes them similar to the people. The body is covered with dense short tail, which does not soak. Under the skin is a thick layer of fat, so they are not cold, and may starve. Although the penguins have short wings, but they do not fly.
The structural features allow you to survive these birds in the cold, the harsh climate of Antarctica. The Imperial and Royal penguins live only there. The Emperor penguins of the largest. Their length of up to 1.2 m, weight-up to 42 kg. Live colonies of up to 300 thousand birds.
Feed on fish, squid and shrimp. Food is extracted himself in the sea. - Bitten wings in the water serve as oars, tail and paws - the wheel. They can move with a speed of up to 40 km/h. (as a submarine boat, submarine).
The Imperial and Royal penguins lay in may-June, one egg right on the ice. Males put them on the legs, covering the abdominal folds and incubate their Chicks more than 60 days. Chicks are born covered with fluff and are already seeing. For by their parents dive in the sea, and in the beginning of December, when the Chicks become adults, they will be together to forage.
Penguins raise to a special sympathy for the fact that they live in the ice at low temperatures and permanent snow storms Antarctica, but, despite this not leave their homes and take their eggs there
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Tigran Arutunyan
на английском
What the Heart of the Young Man Said
to the Psalmist
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! -
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,-act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again,
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate,
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
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