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In the UK people say that a black
cat is lucky
1 My little sister has a
dark, so she sleeps with the light on.
2 Many sports stars are very
about the clothes they wear.
3 I've got a
:I always use the
same pen in my exams.
** Complete the sentences with the words
lucky superstition superstitious fear
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.