It is not a secret that our meals influence much on our health and our mood. That’s why I consider breakfast to be the most important meal in the day as it is the first our meal and it can put us in good spirits or it can’t. Now I shall tell you about my breakfast. In the morning I usually have porridge. I often start my breakfast with a cereal which is not cooked, it is something dry, ready to be eaten or muesli – some grain or porridge which is not cooked with dried fruit, nuts and so on. I also like eggs (cooked in different ways). I don’t practically eat butter, I prefer soft margarine – made of vegetable fat, which is not heavy and creamy. I don’t eat jam at breakfast, I eat marmalade which is not sweet, there is slight bitterness; it’s rather pleasant. I usually don’t have substantial breakfast on weekdays, I do it on weekends when I get up late. Very often I have just tea or coffee with sandwiches. Tea is usually taken by me with milk. I like very strong tea without sugar. Sometimes when I am in hurry I don’t have time to have proper breakfast and I go to the university being hungry. In such case I usually buy something like «Snickers» or «Mars» on my way to the Alma Mater.
Our neighbour told us this story. It was many years ago. He had left school and tried to go to medical univercity, but he failed. He was really sad, but then he got a job the paramedic. Because his sister worked there. One day the call arrived on the night duty. Someone got hupertensive crisis. We went on the dark road. It was extremely rainy. Strange muddy figure stand near the cemetry. Pale young woman was waving hand in the light of headlights. It seemed strange to us and we went out of the car. Shivering woman came closer and started begging us to save little child in the village nearby. She was unusial cold. Not like a normal human. We were very scared and we wanted to run away. Nevertheless we regretted her and went to that willage. She left at the cemetry, at her home as she said. At this place he meeted a man with ill girl. He said that he did not calling them. We brought girl to hospital. She had pneumonia. He asked, who had called them. And then we saw portrait with black ribbon of that strange woman.We felt sick. Man said us that this woman died seven days ago. There was no woman on the road when we went home. But I looked back. She was standing and watching us.
In the morning I usually have porridge. I often start my breakfast with a cereal which is not cooked, it is something dry, ready to be eaten or muesli – some grain or porridge which is not cooked with dried fruit, nuts and so on.
I also like eggs (cooked in different ways). I don’t practically eat butter, I prefer soft margarine – made of vegetable fat, which is not heavy and creamy. I don’t eat jam at breakfast, I eat marmalade which is not sweet, there is slight bitterness; it’s rather pleasant.
I usually don’t have substantial breakfast on weekdays, I do it on weekends when I get up late. Very often I have just tea or coffee with sandwiches. Tea is usually taken by me with milk. I like very strong tea without sugar.
Sometimes when I am in hurry I don’t have time to have proper breakfast and I go to the university being hungry. In such case I usually buy something like «Snickers» or «Mars» on my way to the Alma Mater.
Our neighbour told us this story. It was many years ago. He had left school and tried to go to medical univercity, but he failed. He was really sad, but then he got a job the paramedic. Because his sister worked there. One day the call arrived on the night duty. Someone got hupertensive crisis. We went on the dark road. It was extremely rainy. Strange muddy figure stand near the cemetry. Pale young woman was waving hand in the light of headlights. It seemed strange to us and we went out of the car. Shivering woman came closer and started begging us to save little child in the village nearby. She was unusial cold. Not like a normal human. We were very scared and we wanted to run away. Nevertheless we regretted her and went to that willage. She left at the cemetry, at her home as she said. At this place he meeted a man with ill girl. He said that he did not calling them. We brought girl to hospital. She had pneumonia. He asked, who had called them. And then we saw portrait with black ribbon of that strange woman.We felt sick. Man said us that this woman died seven days ago. There was no woman on the road when we went home. But I looked back. She was standing and watching us.