It was a nice winter day. The sun was shining and through the clouds the parts of sky were seen.
Den and Martin decided to skate on the lake not far from their house. Den's mother didn't allow him to sake alone but they were skating together and it was not dangerous.
Both friends skated very well and spent great time on the lake. They had been skating for an hour, Martin went ahead when the ice had broken and Den fell to the water.
Martin tried to save his friend singly. He took off his scarf and threw it to Den. Den seized the scarf and Martin took his friend out of the water.
Fortunately somebody saw what had happened and called for help. At that moment when ambulance car pulled up the boy had already got to the bank of the lake and were standing there trembling with cold. Rescuers covered the boys by blankets to warm them up and sent them to the hospital.
Fortunately everything ended well.
I'll tell you about my worst weekend ever. It was the summer of 2010. My sister and I went to see my grandmother. Everything was fine. My sister spoke impolitely to my grandmother. Grandma wasn't feeling well, but she didn't tell us. Her illness was not noticeable. We stayed there for 2 weeks. I played on my phone and my sister went out with new friends. When we left, I saw my grandmother crying. I was so sorry to leave her.
After 3 weeks, my family and I found out that she was ill. She fainted in the store and was taken to the hospital. She was told that she had been seriously ill for at least 7 weeks. I remembered what she looked like when I was with her, but I didn't even think about it.