Sunlight In a poor district near Lima a young man out of his house — a tiny house with a plastic roof. He looks at the morning sky. Another day without sunshine. The weather has been terrible lately. He can't remember the last time he saw the sun. Heavy grey clouds fill the sky, and his heart feels cold with sadness. No sunshine when she's gone, he thinks. Only darkness every day. And she didn't call for so long. He wonders if she's gone forever. He tries to imagine life without her. What if she stays there, in Madrid, cleaning houses of the rich? He turns as he hears a noise; one of the kids wakes up. They miss her a lot. The house is not a home without her. Every day they ask "When is mummy coming home?" What can he say? Once. Soon, my child. "And why isn't she here, dad?" Why? Due to the fact that they need money, and no jobs, and there she can earn in a day, how much you earn here in a month. Not easy to feed five hungry children. But not so easy to live without a mother. He sighs. Time to Wake them up and prepare for school. He knows many people who send their children to work, to wash cars or to beg, but she always said that her children must get an education. But it's hard. He misses her, too. He misses her smile, her voice, the songs that she sings, even when things look black. And he knows that she loves him. But why didn't she call? Maybe she forgot them. Maybe she decided to stay there. Maybe she found someone else. He feels that he is ready to cry, but he can't. Not in the presence of children. The dog starts to bark. He returned to the house to start another day. Suddenly a ray of sunshine breaks through the clouds and lights up the doorway as well as Verenikina steps through the door. He feels the warm sun on his back. Little girl just woke up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. She looks just like her mother. She yawns, and he hears his mother's voice. He hears his name, "Nacho! Nacho!" Veronica says? Behind him he hears footsteps. He turns around. The sun is too bright, and he can't see clearly. He puts his hand to his eyes, and then thinks: "I woke up! I'm still dreaming!" But then Veronica yells, "Mom!" And he knows that sometimes dreams come true.
Hello, Dear Santa! My name is Ivan. I'm from Russia from(впишешь город, в котором живешь) I'm eight years old. I'm writing you this letter, because I was a good boy this year. I hope you think so too:) I know that you are very busy and you have a lot of work to do, but you are the one who can help me! I live in a good family. My parents love me very much, but they don't have possibility to buy expensive things. Thу only person who works is my father. He has a good salary, so we live with comfort, but he wastes all money on family needs. I study at good schooll and all my classmates has cool smartphones and tablets, but I don't have any of it. Please, can you bring my an iphone or another gadget, so I can feel myself along with my friends. Thank you very much! I wish you a Happy New Year! Good bye!
Здравствуй, дорогой Санта! Меня зовут Иван. Я живу в Росии в городе Мне 8 лет. Я пишу тебе это письмо, потому что был хорошим мальчиком в этом году. Надеюсь, ты тоже так думаешь:) Я знаю, что ты очень занят и у тебя много работы, но ты единственный, кто может мне Я живу в хорошей семье. Мои родители любят меня очень сильно, но у них нет возможности покупать дорогие вещи. Единственный, кто работает, мой папа. У него хорошая зарплата, поэтому мы живем в комфорте, но все деньги уходят на нужды семьи. Я учусь в хорошей школе и у всех моих одноклассников есть крутые смартфоны и планшеты, а у меня нет ничего не мог бы ты принести мне айфон или другой гаджет, чтобы я чувствовал себя наравне со всеми.
С Новым Годом!
Так как ты не сказал о чем, хочешь писать, я придумала от себя:) Надеюсь, тебе подойдет!
