My family has always been strong and friendly. Grandparents lived with us, she helped her mother to raise me.
My dad chose a career naval officer. He served on a submarine and six months left in sea voyages. Mom cried at night in the pillow, quietly sobbing, so as not to upset me and grandmother. She was a doctor, so, too, was often absent on duty in the hospital or served patients at home.
Grandpa evenings planted me on his knees and was always told the same tale - about sea adventures and heroic exploits of my dad. About how he's on his submarine sneak up to the enemy ship and released the torpedo right on target. And then the submarine, like a huge underwater whale went into bottomless depths. I fell asleep, lulled by the waves, and fought bravely together with the Pope against the enemy, military squadrons.
But when dad returned from distant campaigns, our whole house was shaking. First in the door appeared large suitcases on wheels. After the Pope himself in a chic, black coat with gold anchors on the cuffs of the sleeves and white cap with "crab" (as the sailors call the cockade). He immediately picked up on the hands of the mother and whirled her around the room, and I was jumping around and clapping their hands. Then dad threw me to the ceiling and, with a chuckle, rubbing prickly cheeks on my happy face. The grandparents he held tightly to himself, and my mother and hugged him from the other side, and all stood for a few minutes in silence, enjoying the long-awaited arms.
Evening tea was delayed until midnight. I never wanted to leave early and all fell asleep at the table. Dad carried me into the nursery and put in the bed.
I grew up a happy child, because I knew that my daddy will always protect me, my family and our country!
1. Young people whodress in a shockingway to expresstheir identity. Theyhave brightlycoloured hair andwear metal chains.They are thoughtto rebel against thesociety or the oldergeneration. Themusic isaggressive. Theyreject everything.2. Some classify thesepeople like drug usersand rock and rollfans, since theirbehaviour andattitudes differ fromsocial norms. They donot conform tosociety’s standardsand support a liberalattitude and lifestyle.They accept otherpeople as they are.They always want tochange the world forthe best.3. They are the ‘wizards’ of the computer community; people with a deep understanding of how their computers work, and can do things with them that seem ‘magical’ to express themselves. They do not protest against their parents.4. These are the folkswho use computer-made , synthesizedmusic, and drugs tocreate massive all-night dance partiesin empty ware-houses. They like tobe in a collective.They want to try outall sort of optionsand are thought tobe violent andrebellious.5. All persons whoride 2 orsometimes 3wheeledmotorized vehiclesand who identifythemselves with aparticularsubculture. Theyusually wearleather jackets andarmy boots.6. People who intheir club getpracticalexperience inagriculture,home crafts andcountry lifegenerally.7. They are concernedabout and want toimprove or protectnature. Usually theyjoin Greenpeace,Friends of the Earthand the like. Theyprefer non-violentdirect actions tosolve ecologicalproblems.8. These people do voluntary work in the community, help needy people, may join an organisation like the Samaritans.9. Members of one of the leading youth organisations in Britain. They are trained to use their initiative, learn to use practical skills. Their moral values are loyalty and responsibility.10. They .They areaggressive. Theydo not conformto societystandards. Theyreject everything.11. To help nature To change the world for the best Do not protest against the parents To be in a collective To differ from other people To help people around, needy people To conform to society standarts To get some skills Improve or protect nature (попробуи может подоидет :) )
My dad chose a career naval officer. He served on a submarine and six months left in sea voyages. Mom cried at night in the pillow, quietly sobbing, so as not to upset me and grandmother. She was a doctor, so, too, was often absent on duty in the hospital or served patients at home.
Grandpa evenings planted me on his knees and was always told the same tale - about sea adventures and heroic exploits of my dad. About how he's on his submarine sneak up to the enemy ship and released the torpedo right on target. And then the submarine, like a huge underwater whale went into bottomless depths. I fell asleep, lulled by the waves, and fought bravely together with the Pope against the enemy, military squadrons.
But when dad returned from distant campaigns, our whole house was shaking. First in the door appeared large suitcases on wheels. After the Pope himself in a chic, black coat with gold anchors on the cuffs of the sleeves and white cap with "crab" (as the sailors call the cockade). He immediately picked up on the hands of the mother and whirled her around the room, and I was jumping around and clapping their hands. Then dad threw me to the ceiling and, with a chuckle, rubbing prickly cheeks on my happy face. The grandparents he held tightly to himself, and my mother and hugged him from the other side, and all stood for a few minutes in silence, enjoying the long-awaited arms.
Evening tea was delayed until midnight. I never wanted to leave early and all fell asleep at the table. Dad carried me into the nursery and put in the bed.
I grew up a happy child, because I knew that my daddy will always protect me, my family and our country!