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 ...
I think summer is the best season of all because it is warm, the nature is beautiful and we have great opportunities for rest. Summer is a time of holidays. We can go anywhere, spend our time near a river or a lake on fresh, green grass, swim in warm water, or climb mountains, play different games, ride a bicycle and so on.
I spend my summer holidays at my granny’s. There are many things there to do. What I did most of the time - I swam in the sea and sunbathed. Sometimes I made a fire with my friends at the seaside and cooked potatoes there. It was wonderful. We told anecdotes to each other, and did everything we wanted. I also got used to walk alone in the forest.
When August was coming to its end, I went on a small voyage by ship. The ship name was “Sevastopol”.
But this summer wasn’t for me only sugar and honey. I have passed through the graduating exams after school and entering exams in the university. So the bigger part of my summer vacations I spent sitting with the books. Of course, it was not interesting, but I’m glad that I did it because now I’m a student of the best university in our country.
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Я думаю, лето - самое лучшее время года, потому что тепло, вокруг очень красиво и у нас есть чудесная возможность отдохнуть. Лето - время отпусков и каникул. Мы можем поехать куда угодно, проводить время у реки или озера на свежей зеленой траве, плавать в теплой воде, или подняться в горы, или играть в различные игры, кататься на велосипеде и т.д.
Я провожу летние каникулы у моей бабули. Там есть чем заняться. Большую часть времени я плавал в море и загорал. Иногда я разжигал с друзьями костер на берегу и мы пекли в нем картошку. Это было замечательно. Мы рассказывали друг другу анекдоты, и делали все, что хотели. А еще я часто ходил один в лес.
В конце августа я поехал на небольшую морскую прогулку. Судно называлось "Севастополь".
Но этим летом я не только развлекался. Я через выпускные экзамены в школе и вступительные экзамены в университете. Так что большую часть летних каникул я провел за книгами. Конечно, это было не очень интересно, но я рад, что я через это, потому что теперь я - студент лучшего университета нашей страны.