Literary and Memorial Museum Complex S. Mukanova and G. Musrepov
This museum shocked me. This is the story of a person, of an entire era, and of his attitude to national writers in the USSR. This is home stuff. Unique photos. I had little time - they galloped. But I dream of returning to Alma Ata with my family (only to live, of course, not in the Alma-Ata hotel) and spend 3 hours in this museum. And mind you, this is only 1 apartment
1. The German class started. I arrived. When I arrived the German class had already started. 2. I didn’t recognize her. We met a few times before. Although we had met a few times before,I didn't recognize her . 3. She went bright red. She used the wrong word. After she had use the wrong word,she went bright red. 4. Mike was late for the class. He left his books at home. Mike was late for school because he had left his books at home . 5. Ana spent an hour in the advanced class. She realised she was in the wrong room. Ana had spent an hour in the advanced class before she realized she was in the wrong room.
Winter is a good time of the year. On the street everything is white, nature stood still as if waiting for a miracle. A miracle - a celebration of the New Year! Celebrate the New Year came to our house guests. It was fun! After the clock struck 12, I went with my friend on the street. We played in the snow, rolled down the hills and lit sparklers. By accessing home, my friend and I were like snowmen. We did not sleep until morning and all the while having fun. The next day, the guests had departed, but the mood remained festive.Winter vacation I liked, I had a good time: a lot of walking on the street, skate, go on a visit to his grandmother. But I do not just play and have fun. On vacation I did karate and passed the exam for 6 kyu, I now have a green belt, even went to the Republican competitions, which were held in the village Raevka. And as I was going to engage in linguistic Academy of English
Literary and Memorial Museum Complex S. Mukanova and G. Musrepov
This museum shocked me. This is the story of a person, of an entire era, and of his attitude to national writers in the USSR. This is home stuff. Unique photos. I had little time - they galloped. But I dream of returning to Alma Ata with my family (only to live, of course, not in the Alma-Ata hotel) and spend 3 hours in this museum. And mind you, this is only 1 apartment