I am sitting in a chair next to Momma’s bed. I am watching her get ready for a
party. She opens the beautiful jewelry box on her nightstand. It is the size of a shoebox. It is wooden. It has colorful stones on top. They are red, green, yellow, and blue. To me, the box looks magical. It looks like it has special powers. “Now, you know you must never touch this box, right?” Momma says. I feel like she knows exactly what I am thinking. I just want to touch it. I just want to open it.
I just want to try on all the jewelry inside and dance around the room!
“Yes, Momma,” I say. “I know.”
What do I know?
I know Momma has always told me not to touch the box. She has said it since I
was a little girl.
“You are not old enough to wear my jewelry,” Momma says.
I am almost eleven years old! What is the big deal?
I know that when Momma puts on the rings and bracelets from the box, she looks
different. She seems to glow.
There is one necklace with a yellow stone like a tiger’s eye. When Momma puts
this on, she seems to float instead of walk. Her feet do not seem to touch the
ground. She moves lightly and gracefully. She moves without effort.
Momma kisses me goodnight. She leaves for the party. I run to the window to
wave to her, but she is already gone.
Tonight I am very curious.
Just one touch.
I sit on the edge of Momma’s bed. I place my hand on the nightstand. I pause. I
think.
My hand moves up and rests on the jewelry box. The box quickly flips open by
itself! Jewels fly into the air. They dance around my head. I feel strange. I fall
ответ: One day the British family which consist of one very talented boy and his parents, decided to make it visible for everyone, who decided to visit their house. Mr Bob was sure the portrait that was drawn very beautifuly by his son will have a lot of admiration. Mrs Bern aslo was proud of the son. So all the family started to think about the place where the picture will be hang. When the dad was sure about the place, he with his son found instruments. Dad was smoking his pipe while hammering a nail. There was nothing, no warning, but then he got carried away the procces, so he hit with the hammer the Mrs Bern's head. Was heard shouting. The boy was scared. And suddenly Mr. Bob hit his own finger. It wasn't fun at all. The situation was so absurd that the staircase was shattered and with noice have grovelled on the boy who help to balance it. The result of it is bruices. The picture was hanging, not that high, but it wasn't the worst desicion, because the whole work was gorgeous.
перевод: Однажды британская семья, состоящая из одного очень талантливого мальчика и его родителей, решила сделать это видимым для всех, кто решил посетить их дом. Мистер Боб был уверен, что портрет, нарисованный его сыном, будет вызывать восхищение. Миссис Берн также гордилась своим сыном. Поэтому вся семья начала задумываться о месте, где будет висеть картина. когда папа был уверен насчет места, он со своим сыном нашел инструменты. папа курил трубку, забивая гвоздь. Там не было ничего, никакого предупреждения, но затем он увлекся процессами, поэтому он ударил молотком по голове миссис Берн. Был слышен крик. Мальчик был напуган. И вдруг мистер Боб ударил свой собственный палец. Это было совсем не весело. Ситуация была настолько нелепой, что лестница была разбита и с шумом рухнула на мальчика, который уравновесить ее. Результатом этого являются синяки. Картина висела не так высоко, но это было не худшее решение, потому что вся работа была великолепна
Just one touch
I am sitting in a chair next to Momma’s bed. I am watching her get ready for a
party. She opens the beautiful jewelry box on her nightstand. It is the size of a shoebox. It is wooden. It has colorful stones on top. They are red, green, yellow, and blue. To me, the box looks magical. It looks like it has special powers. “Now, you know you must never touch this box, right?” Momma says. I feel like she knows exactly what I am thinking. I just want to touch it. I just want to open it.
I just want to try on all the jewelry inside and dance around the room!
“Yes, Momma,” I say. “I know.”
What do I know?
I know Momma has always told me not to touch the box. She has said it since I
was a little girl.
“You are not old enough to wear my jewelry,” Momma says.
I am almost eleven years old! What is the big deal?
I know that when Momma puts on the rings and bracelets from the box, she looks
different. She seems to glow.
There is one necklace with a yellow stone like a tiger’s eye. When Momma puts
this on, she seems to float instead of walk. Her feet do not seem to touch the
ground. She moves lightly and gracefully. She moves without effort.
Momma kisses me goodnight. She leaves for the party. I run to the window to
wave to her, but she is already gone.
Tonight I am very curious.
Just one touch.
I sit on the edge of Momma’s bed. I place my hand on the nightstand. I pause. I
think.
My hand moves up and rests on the jewelry box. The box quickly flips open by
itself! Jewels fly into the air. They dance around my head. I feel strange. I fall
down to the floor.
I wake up in a place I have never seen before.
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Объяснение:
ответ: One day the British family which consist of one very talented boy and his parents, decided to make it visible for everyone, who decided to visit their house. Mr Bob was sure the portrait that was drawn very beautifuly by his son will have a lot of admiration. Mrs Bern aslo was proud of the son. So all the family started to think about the place where the picture will be hang. When the dad was sure about the place, he with his son found instruments. Dad was smoking his pipe while hammering a nail. There was nothing, no warning, but then he got carried away the procces, so he hit with the hammer the Mrs Bern's head. Was heard shouting. The boy was scared. And suddenly Mr. Bob hit his own finger. It wasn't fun at all. The situation was so absurd that the staircase was shattered and with noice have grovelled on the boy who help to balance it. The result of it is bruices. The picture was hanging, not that high, but it wasn't the worst desicion, because the whole work was gorgeous.
перевод: Однажды британская семья, состоящая из одного очень талантливого мальчика и его родителей, решила сделать это видимым для всех, кто решил посетить их дом. Мистер Боб был уверен, что портрет, нарисованный его сыном, будет вызывать восхищение. Миссис Берн также гордилась своим сыном. Поэтому вся семья начала задумываться о месте, где будет висеть картина. когда папа был уверен насчет места, он со своим сыном нашел инструменты. папа курил трубку, забивая гвоздь. Там не было ничего, никакого предупреждения, но затем он увлекся процессами, поэтому он ударил молотком по голове миссис Берн. Был слышен крик. Мальчик был напуган. И вдруг мистер Боб ударил свой собственный палец. Это было совсем не весело. Ситуация была настолько нелепой, что лестница была разбита и с шумом рухнула на мальчика, который уравновесить ее. Результатом этого являются синяки. Картина висела не так высоко, но это было не худшее решение, потому что вся работа была великолепна