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21. What is TRUE according to the text?
A) Mensa is situated in London and everyone can join it.
B) Einstein could read at the age of two years and four months.
C) Elise is a member of Mensa because she is young.
D) Elise`s parents want her to live as a usual child.
22. What does the word BRIGHT in the text mean?
A) Strong and noticeable in colour. B) Clever and quick at learning things.
C) Cheerful and lively. D) Shining and full of light.
23. What does the number 35 refer in the passage?
A) the words Elise knows B) the political centres of some countries
C) age of Elise`s father D) the number of members of Mensa
24. According to the text IQ is …
A) degree of brainpower B) amount of spirit C) speed of memory D) rate of interest


Many people kept diaries during the last century, but the most famous diary writer of them all is young Jewish girl named Anna Prank. Anna began writing in her diary at the age of thirteen, and she wrote in it almost every day for the next two years. At first, she told Kitty – the name she gave the diary – about her friends, school, and boys, but very soon she could no longer write about these things. It was 1942, and the middle of the Second World War, a time of fear and uncertainty, especially for Jewish families in Europe. Anna and her parents and sister were forced to go into hiding to escape being sent away from Amsterdam, the city in which they had lived for almost ten years.
25. The text is about Anna …
A) and Kitty who were school friends. B) who was sent way from Amsterdam.
C) who was a famous diary keeper. D) who was the first Jewish writer.
26. Anna stopped writing in her diary …
A) two years before the war. B) when she was thirteen.
C) ten years after the war. D) when she was fifteen.
27. 1940s are a period of terror and doubt, especially for …
A) diary keepers B) schoolchildren C) European people D) Anna`s nation


I saw Zoe again last night. I was standing at the bus stop at six o`clock, on my way home from the shops. It was nearly dark and there were lights on in some of the houses. I wasn`t thinking about anything much. Then I noticed a bus driving up to the stop. It wasn`t my bus but as it set off again, something bright caught my eye. It was her pale pink coat. She was on the bus – my little daughter, my Zoe. I felt myself holding my breath. I couldn’t help it. Zoe was there, sitting by the window, near the back of the bus. She stared right at me, with one of her hands spread out on the glass of the window. If the bus hadn`t been moving, I could have put my hand on the glass too.