Where - that thunder in the distance the thunder and the lightning flashes to remind you about the end of childhood. You're going to walk through the park, full of yellow leaves. Feet you will throw them into the air, and the wind will pick up them and circling in the air waltz, reminding you that the school song, under which you are saying goodbye to childhood. Waltz, waltz school ... My new boots you will step on the wet asphalt. And hide under the umbrella of the drizzle. The breeze will develop your blond curls. On cheeks will drip drops of rain. And no one would guess that it does not rain and the tears ... Hot, salty and ... not for children. Do you love fall, love this sweet old woman who sprays everywhere yellow. That hoarse wind blows away from you fatigue, sadness, and all the problems. Do you trust her. She had so much time with you, when you were so bad. She comforted you gold, cried with you rain, thunder angry with you ... She was walking with you alone in the evenings in the park. With you hurt gloomy sky. Growing up with you and me. She never betrayed you, do not cheat and do not rush. She was always with you. But when she left, she always came back. Unlike him. Unlike childhood. It is gone forever. And do not you leave, except a few memories. It takes with it all. All good, all bright, carefree, cheerful and is sincere. Childhood. It goes without saying goodbye. Without leaving a phone number or address or ICQ. And there are only broken memories and photos that you see a pretty girl smiling with which you do not want to say goodbye. But we have to. And you say "Goodbye", and that - that was broken inside you that - then disappeared. A part of you has died. And the girl in the photo - it's you ... rather, have not you, but a memory ... ... And now you go to the park, walking with new boots on the wet asphalt, and tossing in the air gold leaves. Wind picks them up in the air and turning waltz, you remember the school song and hiding under an umbrella. Wind develops your blond locks, and his cheeks are flowing droplets ... Rain. You're not crying, no. You rejoice. Yes, childhood is gone, it will not return. But it has left so many memories. School Time: Lessons from the break. Beloved friends, the first disappointment, first tears, first joy, the first win, first kiss, first love ... real children's love, which turned into an adult, because could be with you. And of course you're not crying, because you and I remained still the same dear old lady, autumn. She again with you. She does not give up, even if you leave, it will still come back ...
Russia is one of the largest countries in the world. The vast territory of Russia lies in the eastern part of Europe and the northern part of Asia. Russia is washed by twelve seas and three oceans.
The capital of Russian Federation is Moscow, with the population of about 10 million people.
The land of Russia varies very much from forests to deserts, from high mountains to deep valleys. The main mountain are the Urals, the Caucasus and the Altai. There are a lot of great rivers and deep lakes on its territory. Also there are many animals in Russia.
The longest rivers are the Volga in Europe and the Ob, the Yenisei and the Lena in Asia. The largest lakes are Ladoga and Baikal. Baikal is the deepest lake in the world and its water is the purest on earth.
The Russian Federation is rich in natural and mineral resources. It has deposits of oil, gas, iron, gold, silver and many others. The European part of the country is densely peopled, and most population live in cities. The current population of Russia is more than 145 million people.
Russia is a presidential republic. It is one of the leading powers in the world.
.My name is Pasha. I’m 13 years old. I’m in the sixth grade. I have a lot of friends but I want to tell about my best friend. His name is Alexander. He’s my school-mate. Sasha is cheerful, inquisitive and kind. He is very responsive. He will help me in hour of need. I always can rely on him.
Sasha goes to sports school. He is very tall that’s why he goes in for basketball. On weekends we play football or cycle. Sometimes we go fishing and fish crucians. Also he is fond of playing computer games and watching horror films. His favourite films are “Saw” and “Scream”. We often go to the cinema. Sasha is true friend. My father says that I’m lucky because I have so reliable and true friend. I value our friendship. Меня зовут Павел. Мне 13 лет. Я учусь в шестом классе. У меня много друзей, но я хочу рассказать о своём лучшем друге. Его зовут Александр. Он учится со мной в одном классе. Саша весёлый, любознательный и добрый. Он очень отзывчивый. В трудную минуту придёт на Я всегда могу на него положиться.
Саша ходит в спортивную школу. Он очень высокого роста, поэтому занимается баскетболом. В выходные мы любим с ним играть в футбол или кататься на велосипедах. Иногда ходим на рыбалку и ловим там карасей. Ещё он любит играть в компьютерные игры и смотреть фильмы ужасов. Его самые любимые фильмы « Пила» и «Крик». Мы часто ходим с ним в кинотеатр. Саша настоящий друг. Мой папа говорит, что мне повезло, раз у меня есть такой верный и надёжный друг. Я дорожу нашей дружбой.
Where - that thunder in the distance the thunder and the lightning flashes to remind you about the end of childhood.
You're going to walk through the park, full of yellow leaves. Feet you will throw them into the air, and the wind will pick up them and circling in the air waltz, reminding you that the school song, under which you are saying goodbye to childhood. Waltz, waltz school ...
My new boots you will step on the wet asphalt. And hide under the umbrella of the drizzle. The breeze will develop your blond curls. On cheeks will drip drops of rain. And no one would guess that it does not rain and the tears ... Hot, salty and ... not for children.
Do you love fall, love this sweet old woman who sprays everywhere yellow. That hoarse wind blows away from you fatigue, sadness, and all the problems. Do you trust her. She had so much time with you, when you were so bad. She comforted you gold, cried with you rain, thunder angry with you ...
She was walking with you alone in the evenings in the park. With you hurt gloomy sky. Growing up with you and me. She never betrayed you, do not cheat and do not rush. She was always with you. But when she left, she always came back. Unlike him. Unlike childhood. It is gone forever. And do not you leave, except a few memories. It takes with it all. All good, all bright, carefree, cheerful and is sincere.
Childhood. It goes without saying goodbye. Without leaving a phone number or address or ICQ. And there are only broken memories and photos that you see a pretty girl smiling with which you do not want to say goodbye. But we have to. And you say "Goodbye", and that - that was broken inside you that - then disappeared. A part of you has died. And the girl in the photo - it's you ... rather, have not you, but a memory ...
... And now you go to the park, walking with new boots on the wet asphalt, and tossing in the air gold leaves. Wind picks them up in the air and turning waltz, you remember the school song and hiding under an umbrella. Wind develops your blond locks, and his cheeks are flowing droplets ... Rain. You're not crying, no. You rejoice. Yes, childhood is gone, it will not return. But it has left so many memories. School Time: Lessons from the break. Beloved friends, the first disappointment, first tears, first joy, the first win, first kiss, first love ... real children's love, which turned into an adult, because could be with you.
And of course you're not crying, because you and I remained still the same dear old lady, autumn. She again with you. She does not give up, even if you leave, it will still come back ...