The plane took off from an air field in London and the journey began. After a few minutes one of the engines went wrong, but the stewardess said that there are three engines left and the passengers were safe. When the plane reached the Mediterranean sea, the second engine broke down, but the stewardess told us that two engines were quite enough to keep us in the air. As we got off the coast of Africa, we learned that only one screw works. The passengers were terribly upset. Women kept their children stronger men were drinking heavily, I could not help thinking of cannibalism. At that moment the voice of the captain was heard "Ladies and gentlemen! I have tragic news for you." The faces of the passengers turned pale. Some people started to cry. The captain continued in a sad voice. "It is my sad duty to inform you that England has lost her last football match against Scotland." Думаю
Берег родной реки… Ишим... На его берегах расположился город удивительный - Астана. Река медленно несет свои воды куда-то вдаль. Солнце оранжевым глазом скользит по волнуемой легким ветерком водной глади. На мосту виден крылатый барс. Его могучая фигура четко вырисовывается на фоне багрового заката. Вечереет. Задумчиво бреду по берегу. Одна за другой рождаются мысли об Астане. Вот она, красавица, вся как на ладони…
Home shores of the river Ishim On its shores was located the city is amazing - Astana. The river slowly carries its waters into the distance. The sun's orange eye slides on a light breeze agitated the surface of the water. On the bridge you can see the winged leopard. His powerful figure clearly silhouetted against the crimson sunset. Evening. Thoughtfully I walked along the shore. One after the other produces thoughts about Astana. Here she is, beautiful, all in full view...
I having lunch now. (HavING)