Maxsus ta’lim vazirligi nizomiy nomidagi Toshkent davlat pedagogika universiteti qoshidagi akademik litsey Nurmatov J. N, Kudratov K. X

because you have seen or heard it before and now recognize it:

My car was stolen, but a few days later I recognized it in a car park.

As soon as I heard his voice on the phone, I recognized him.

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  or because a memory simply comes into your mind
  

Gill had a painful memory of a very nasty car accident.

Alice cried as she recalled/remembered saying goodbye to her mother.

Suddenly he recalled/remembered that he had met Fraser before.
You may not remember something

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  because you have forgotten it:
  

Oh no, the door’s locked and I’ve forgotten my key!

Sorry, I forgot that you’re busy on Tuesday.

I promised to phone him, but it went right out of my mind.

My memory’s awful – I’m so forgetful these days.

Dr Faber was old and terribly absent-minded.

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  because the thing did not really happen:
  

I don’t remember that happening at all.

(fml) I have no memory of speaking to Mr Tyson in August.

McGregor said he (fml) had no recollection of hitting the police officer.


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LEONARDO DA VINCI. MONA LISA (GIOCONDA)
She is represented sitting in front of a marble balcony. The left arm rests on the arm of the seat, and the fingers fold over the end of it. The right hand, perhaps the most perfect hand ever painted, lies lightly over the left hand and wrist. On the sleeves and bodice the pleats of a satin dress take the light, and worked along the braid, as if it were the signature of the artist, is one of the interlacing patterns. The curling auburn hair escaping at either side from the veil, and just brushing the bosom as it falls, has perhaps the most resemblance to earlier works. The eyes look out at you, gray, devoid alike of eyelash or eyebrow, heavy-lidded, languorous yet strangely intent. The face is full and of a southern type, and the lips are smiling. She was listening to music while he painted, so Vasari tells us. Beyond the balcony a strip of herbage has a warm russet glow, and road and river wind away on either side in labyrinthine coils amidst the fretted rocks to where, in the far distance, shadows are deep and still water lies among the hills.