it happened about a year ago. our family bought a new car, and parents decided to celebrate it all together in the cafe. we enjoyed great food, had a conversation and a lot of fun. dad was happy and he told us many jokes, everybody laughed more and more. we played the fools and couldn't stop.when it was time to go, dad paid and left cafe to warm up the car, and mom, her friend, my brother and i lingered in the cafe. when we went out, we realised that it was already dark outside - so we couldn't see well. and the second thing we reailsed was the fact, that nobody can remember exactly, what our new car looks like! but mom confidently went toward the black car, that was standing nearly. "oh, dad is waiting inside, it's ours. come on".
just imagine: the company of four very noisy people, singing, talking loudly, laughing out, get into car. mum turn to driver and exclaimed cheerfully: "sasha, let's go! " driver looked at us with eyes full of fear and cried out desperatly: "i am not sasha, i am ! who are you? ! "then we, absolutly confused and quiet, get in the right car, we told dad about it. he couldn't drive for 5 minutes becouse of laughing.
это случилось около года назад. наша семья купила новую машину и родители решили отпраздновать это в кафе всей семьёй. мы вкусно поели, поболтали и посмеялись. папа был счастлив и рассказывал анекдоты один за другим, все смеялись без остановки. мы валяли дурака и не могли остановиться. когда пришло время уходить, папа заплатил и пошёл заводить автомобиль, а мама, тётя, брат и я задержались. когда мы вышли, мы поняли, что уже стемнело, и в темноте мы не хорошо ориентировались. второе, что мы обнаружили - что никто не помнит точно, как выглядит наша новая машина! но мама уверенно направилась к ближайшему черному автомобилю. "вот и папа уже нас ждёт, это наша машина, пошли".
просто представитье: компания из четырёх шумных людей, поющих, громко разговаривающих и хохочущих, вваливаются в машину. мама поворичавается к водителю и радостно восклицает: "саша, поехали! " посмотрел на нас глазами, полными ужаса, и отчаянно возопил: "я не саша, я егор! кто вы все? ! "и мы, абсолютно сконфуженные и притихшие, наконец сели в нужную машину и рассказали об этом папе. он ещё 5 минут не мог тронуться с места от смеха.
we all loved fairy tales as children. in the incredible adventures of brave heroes unusual environment, magic, magic. however, we all grow up, fairy tales and, if you are willing to continue to go with them through life, should grow up with us. our brain is filled with knowledge — fairy tales become more complicated. we better understand the world around us, the question-why the sky is blue and the clouds are white-is no longer a question for us. fairy tales become grounded, based not only on imagination, but also on the hard granite of science. that's how science fiction is born. perhaps the main difference between science fiction and fairy tales and fantasy is that it eventually penetrates into reality and firmly settles there. sometimes before the time that its authors have assumed, sometimes later, sometimes modified, and sometimes greatly surpassing the imagination of the creators. remember the works of h. g. wells, and then look out the window. there is a feeling that the flow of imagination of this person moved in all 4 dimensions, especially —
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it happened about a year ago. our family bought a new car, and parents decided to celebrate it all together in the cafe. we enjoyed great food, had a conversation and a lot of fun. dad was happy and he told us many jokes, everybody laughed more and more. we played the fools and couldn't stop.when it was time to go, dad paid and left cafe to warm up the car, and mom, her friend, my brother and i lingered in the cafe. when we went out, we realised that it was already dark outside - so we couldn't see well. and the second thing we reailsed was the fact, that nobody can remember exactly, what our new car looks like! but mom confidently went toward the black car, that was standing nearly. "oh, dad is waiting inside, it's ours. come on".
just imagine: the company of four very noisy people, singing, talking loudly, laughing out, get into car. mum turn to driver and exclaimed cheerfully: "sasha, let's go! " driver looked at us with eyes full of fear and cried out desperatly: "i am not sasha, i am ! who are you? ! "then we, absolutly confused and quiet, get in the right car, we told dad about it. he couldn't drive for 5 minutes becouse of laughing.
это случилось около года назад. наша семья купила новую машину и родители решили отпраздновать это в кафе всей семьёй. мы вкусно поели, поболтали и посмеялись. папа был счастлив и рассказывал анекдоты один за другим, все смеялись без остановки. мы валяли дурака и не могли остановиться. когда пришло время уходить, папа заплатил и пошёл заводить автомобиль, а мама, тётя, брат и я задержались. когда мы вышли, мы поняли, что уже стемнело, и в темноте мы не хорошо ориентировались. второе, что мы обнаружили - что никто не помнит точно, как выглядит наша новая машина! но мама уверенно направилась к ближайшему черному автомобилю. "вот и папа уже нас ждёт, это наша машина, пошли".
просто представитье: компания из четырёх шумных людей, поющих, громко разговаривающих и хохочущих, вваливаются в машину. мама поворичавается к водителю и радостно восклицает: "саша, поехали! " посмотрел на нас глазами, полными ужаса, и отчаянно возопил: "я не саша, я егор! кто вы все? ! "и мы, абсолютно сконфуженные и притихшие, наконец сели в нужную машину и рассказали об этом папе. он ещё 5 минут не мог тронуться с места от смеха.
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we all loved fairy tales as children. in the incredible adventures of brave heroes unusual environment, magic, magic. however, we all grow up, fairy tales and, if you are willing to continue to go with them through life, should grow up with us. our brain is filled with knowledge — fairy tales become more complicated. we better understand the world around us, the question-why the sky is blue and the clouds are white-is no longer a question for us. fairy tales become grounded, based not only on imagination, but also on the hard granite of science. that's how science fiction is born. perhaps the main difference between science fiction and fairy tales and fantasy is that it eventually penetrates into reality and firmly settles there. sometimes before the time that its authors have assumed, sometimes later, sometimes modified, and sometimes greatly surpassing the imagination of the creators. remember the works of h. g. wells, and then look out the window. there is a feeling that the flow of imagination of this person moved in all 4 dimensions, especially —
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