Spring is the most beautiful time of the year, everything starts to bloom, flowers appear and it is possible to walk with friends at least nights. In my spring break I will help my mother to clean the apartment, if I do not need help, I'll go for a walk.
But the weather has definitely failed me. Winter did not want to leave, even at the end of March it was very frosty.
But still, vacations are a vacation and my mood was festive every day.
I managed to go several times to the cinema, a couple of times I was visiting friends that I rarely meet in my daily life - they live far away and after school they do not go to visit them comfortably, and on weekends they always find something for me, caring parents .
I spent the spring break just fine. There have been many interesting events. For example, I went to the movies with my sister, I really liked it, and we will definitely go there again. And, my friend had a birthday, and we celebrated it in a cafe. Then we twice went to competitions in the Palace of Sports that would cheer for our team
"Letter to My Mother" was written in 1924, the last period of creativity and almost the very end of his life this time poeta.Dlya Esenina summing itogov.Eto poem is a request for materi.vsё poem is permeated with a touching tenderness and care about her.Lyrical hero admired the infinite patience and gentle lyubovtyu his "old lady": Write me what you, concealing anxiety Sad helluva lot of me, What you often go on the road The old-fashioned run-down shushune. Lyrical hero gorechyuosoznaet, chtoo from "his old lady," there is reason to worry about his ne'er-do-son: she knows about "tavern brawls," about a mother zapoyah.Toska so great apredchuvstviya so joyless, that she "often goes on the road." But the lyrical hero tries to comfort his mother, promising to come back, "when will spread the branches in spring, our white garden". Each line of this poem is imbued with filial love, care, "Write me that you Taya disturbing, sad helluva lot about me" .Syn understands how hard it is given by the mother, these bitter times of separation, perezhivaniy.On trying to convince them that, in spite of the rumors, his heart remains pure, and life purpose he sees yasno.My see that lyrical weighs his current position, parting with a nice house, materyu.Nahodyas away from the nest, he is faint with longing and dreaming to get back to the short, but very comfortable home. I really liked this poem Esenina for his honesty, tenderness, iskrennost.V it felt great love poet to materi.Eto poem was written very simply, without pompous phrases, high slov.Vnem whole soul Yesenin.
Yes.
My favourite sport is football. (Это не мой любимый спорт)