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Since the time immemorial people always wanted to make their dwelling a place, where one feels comfortable and cosy, where one always wants to come back to.
A dwelling of my dream is not a flat but a two-storeyed mansion. And as a real hostess I’d like to arrange everything in the house according to my taste. Now, let me tell you about my house. When you come to me, you push a big wooden front door, wiping your feet on the door-mat, and enter the hall. The floor is covered with a fitted carpet, the wallpaper is light and has a small pattern. There’s a seat and a small table near the wall and a huge mirror above it.
Then you enter the living-room. The bright full-length curtains are drawn back, and sunshine fills the room. The living-room suite, consisting of a sideboard, a bookcase, a sofa, an elegant coffee table and three armchairs, is arranged around three walls. There’s a video system near the window.
On the ground floor there’s also a kitchen and a bathroom. The kitchen is a very large room with a big window. There is a gas cooker with a hood, two wall-cupboards and a sink unit there. Near the opposite wall there is a dishwasher, a refrigerator and a table.
Let’s go upstairs and have a look at the bedroom. This is a very cosy and warm room. The bedroom suite consists of a bed, two bedside tables and a wardrobe. The window overlooks the back yard. In my house there is also a terrace, a garage and a garden and so many other things I’d like to have; at least, in my dream house.
Life in my city Probably, each person has his own city, but there are no two similar cities, as there is no similar people. For some, the city - it is inner peace, for other favorite streets, roads. many self-contained city people is limited, barbed ogorozhden wire alienation and misunderstanding, reluctance to find a common language. As for me, my city is not particularly limited, I hate border I do not recognize distances, because there are no barriers to the senses, or they are, or not. The worst thing - this wall erected by the people with each other; no walls, the city combined, people become closer friendship stronger. City holy for every human being - because it keeps him their hopes, feelings, desires. And if he invites another to his city, so he trusts and loves, it opens my soul. My city in this respect is no different from the others. My inner world distinguishes the constant struggle between good and evil, love and hatred. I am glad that not a drop of indifference to me, that I I find a grave sin. This fight does not give me rest, everything in me lit from this struggle, I do not understand myself. I do not know how, what and why I respect and some others do not understand. If my city became a reality, it would be similar to the Terrible, everything is destroyed in me, constantly restored, collapsing and being built. I do not know how long it will last, whether end? In my city I live as much beautiful and ugly people, who embody what I I feel about what I think. They despise each other and never calm down, because not making concessions and compromises. I do not understand those one dominated by one or the other, people are indifferent to one and too much care about something else - every citizen of my city It has its own, for which they are responsible and suffer. Envy, lies, hatred, anger struggling with love, respect, kindness. at possible, they would have killed each other, and I would have stayed empty. They all important for me. It is unlikely that any of them will win. This is another an example of a senseless war, with their victims, killed and and wounded. each death brings me heartache, it is unlikely that I will ever rvasstanus or smirum and even if I would like this a lot of people even more cities are sostavlyaёt world. A world in which peace is impossible
Since the time immemorial people always wanted to make their dwelling a place, where one feels comfortable and cosy, where one always wants to come back to.
A dwelling of my dream is not a flat but a two-storeyed mansion. And as a real hostess I’d like to arrange everything in the house according to my taste. Now, let me tell you about my house. When you come to me, you push a big wooden front door, wiping your feet on the door-mat, and enter the hall. The floor is covered with a fitted carpet, the wallpaper is light and has a small pattern. There’s a seat and a small table near the wall and a huge mirror above it.
Then you enter the living-room. The bright full-length curtains are drawn back, and sunshine fills the room. The living-room suite, consisting of a sideboard, a bookcase, a sofa, an elegant coffee table and three armchairs, is arranged around three walls. There’s a video system near the window.
On the ground floor there’s also a kitchen and a bathroom. The kitchen is a very large room with a big window. There is a gas cooker with a hood, two wall-cupboards and a sink unit there. Near the opposite wall there is a dishwasher, a refrigerator and a table.
Let’s go upstairs and have a look at the bedroom. This is a very cosy and warm room. The bedroom suite consists of a bed, two bedside tables and a wardrobe. The window overlooks the back yard. In my house there is also a terrace, a garage and a garden and so many other things I’d like to have; at least, in my dream house.
Probably, each person has his own city, but there are no two
similar cities, as there is no similar people. For some, the city - it is
inner peace, for other favorite streets, roads. many
self-contained city people is limited, barbed ogorozhden
wire alienation and misunderstanding, reluctance to find a common language.
As for me, my city is not particularly limited, I hate border
I do not recognize distances, because there are no barriers to the senses, or they are,
or not. The worst thing - this wall erected by the people with each other;
no walls, the city combined, people become closer friendship
stronger. City holy for every human being - because it keeps him
their hopes, feelings, desires. And if he invites another to his
city, so he trusts and loves, it opens my soul. My
city in this respect is no different from the others. My inner
world distinguishes the constant struggle between good and evil, love and
hatred. I am glad that not a drop of indifference to me, that I
I find a grave sin. This fight does not give me rest, everything in me
lit from this struggle, I do not understand myself. I do not know how, what and
why I respect and some others do not understand. If my city became
a reality, it would be similar to the Terrible, everything is destroyed in me,
constantly restored, collapsing and being built. I do not know how long
it will last, whether end? In my city I live as much
beautiful and ugly people, who embody what I
I feel about what I think. They despise each other and never
calm down, because not making concessions and compromises. I do not understand those
one dominated by one or the other, people are indifferent to one
and too much care about something else - every citizen of my city
It has its own, for which they are responsible and suffer. Envy, lies, hatred,
anger struggling with love, respect, kindness. at
possible, they would have killed each other, and I would have stayed empty. They all
important for me. It is unlikely that any of them will win. This is another
an example of a senseless war, with their victims, killed and and wounded. each death brings me heartache, it is unlikely that I will ever rvasstanus or smirum and even if I would like this a lot of people even more cities are sostavlyaёt world. A world in which peace is impossible