Вот если это по английскому надо*)
believe that the most sacred in man - a family and homeland. The family - a father, mother, children, a warm house, where you are always welcome and understood. I have until it's gone.
The days when every other family had many children, long gone. And today, we feel that a child is three too many. Someone engaged in a career, one lives for fun, while others simply afraid to take this important step, and eventually all women give birth later and menshe.nogie afraid of difficulties, want to live only for themselves in what without denying yourself. Naturally, the birth of several children cool change this carefree life. Therefore, do not give birth to a woman. And remember how it was before. All were poor, yet many children are very frequent. And all lived well, and raised their children in spite of the lack of money. The children grew up, helping each other, on their feet and began, in turn, take care of their parents. Now everything is different. Children grow up selfish, pampered, they are confident that their parents have the coffin of life. And all because a child who does not have a brother or sister gets used, that is all around care about it. In my opinion, bear a child - it's a crime. You not only to yourself, you mess up his life. Refined person is difficult to settle in life, and parents do not last.
The closer New Year, the stronger nostalgia on crunchy snow. Even at the most inveterate skeptics and cynics this night hearts fight a little faster. Because New Year, whatever one may do and pretend to be that you in what magic don`t trust, is all the same miracle expectation. It is enough to remember and feel at least taste of tangerines, a smell of woolen mittens to which have stuck snow, grandmother`s fritters with honey...
This night, fireworks everywhere blow up, and the sky lights up with a round dance of the color sparks similar to fantastic fairies from any forgotten children`s cartoon film, and habitual and simultaneously strange silhouettes of fur-trees through glasses look brilliant multi-colored eyes of spheres. It almost as is fantastic, as Santa Claus who has climbed through a window leaf. In the world smells like a holiday…
In life there is a place to a positive miracle. Sincere, genuine and improbable! Because the magic is when words are added in rhyme... Verses also turn out. Magic is when usual packing of oil paints turns on a canvas to a surprising landscape. Magic - it happens. It can`t be planned. It is always. It is necessary not to wait for miracles, and simply to trust in them. After all they trap us continually.
You would like a little more magic on New Year`s? Then it is necessary to go and buy all gifts. And then to be at home at the TV with a cup of coffee and to wrap them in celebratory packing, without feeling sorry for bright paints and spangles ...
