автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Сказки. Уровень 1

Оскар Уайльд

limped through the brushwood

plucked a large nosegay

What disobedient children

I will go to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, right?”

will go to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, right?”

Look! I see a treasure from the sky!’

Their faggots fell out of their bundles