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[Али ДжиДжи]

Сегодня вспомнила, что на среду надо сдавать по инглишу описание места и человека..... при этом первое сдать надо было недели две назад... но я как главный тормоз постоянно забывала, что на среду надо что-то писать.... ^^'''''

Два часа полета творческой мысли сотворили такое описание места (на ошибки, а они там, я уверенна, есть, я уже не смогу текст проверить Т_Т спать хочу...голова не варит):

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That place was my main secret. I still wonder if it did really exist, or maybe it was made up by my enormous imagination, because now no matter how many times I, an adult in her late thirties, try to find that place, I can’t… I simply can’t find even a trace of it.
Was it really just a dream? But my legs still remember the path I used to run every day after school. Two turns to the right, one to the left, then run as fast as you can towards the sun till you see a big grey rock overgrowned with moss, and then you just have to count twenty steps from its clean side and you’ll run into the fence, to be precise, to the remains of a picket drunkenly dispersed in different directions. Beyond that half-destroyed fence you’ll see my secret place, my secret garden.
I still remember the feeling of complete unreality and amazement when I saw the abandoned garden for the first time. It was full of flowers, they were everywhere. Miniature blue forget-me-nots fawned upon my feet; orange, white, pink and red gerberas gently washed my hands with dew; yellow sunflowers turned lazily their large heavy heads after the sun pretending not to notice me; plain blue daisies with their stiff stems held themselves as upright as possible; scarlet and purple carnations dolefully bowed their heads mourning for the fleetingness of happiness; bluish puffy globe daisies grew so close to each other that looked like a small cloud, which went down for a moment; glossy yellow butter daisies with its fanny somewhat hairy stems broke out through the carnival of colors and flashes. And the garden was filled with a delicate aroma of honeysuckles, which was hiding ablush its sweet bell-shaped flowers under the leaves.
I remember that I often played the game “He Loves Me…He Loves Me Not” picking petal after petal off one of the ox-eye daisies, although that time I wasn’t in love… I think. But you know, my Mom always said that I wasn’t in love only when I was asleep, so I guess, I was quite an amative child.

А вот описание человека.... маленькое только, зато какое))) целый час выдумывала

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If she didn’t point at him, I wouldn’t even notice that creepy middle-aged man. He wore a brand-new grey costume, and the way he was over cautious not to wrinkle it, what instead wrinkled his high forehead hardly covered with thinning unruly black hair, told its own story. He wasn’t out of the top drawer, but possessed the talent of flattering with delicacy, although suggesting and arranging the smallest elegant flattery put his rigid clever mind to torture, as he couldn’t give it an air of being offhand, but he was clever enough to keep his mouth shut when he had nothing clever to say. But the feeling of self-importance, previously unknown to him, turned up his large bulbous nose and blew up his long thin figure, which bore a strong resemblance to the body of a spider, to the state of well-fed bourgeois.

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[woolfigirl]

бедная....

[Али ДжиДжи]

woolfigirl преподша? или я?
если было ко мне, то я не бедная отнюдь))) мне было ужасно весело все это составлять))) я люблю такие задания.

[woolfigirl]

если бы я их люббила...)

[Али ДжиДжи]

woolfigirl Вы не любите проявлять творческий потенциал? Неужели вам больше нравятся сухие столбики цифр?

[woolfigirl]

как раз творчество я невероятно люблю...а вот английский...)

[Али ДжиДжи]

woolfigirl ааа! а я из ваших слов поняла, что вы не любите составлять различные истории, стихи и т.д и т.п.
а чем же вам не угодил английский?

[woolfigirl]

=)))z учусь в школе с уклоном на англ....его безупречно знаю но он меня ооочень достал...=(

[Али ДжиДжи]

woolfigirl ))) не хочу вас расстраивать, но знаете, существует присказка: "Те, кто говорят, что знают язык в совершенстве, не знают его, те же, кто утверждают, что им еще многое предстоит выучить, знают его"

[woolfigirl]

не мой случай..правда

[Али ДжиДжи]

woolfigirl не стоит быть настолько самоуверенной)))