my favorite food it's a urkainian borscht. invited in ukraine. borscht is a sour soup with beetroots, that's why he's so red. there many kinds of borscht, for example sorrel based green borsch, rye based white borscht and cabbage borscht. borscht usually consists of carrots, cabbage, onions, potatoes and tomatoes, often may include meat or fish. also borscht served with sour cream and hard-boiled eggs or even pampushky and halushky this is my favorite side dish! in ukraine and poland is usually one of the dishes served at the christmas eve dinner. it's popularity has spread in the eastern europe thanks to russian empire and in north america due to jews. no one knows who exactly invuted borscht, accordind to one of the versions, it was the cossacks who served in poland.
, дорогой санта!
я желаю тебе счастливого рождества! здоровья и весёлого настроения! я уверен, что ты самый лучший на свете, потому что ты верить в чудеса, и приносишь радость и веселье многим детям во всём мире. когда я вырасту, я хочу быть похожим на тебя.
я думаю, что я был хорошим мальчиком в этом году. каждый день я маме по дому. я убираю в своей комнате и часто мою посуду.я бы хотел попросить у тебя машину на пульте , осуществи мою мечту.с нетерпением жду своего подарка. наилучшие пожелания миссис клаус, всем эльфам и оленям!
hello dear santa!
i wish you a merry christmas! health and cheerful mood! i am sure that you helped to believe in miracles and bring joy and fun to many children around the world. when i grow up, i want to be like you.
i think i was a good boy this year. every day i help my mother around the house. i would like to ask you for a car on the remote control, please make my dream come true.
best wishes to mrs. claus, to all elves and deers!
My Christmas day starts off when we wake up and go to my grandmother's. By the time we get there my whole family is there. When you walk in you smell the sweet aroma of voluptuous food and my grandmother's favorite apple cinnamon candles. My friend Eric has described the smell as "pure goodness. After we have greeted everyone in the family, and the men have looked over what is being cooked. We go into the living room and turn on whatever sporting event is on. While the women of the family are fixing the meal, you can hear all of the men sitting, talking about sports statistics and whatever else is going on in their lives and the world.
Once it is time to eat we gather in the kitchen to say the prayer. My dad says the prayer and usually gives a good message that touches all of our lives. My dad then says "let's eat, ? and all of the men rush to see what the women have prepared. I walk over by the oven and on top of it I see cream corn, mashed potatoes, carrots in brown sugar, buttery biscuits, and green beans. I could smell the steam coming off of the carrots, the aroma of the brown sugar was music to my soul. The feast line then moved to the meat section of food. My grandmother had cooked a deliciously prepared turkey. My aunts had fixed ham, and turkey and dressing. With my dads barbecue chicken was more than my eyes could handle. My eyes were bulging out of their sockets by the time I had my plate made.
My cousin and I went outside to eat. We could hear the rest of the family talking and laughing every once in a while. I then began feasting.