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ПОЖАЛУЙСТА напишите пересказ текста НА АНГЛИЙСКОМ В ПРОШЕДШЕМ ВРЕМЕНИ. When I got out of the plane , I found that there was a sight drizzle. It lasted all day and all next day. Yet at least a dozen people explained to me in those two days that it never rained in Lima. But that was not all what they meant, it never — absolutely never-гained in Lima. They had пo seasons heге; winter or summer made no difference; the temperature never changed; it was always rather warm and always cloudy;B the sun never shone and it never rained. At the end of the second day I asked one of my friends if there was not any contradiction between what the people of Lima said and the fact that it had never stopped raining since my arrival. He was puzzled: "Rain? What do you mean? Where?" It was quite clear that one of us was mad. I hoped it was he. I went into meteorological detail in the hope that he, too, had noticed the rain. At last he understood what I meant and he began to laugh: "But that's not rain..." "It's very strange," I replied, "but I'll take your word for it. It's not rain." "Really it isn't, " my friend exclaimed. "It's humidity." The humidity, it was explained to me, is usually around 95 percent in Lima, and is often higher. But before I had time to study the subjeеct and find out when rain is not rain, I got the most terrible lumbago of my life. I had lived twenty years in Britain, the classical centre of rheumatism, without feeling even a twinge, but now I was out of action for days.My sympathetic friends gave me advice and offered various medicines. At last it helped: modern science as well as Indian magic.

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Когда я вышел из самолета , то обнаружил, что там идет мелкий дождик. Это продолжалось весь день и весь следующий день. Однако за эти два дня по меньшей мере дюжина людей объяснили мне, что в Лиме никогда не бывает дождя. Но это было еще не все, что они имели в виду: в Лиме никогда — абсолютно никогда-не было дождя. Здесь не было сезонов; зима или лето не имели никакого значения; температура никогда не менялась; всегда было довольно тепло и всегда облачно;солнце никогда не светило и никогда не шел дождь. В конце второго дня я спросил одного из моих друзей, нет ли противоречия между тем, что говорят жители Лимы, и тем фактом, что дождь никогда не прекращался с тех пор, как я приехал. Он был озадачен: "дождь? Что ты имеешь в виду? - Куда же?- Было совершенно ясно, что один из нас сошел с ума. Я надеялась, что это он. Я углубился в метеорологические подробности в надежде, что он тоже заметил дождь. Наконец он понял, что я имею в виду, и начал смеяться: "но это же не дождь...-Это очень странно, - ответил я, - но я поверю вам на слово. Но это не дождь.- Нет, правда, - воскликнул мой друг. -Это все влажность."Влажность воздуха, как мне объяснили, обычно составляет около 95 процентов в Лиме, а часто и выше. Но прежде чем я успел изучить предмет и выяснить, когда дождь перестает быть дождем, у меня случился самый страшный люмбаго в моей жизни. Я прожил двадцать лет в Британии, классическом центре ревматизма, не испытывая ни малейших угрызений совести, но теперь я был не в состоянии действовать в течение многих лет. days.My сочувствующие друзья давали мне советы и предлагали различные лекарства. Наконец-то это помогло: современная наука, а также Индийская магия.

Answer 2

When I got out of the plane, I discovered that there had been a light drizzle. It persisted throughout the entire day and the following day. However, during those two days, at least a dozen people explained to me that it never rained in Lima. But that wasn't all they meant; it never, absolutely never, rained in Lima. They only had two seasons here; winter and summer made no difference. The temperature never changed, always remaining rather warm and consistently cloudy. The sun never appeared, and rain never fell. Towards the end of the second day, I asked one of my friends if there was a contradiction between what the people of Lima claimed and the fact that it had been raining continuously since my arrival. He seemed confused, asking, "Rain? What do you mean? Where?" It became evident that one of us was crazy, and I hoped it was him. Desperately, I went into detailed explanations about the weather, hoping he had also noticed the rain. Finally, he grasped the point and burst into laughter, saying, "But that's not rain..." "It's very strange," I replied, "but I'll take your word for it. It's not rain." "Indeed, it isn't," my friend exclaimed. "It's humidity." They explained to me that humidity in Lima usually hovered around 95 percent and often even higher. However, before I had a chance to delve into the topic and understand when rain wasn't really rain, I experienced the worst bout of lumbago in my life. Despite having lived in Britain, the classic hub of rheumatism, for twenty years without a single twinge, I found myself immobilized for days. Sympathetic friends offered advice and various medicines. Eventually, a combination of modern science and Indian magic provided relief.