With the first day of spring, when the awakening earth puts on its garment of green, and the warm, fragrant air fans our faces and fills our lungs and appears even to penetrate to our hearts, we experience a vague, undefined longing for freedom, for happiness, a desire to run, to wander aimlessly, to breathe in the spring. The previous winter having been unusually severe, this spring feeling was like a form of intoxication in May, as if there were an overabundant supply of sap.
One morning on waking I saw from my window the blue sky glowing in the sun above the neighbouring houses. The canaries hanging in the windows were singing loudly, and so were the servants on every floor; a cheerful noise rose up from the streets, and I went out, my spirits as bright as the day, to go—I did not exactly know where. Everybody I met seemed to be smiling; an air of happiness appeared to pervade everything in the warm light of returning spring. One might almost have said that a breeze of love was blowing through the city, and the sight of the young women whom I saw in the streets in their morning toilets, in the depths of whose eyes there lurked a hidden tenderness, and who walked with languid grace, filled my heart with agitation.
Gulliver was born in the large family of a farmer. At school the boy learned well, so his father sent him to the university, for three years. When the young man left the university, he worked with a doctor and learned the doctor's profession. Gulliver decided to learn navigation, too. After four years he began to work on the ship as a ship’s doctor. One day, when the ship was at the sea for a long time, there was a great storm. The ship broke to pieces and only six people got into a small boat. The men were tired and couldn’t find water. Soon the boat turned over and the men were in the water. Five of them were drowned. But Gulliver swam well, and when he saw the shore, he swam to it. He got out of the water and slept on the shore for many hours. When Gulliver woke up, he found that he was in a country where very, very small people lived. The name of the country was Lilliput. The little people were afraid of the Man — Mountain, as they named Gulliver. When they saw that Gulliver was a kind man, they let him go free. Gulliver lived in the country for two years and then came back to England.
With the first day of spring, when the awakening earth puts on its garment of green, and the warm, fragrant air fans our faces and fills our lungs and appears even to penetrate to our hearts, we experience a vague, undefined longing for freedom, for happiness, a desire to run, to wander aimlessly, to breathe in the spring. The previous winter having been unusually severe, this spring feeling was like a form of intoxication in May, as if there were an overabundant supply of sap.
One morning on waking I saw from my window the blue sky glowing in the sun above the neighbouring houses. The canaries hanging in the windows were singing loudly, and so were the servants on every floor; a cheerful noise rose up from the streets, and I went out, my spirits as bright as the day, to go—I did not exactly know where. Everybody I met seemed to be smiling; an air of happiness appeared to pervade everything in the warm light of returning spring. One might almost have said that a breeze of love was blowing through the city, and the sight of the young women whom I saw in the streets in their morning toilets, in the depths of whose eyes there lurked a hidden tenderness, and who walked with languid grace, filled my heart with agitation.
time, there was a great storm. The ship broke to pieces and only six people got into a small boat. The men were
tired and couldn’t find water. Soon the boat turned over and the men were in the water. Five of them were drowned.
But Gulliver swam well, and when he saw the shore, he swam to it. He got out of the water and slept on the shore
for many hours. When Gulliver woke up, he found that he was in a country where very, very small people lived. The name of the country was Lilliput. The little people were afraid of the Man — Mountain, as they named Gulliver. When they saw that Gulliver was a kind man, they let him go free. Gulliver lived in the
country for two years and then came back to England.