Всем ,
нужно составить диалог
вы говорите с зарубежным другом о вашей школе или школах вашей страны послушайте своего иностранного друга скажите ему что вы не понимаете, о чем он говорит, и спросите о значении на языке и перевод на предложения которые можно добавить в диалог
-я учусь в 3 классе
-во многих школах сша есть летние классы
-я хожу в грамматическую школу манчестера
-у всех учеников в школе ксть свом шкафчики
-в 9 утра я хожу в воскресную школу
-я добираюсь до школы на школьном автобусе
-в конце семестра наша школа отправляет родителям табель успеваемости
сейчас скину фотку этих предложений которые выше только на
Mind is a part of reality. It is exact wording, because I felt it on my own skin in different circumstances. However, reality is unpredictable.
After long begging I finally can go to the Endy's house on the weekend. My friend hinted on magical impact of this places, so I started to imagine unusual landscapes with gold sky and sun(дальше я не могу уже просто перевести это предложение). Perhaps, I was never wronger like that. Eaten tasty stakes, which his grandmother left for us. Talking enough about this beautiful places, I went sleep in a small room. There was a small bed, where I had to sleep. Luckily, I wasn't capricious. Andy was in the other room. When he tried to leave he didn't told me "Good night", he told me the other words - "Good escape to you". And he closed door. Perhaps, I can understand him in many ways.
A dream came fast. Maybe it is because I was full and my head was "full" with fresh air. Even right now, when I write this I distinctly remember that night. I walked along the silky road to nowhere. I was surrounded by a thick fog. I wasn't thinking it was a dream, because all the things were so real I could not be wrong. I just wanted to go and I go...I go on this weak grey light. After a while a saw transparent shapes in ragged clothes. This creatures started to fly through me. On their faces were strange bandages, they whispered something. I tried to listen what they are saying, but I was too frightened to come closer to one of them. But my curiosity was stronger than my fear. When I tried to come closer to one of them, the ground became thick as jelly. It started to swamp me. This strange ghosts, which didn't see me ten seconds later, now started to come closer to me. My fear were so strong and I started to scream. I shout. I shout till I woke up at the ground of the dark room. I was frozen from fear. I got up and run to the window to open the curtain. The light from the moon lightened their wrinkled faces. I saw again these ghosts. I can't understand anymore is it real or not. I ran from the room and tried to find Andy. All windows in this house were gone. There was a wall in this places where were windows. The light was only in Andy's room. I was very frightened and even fell down. But I reached his room. I only saw his back when I walked in the room. I shook him. He slowly turned his face to me. In place of his green eyes I saw two dark circles. This circles should be called "eyes", but I can't call them like that. His mouth was frozen in silent fear. I even thought that he tried to say something to me. Squeezing his shoulder I felt that he is fraying. His skin was splitting and finally he disappeared. Whisper in my head increased and I tried to hide. I cried and remembered all my life. Only good moments. I cried and shouted. All was wrong at this night.
I was awakened by Andy. Telling this story I can't describe my feelings. I was frightened. Andy told something to me, he said something about escape and went to make coffee. I quickly drank a coffee and told Andy that "I almost forgot about my old granny's birthday" (I didn't have grandmother). And I slowly went out of the house and ran to closest bus stop.
And from that moment I haven't seen Andy anymore. I haven't seen him in school. I haven't seen him on the streets. I haven't seen him in the town. And one day, I can't remember why in my head were this strange words: "What a miraculous escape".
I shivered. I tried but I can't forget my strange friend, his house and this evil Sunday.Perhaps, this is why I see my invisible neighbors. But I'm already used.
Охх, ну и крутая же у тебя история бро *.* а есть еще?