Once there lived a girl who loved her classmate. Unfortiently, this boy had never even looked at this girl. So her love was very painful and terrible. But our girl was courage enough to come to the boy and tell him about her fillings. But as it was expected the boy only laughed at her. She cried a lot thinking that her life had ended. But on the next day when she went shopping she met a perfect boy who was elder her. She fell in love with him. But another problem appered on her way to happiness - her parents. Still we have to remember that the girl was very brave. So she collected her things at night, jumped out of the window and went away with her lovely boy. And they lived happily forever. The end :)
Надеюсь, такой бред пройдёт.)
Native school... Has passed 8 years since then when we have crossed for the first time its threshold. Then our eyes were shone with curiosity and children's delight. We did not guess at all that the school becomes our second house. At school we have learned to write, read, consider, we have learned to live. After all from the first class of the teacher tried to impart to us not only knowledge from various sciences, but also a part of the soul. They put good, caress, justice, honesty, mind in our souls. Also I think their diligence were not vain. In school there has passed the most part of our life. And though time goes, anybody from us will not regret these remarkable academic years. In our second house we got acquainted with friends and quarreled with them, rejoiced, received двенадцять for the answer, and have grieved because of the two. Within the precincts of school we have learned to think, express the feelings, have learned to be mistaken and correct these mistakes. Exactly here we brought up the will power, patience, muzhestvo.no how there were our destinies.
Now listen, Doctor, and I'll tell you something. Do you know that animals can talk? "asked the parrot." I knew that parrots can talk, "said the Doctor." Oh, we talk like a parrot, can speak two languages - the language and the language of the bird of people, "Polynesia said proudly." If I say, 'Polly wants cracker, 'you understand me. But hear this: Oi kaka parrot bugs, collecting collection? "
“Good Good!” Shouted the Doctor. "What does this mean?"
"That means 'Is the porridge hot already?' - in the language of the bird."
"Mine! You don't say that!" Said the Doctor. “You've never said that way to me before.” “What would be the use?” Said Polynesia. “You wouldn't understand me if I had.” “Tell me a little more,” said the Doctor, all agitated; and he rushed to the dresser's drawer and returned with a book and a pencil. "Now, don't go too fast - and I'll write it down. It's interesting - very interesting - something pretty new. Give me ABC of Birds first - slowly now."
So that there was a way the Doctor knew that the animals had their own language and could speak to each other. And all that day Polynesia gave him the words of a bird to suppress in a book. After a while, with the help of a parrot, the Doctor learned the language of animals so well that he could speak to them himself and understand everything they said. Then he gave up being a doctor of people in general. The old ladies began to bring him their dogs, who had eaten too much cake; and the farmers came many miles to show him cows that had the flu and sheep with broken bones.
One day a plow horse was brought to him; and the poor thing was terribly glad to find a man who could speak the language of the horse. "You know Doctor," said the horse, "that vet up the hill doesn't know anything at all. I'm walking blind in one eye. But that stupid man up the hill didn't even look at my eyes. He kept giving me big pills. I tried to say to him; but he couldn't understand the word of horse language. What I need is glasses. I would like a pair like yours - just green. They will keep the sun out of my eyes while I plow the Fifty Acre Field. " Of course, "said the Doctor. “Greens you must have.” And soon it became a common sight to see farm animals wearing glasses in the country around Puddleby; and since then there has never been a blind horse.
And so it was with all the other animals that were brought to him. Once they found he could speak their language, they told hiiv where the pain was and how they felt, and of course it was easy for him to heal them. Whenever any creatures got sick - not only horses and cows and dogs, but all the small things of the regions, like field mice and water rats, badgers and bats - they arrived immediately at his house on the edge of the city, thus his big the garden was almost always crowded with animals trying to get in to see it.
Once the Italian organ grinder came with the monkey on the string. The doctor saw at once that the monkey's collar was too tight and that he was dirty and unhappy. So he removed the monkey from the Italian, gave the man a shilling and told him to leave. The organ grinder got very angry and said that he wanted to keep the monkey. But the Doctor would not let him and said that he would take care of the monkey from then on. So the Italian walked away, saying that the rude things and the monkey stayed with Doctor Dolittle and had a nice home. The other animals in the house called him "Half-breed" - which, in monkey language, means "ginger".
Объяснение:
это перевод