Engaging- absorbing Fundamental- basic Irritatining- annoying Have/ Take Time to relax Take It easy Do An on-line crossword Book/ Have Tickets for a match Have An esctravagant dinner Have A party Have A close friends over Book A tabel for two Book/ Take A weekend break Ex 4 Kuuldav- audible Räme- raucous Vaikne- silent Kõrvulukustav- deafening Ahistav- harrowing Meeldiv- agreeable Hämmeldus-disconcerting Murettekitav- distressing Keeruline- challenging Kurnav- gruelling Vähenõudlik-undemanding Heidutav- daunting Külmutav- freezy Jahe- chilly Külm- windly Leebe, kerge- mild Ex 6 Mõõdukas; äärmuslik kliima- temberate; extreme climate Õrn: aromaatne õis- delicate; fragrant blossoms Rikkumata; risustatud rannajoon-pristine; littered coastline Õigustamatu; range määrus- unjustified; strict regulations Raske; aeglase liikumisega liiklus- heavy; slow-moving traffic Okslik; mustad oksad gnarled; blackened branches Vahu; looklev oja- sparkling; winding stream
Among the first composers to derive inspiration from native folk sources was Juhan Aavik. His Estonian Rhapsody (1930) is an orchestral fantasy, developed from three folk tunes. There are shortcomings lessening the favourable general impression: scant contrast between themes, use of variations rather than symphonic development, rather simple harmonic devices and loose form. Nevertheless, the Rhapsody is melodious, colourful and easily acceptable to a musically undemanding audience. Aavik made use of folk tunes in all his symphonic works. He did not strive towards originality or invoking deep emotion. The composer is a born lyricist. His outstanding works, two symphonies and concertos for violin, cello, and double bass, belong to the post-war period and are considerably different. In pre-war Estonia Juhan Aavik was one of the most active musical personalities to whom the musical life of the Thirties owes very much
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