1complete the crossword.
across
1 a long line of very big hills
4 a long turning flow of water
5 an area with a lot of trees, plants and animals
8 an area with a lot of sand, but not many plants and
almost no water
9 a piece of land with water all around it
down
2 an area between two hills
3 similar to 5 across, but here it rains a lot
6 an area next to the sea with sand, where some
people go to spend their holidays
7 a big, cold area that covers the land and sea around
the north and south pole

two hundred and seven point six

was born

have been living

can

will move

have regretted

are reminded

draw

are having

rush

do

are playing

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перевод: есть много легенд о робин гуде. по рождению он был саксонцем. 

unfortunately this year i ended up spending new year's eve hauled up in the warehouse where i work, unpacking products to be shelved and sorting out where to put them.

how sad it is, that work should continue to dictate the way we live. without money we are helpless. i spent last new year's eve in an undoubtedly better fashion. my wife and i invited round not only our nearest and dearest, but some of the neighbours too. jean from number 56 even bought her cream labrador round. the kids loved it!

  and so the evening began, just like many other's around england, a table laden with cheap booze and nibbles, serviettes and paper plates, fizzy drinks for the kids and the best quality bucks fizz for the mother-in-law. out on the cold lawn in the back garden lay my pitiful display of discount fireworks, ready to be let off at 12 on the dot.  we had music on the cd player, provided by my fashion conscious daughters and the beeb's hogmanay coverage on standby.  new year's is a funny little celebration, soo much more important abroad. it marks the end of the year, a chance to look back on one's achievements with pride, whilst at the same time a warning bell sounds and you look out in dread at the calendar and realise how little time you have to start those new year's resolutions and miserably fail them. the humiliation!   i have always wanted to pop over to scotland and see how they really celebrate it there. i could do with a bite of haggis and some jolly bag pipes playing in my ear.   alas, i don't see it on the cards, not until such time as the boss lets me have another bank holiday off work.