he and my mother split up. He must have wanted the best for me, but the best was always what he wanted. He chose my school and I hated it. I had no friends there, I was miserable and didn't do well, so I was asked to leave. He must have been very disappointed, but he said nothing to me. He wanted me to be an actor like him but I'm not at all like him. I tried it for a while, but I was miserable until I met my husband. He's a vet and I'm his assistant. Now I'm doing what I always wanted to do, working with animals. My father and I have always been so different. I love animals and he loves books and music, and above all opera, which I hate. If he comes to see us (we live on a farm), he always wears totally the wrong clothes, but we still don't see much of each other. It’s because he didn't really want me to marry George. He wanted me to marry a famous film star or something, but of course I didn’t. George and I don't want children, we have our animals, but my father would love to have a grandson. Maybe his new wife will give him the son he wants, but probably not. She cares too much about being slim and beautiful. I occasionally see one of his films on TV. I find it hard to believe he's my father. He is like a stranger.
y first wife and I only had one child. It might have been nice to have more. I would have liked a son, but we just had Carmen. I see her as my best friend. I think she always comes to me first if she has a problem. We have the same sense of humour and share many interests, except that she's crazy about animals, obsessed with them - she has always had dogs, cats, and horses in her life. We were closest when she was about four, which I think is a wonderful age for a child. That's when they need their parents most. But as soon as Carmen went to school, she seemed to grow up and grow apart from her family, and any father finds it difficult with a teenage daughter. She was very moody and had an odd group of friends. There was an endless stream of strange young men coming to our house. I remember I once got annoyed with her in front of her friends and she didn't the and my mother split up. He must have wanted the best for me, but the best was always what he wanted. He chose my school and I hated it. I had no friends there, I was miserable and didn't do well, so I was asked to leave. He must have been very disappointed, but he said nothing to me. He wanted me to be an actor like him but I'm not at all like him. I tried it for a while, but I was miserable until I met my husband. He's a vet and I'm his assistant. Now I'm doing what I always wanted to do, working with animals. My father and I have always been so different. I love animals and he loves books and music, and above all opera, which I hate. If he comes to see us (we live on a farm), he always wears totally the wrong clothes, but we still don't see much of each other. It’s because he didn't really want me to marry George. He wanted me to marry a famous film star or something, but of course I didn’t. George and I don't want children, we have our animals, but my father would love to have a grandson. Maybe his new wife will give him the son he wants, but probably not. She cares too much about being slim and beautiful. I occasionally see one of his films on TV. I find it hard to believe he's my father. He is like a stranger.alk to me for days. I've always
Music in our life i love music, i think people can not live without it. the first thing i do in the morning i switch on my tape — recorder. we can hear music everywhere: in the streets, in the shops, on tv, over the radio, in the cars, in the parks, everywhere. i think it's really doesn't matter what kind of music you prefer: rock, pop, classical, jazz. a lot of people are fond of music. they buy tapes, go to the concerts, visit concert halls and opera theatres. i enjoy listening music because it reflects my moods and emotions. very often when i'm blue, i play my favourite merry songs and feel much better. sometimes i attend music halls and the concerts, when popular groups and singers are there. i like watching music programs on tv. i like to know more and more about popular talented groups and singers i like. one wall of my room is covered with posters of "bon jovi", "scorpions", "roxette", russian singers agutin, sjutkin, linda and others. some people go to musics schools, they play different musical instruments, sing in the chorus, try to compose music. unfortunately there are so many ungifted singers on the stages, that it makes me sad. to have a good producer doesn't mean to have good ears and voice. i think that only talented people can claim to be singers. музыка в нашей жизни я люблю музыку, и мне кажется, что люди не могут жить без нее. первое, что я делаю утром — это включаю магнитофон. мы можем слышать музыку повсюду: на улицах, в магазинах, по телевизору и радио, в машинах, парках — везде. я думаю, что не имеет никакого значения, какую музыку вы предпочитаете: рок, поп, классическую, джаз. многим людям нравится музыка. они покупают кассеты, ходят на концерты, посещают филармонии и оперные театры. мне нравится слушать музыку, потому что она отражает мои настроения и эмоции. часто, когда мне грустно, я включаю свои любимые веселые песни и чувствую себя намного лучше. иногда я посещаю концертные залы, когда мои любимые группы или исполнители там выступают. мне нравится смотреть музыкальные передачи по телевизору. мне нравится узнавать больше и больше о популярных талантливых группах и исполнителях, которые мне нравятся. одна стена в моей комнате оклеена плакатами "бон джови", "скорпионз", "роксет". плакатами с изображением российских исполнителей агутина, сюткина, линды. некоторые ходят в музыкальные школы. они играют на различных музыкальных инструментах, поют в хоре, пытаются сочинять музыку. к сожалению, на нашей эстраде сейчас так много бездарных исполнителей, что меня это огорчает. иметь хорошего продюсера — еще не значит иметь хороший слух или голос. мне кажется, что только талантливые люди имеют право называться певцами.
he and my mother split up. He must have wanted the best for me, but the best was always what he wanted. He chose my school and I hated it. I had no friends there, I was miserable and didn't do well, so I was asked to leave. He must have been very disappointed, but he said nothing to me. He wanted me to be an actor like him but I'm not at all like him. I tried it for a while, but I was miserable until I met my husband. He's a vet and I'm his assistant. Now I'm doing what I always wanted to do, working with animals. My father and I have always been so different. I love animals and he loves books and music, and above all opera, which I hate. If he comes to see us (we live on a farm), he always wears totally the wrong clothes, but we still don't see much of each other. It’s because he didn't really want me to marry George. He wanted me to marry a famous film star or something, but of course I didn’t. George and I don't want children, we have our animals, but my father would love to have a grandson. Maybe his new wife will give him the son he wants, but probably not. She cares too much about being slim and beautiful. I occasionally see one of his films on TV. I find it hard to believe he's my father. He is like a stranger.
y first wife and I only had one child. It might have been nice to have more. I would have liked a son, but we just had Carmen. I see her as my best friend. I think she always comes to me first if she has a problem. We have the same sense of humour and share many interests, except that she's crazy about animals, obsessed with them - she has always had dogs, cats, and horses in her life. We were closest when she was about four, which I think is a wonderful age for a child. That's when they need their parents most. But as soon as Carmen went to school, she seemed to grow up and grow apart from her family, and any father finds it difficult with a teenage daughter. She was very moody and had an odd group of friends. There was an endless stream of strange young men coming to our house. I remember I once got annoyed with her in front of her friends and she didn't the and my mother split up. He must have wanted the best for me, but the best was always what he wanted. He chose my school and I hated it. I had no friends there, I was miserable and didn't do well, so I was asked to leave. He must have been very disappointed, but he said nothing to me. He wanted me to be an actor like him but I'm not at all like him. I tried it for a while, but I was miserable until I met my husband. He's a vet and I'm his assistant. Now I'm doing what I always wanted to do, working with animals. My father and I have always been so different. I love animals and he loves books and music, and above all opera, which I hate. If he comes to see us (we live on a farm), he always wears totally the wrong clothes, but we still don't see much of each other. It’s because he didn't really want me to marry George. He wanted me to marry a famous film star or something, but of course I didn’t. George and I don't want children, we have our animals, but my father would love to have a grandson. Maybe his new wife will give him the son he wants, but probably not. She cares too much about being slim and beautiful. I occasionally see one of his films on TV. I find it hard to believe he's my father. He is like a stranger.alk to me for days. I've always