William Shakespeare,the greatest English playwright, was born in 1564 in Stratford-on-Avon in England. Stratford is a small country town in a farming district near the centre of England .the Avon, which is a pretty river with grass and trees all along its banks, runs through Stratford. Not much is known of Shakespeare's father. He was a farmer who, at different times of his life, sold meat and bought and sold wool. He was poor and was often in money difficulties. Very little is known about the life of his only son William also the little house in which the great writer was born still stands. It is now a museum. William went to school in Stratford. In 1586 he went to London. Probably the first work he did there was at one of the two theatres that there were in London at that time. Then he became an actor and soon began to write plays for the company of actors to which he belonged. Shakespeare bought the largest house in his home town in 1597, but he did not spend much time there till 1610. He spent the last years of his life in it.
Winter ! Winter - a strange time, when the earth vkutuyetsya in white blanket , and nature falls asleep in anticipation of future dreams spring awakening. Hearts of many writers , poets and artists have been touched beauty of Russian winter. So many famous products of devoted this time of year . Just recall the famous lines of Pushkin's "Winter ! Farmer , triumphantly , drovnyah updates on the way ... " And, in fact , really , winter - a solemn state of mind. A white blanket of snow, snow caps on trees, sparkling icicles on roofs - all this creates a raised, cheerful mood. Nature looks elegantly and gracefully . Of course , this beauty is cold. It is no accident because the cold is legendary Russian phenomenon. But despite the cold, the snow sparkling becomes warm and happy inside. Winter has always been the most beautiful time of the year zavoevyvaly heart writers, poets , artists ... The literature and art of this period is associated with a variety of "snow" motives: ukutani in white hats forests, fluffy white curtains in the fields, sleigh that penetrate through high snow . Indeed, the winter in our understanding - a cold, covered with a crust of ice lakes and rivers, which is so cute and beautifully seated fishermen, who slept nature, ukutana white blanket. Winter - my favorite time of year. Maybe because this time nature becomes elegant and festive. Maybe that winter - a magical time when it comes to Christmas and New Year . But winter is always nice to look out the window , admiring the snow-covered city. Nice to walk through parks and gardens , listening to the snow crunches underfoot. It's nice to play snowball fight with your friends. In short , winter can not but affect the heart strings . I love winter. They are poetic and beautiful , they touch the strings of the soul. What if the weather outside is.
was born in 1564 in Stratford-on-Avon in England. Stratford is a small country town in a farming district near the centre of England .the Avon, which is a
pretty river with grass and trees all along its banks,
runs through Stratford. Not much is known of Shakespeare's father. He was a farmer who, at different times of his life, sold meat and bought and sold
wool. He was poor and was often in money difficulties.
Very little is known about the life of his only son William
also the little house in which the great writer was born
still stands. It is now a museum. William went to
school in Stratford. In 1586 he went to London.
Probably the first work he did there was at one of the two
theatres that there were in London at that time. Then
he became an actor and soon began to write plays for the
company of actors to which he belonged. Shakespeare
bought the largest house in his home town in 1597, but
he did not spend much time there till 1610. He spent the
last years of his life in it.