Write a story (a real or imaginary one) about someone from your family. ask your parents and grandparents for information. желательно с переводом на ! нужно , поэтому постораюсь многих наградить
Winter, what a gorgeous time of year! There are many beautiful holidays in a year but in my opinion the most wonderful of them is Christmas and of course it is celebrated in winter. For every child Christmas is as important holiday as birthday and not only for children, isn’t it? Let’s be frank(откровенный), every one of us looks forward to Christmas and despite the fact that we’re an adult everybody still waits for a miracle from each Christmas.
And so I want to share with you the day of my worst Christmas. I don’t know why but year by year I reminisce that day sadder…It happened when I was 7. It was the 31 of December. Morning started like usual Christmas morning, nothing presaged (ничто не предвещало) disappointment. (I will not describe you the whole day just listen about Christmas night)As every year at ten to 12 I approached the window with my brother and father. We started to call Santa Claus, but I noticed that my mother wasn’t with us. So I decided to go to the other room and call mommy…it would be better if I did not do that. I entered the room and glanced down; I didn’t believe what I was seeing: mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up and was folding them under the tree. I looked sadly at my mother and said: “Mom I always thought that Santa puts gifts under the Christmas tree” I did not listen to my mother’s explanation and ran away to bed. I’ll never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying.
It was my worst Christmas and now that is one of my bitter memories.
Winter, what a gorgeous time of year! There are many beautiful holidays in a year but in my opinion the most wonderful of them is Christmas and of course it is celebrated in winter. For every child Christmas is as important holiday as birthday and not only for children, isn’t it? Let’s be frank(откровенный), every one of us looks forward to Christmas and despite the fact that we’re an adult everybody still waits for a miracle from each Christmas.
And so I want to share with you the day of my worst Christmas. I don’t know why but year by year I reminisce that day sadder…It happened when I was 7. It was the 31 of December. Morning started like usual Christmas morning, nothing presaged (ничто не предвещало) disappointment. (I will not describe you the whole day just listen about Christmas night)As every year at ten to 12 I approached the window with my brother and father. We started to call Santa Claus, but I noticed that my mother wasn’t with us. So I decided to go to the other room and call mommy…it would be better if I did not do that. I entered the room and glanced down; I didn’t believe what I was seeing: mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up and was folding them under the tree. I looked sadly at my mother and said: “Mom I always thought that Santa puts gifts under the Christmas tree” I did not listen to my mother’s explanation and ran away to bed. I’ll never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying.
It was my worst Christmas and now that is one of my bitter memories.