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Помогите пожалуйста у меня большое задание Пересказать историю с лица очевидца( того кто наблюдал за происходящим) На английском: Текст It was getting dark and the only light I had was from my torch. I hadn't eaten since this morning and I was feeling a bit weak. I knew I had to keep looking as every minute counted. It was hard for me to believe that just over 24 hours earlier a catastrophic hurricane had swept through the area. Now here I was, walking in the path of its destruction. Huge pieces of concrete and rubble covered the ground. It was almost impossible for me to walk. Daisy however managed the rubble just fine as she climbed and jumped from spot to spot. She is one of the best search and rescue dogs and I'm proud to work with her. Daisy and I had walked through the area twice looking for signs of survivors with no luck. Daisy was sniffing and searching frantically as we moved about. I was listening for even the slightest noise from below. Suddenly, Daisy started to bark excitedly and dig at the rubble. She has smelt something," I thought and rushed to her side. 1 called out several times, but there was no reply. Daisy continued barking louder and louder and wagging her tail like mad. I called out again and again. At last I heard something. A weak voice made a painful moan. I replied as loudly as I could that help was on the way. There was no response. By this time Daisy was very excited. I was too, as my heart was pounding inside my chest. I immediately called the rescue camp and requested that they send a rescue team. I continued talking to the person below and that's when I noticed some books beneath the rubble. "Oh no" I thought "don't tell me this building was a school!" I picked up a piece of paper and read the words: L. Pearson Public Library on it. Just then the rescue team arrived and began their job. After removing some of the debris, one of the rescue workers called down again. A frightened voice replied "Help me!" It was a young kid who had survived. I patted Daisy's head and said, "Well done girl! Back to work." We returned to our search once again.

Answer 1

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows in the dimming light, I found myself navigating through the aftermath of a catastrophic hurricane. My only source of illumination was the beam of my trusty torch, and the pangs of hunger gnawed at me, having not eaten since morning. Despite the growing weakness in my body, I was aware that every passing minute was critical.

It was astonishing to contemplate that just over 24 hours ago, a devastating hurricane had ravaged this very area. Now, I walked amidst its destruction, surrounded by colossal chunks of concrete and rubble strewn haphazardly across the terrain. The debris made it nearly impossible to move, yet my companion, Daisy, the exceptional search and rescue dog, navigated it with ease, gracefully leaping and clambering from one spot to another. I couldn't help but feel immense pride in working alongside her.

Daisy and I had combed through this disaster-stricken zone twice already, scouring for any signs of survivors, but our efforts had been in vain. Daisy was diligently sniffing and scouring the debris as we pressed on, her sense of purpose unwavering. I strained my ears, hoping to catch even the faintest sound from beneath the rubble.

Suddenly, Daisy's excitement burst forth, and she began to bark fervently while clawing at the wreckage. "She's found something," I thought, my heart racing, and I hurried to her side. I called out repeatedly, but there was no response. Daisy's barking grew louder and more frantic, her tail wagging with unparalleled enthusiasm. I shouted once more, and this time, a faint sound reached my ears—a feeble moan of pain.

I replied as loudly as I could, assuring the trapped individual that help was on its way. But there was still no distinct response. Daisy's enthusiasm was infectious, and my heart pounded in my chest as I continued trying to establish contact. At this point, both of us were filled with anticipation.

I reached for my phone and promptly called the rescue camp, urgently requesting a rescue team to be dispatched to our location. I maintained a constant dialogue with the person trapped below, trying to offer comfort and reassurance. That's when I noticed some books wedged beneath the rubble—a dreadful realization struck me. "Oh no," I thought, "please don't tell me this was a school!"

I grabbed a piece of paper that had miraculously survived the devastation and read the words inscribed upon it: "L. Pearson Public Library." My heart sank. It indeed had been a school, and the young lives within it were in grave danger.

Just as despair threatened to consume me, the rescue team arrived, and their expertise was immediately put to use. They carefully cleared away some of the debris, and one of the workers called down once more. A frightened voice, trembling but alive, replied, "Help me!" It was a young child who had miraculously survived.

I patted Daisy's head, overwhelmed with gratitude for her unwavering dedication and the life she helped save. "Well done, girl," I whispered to her, "back to work." With renewed determination, Daisy and I continued our search, hopeful that more survivors could be found amidst the wreckage.