There are many holidays, but my favourite is New Year's Day. The New Year is celebrated on the night of 31 to 1 this is the middle of winter. In general, I like winter because the whole earth is covered with a layer of snow that looks like a white blanket. On this holiday, the beauty of snow is complemented by New Year's lights shining Christmas toys and tinsel. I love not only the holiday itself but its expectation. All these purchases, cleaning, shops with people looking for gifts and the rest. All this immerses in the atmosphere of the holiday. And of course the letter to Ded Moroz, I still want to believe in this fairytale. In schools before the new year, usually arrange a disco, which I love to attend. My family has its own traditions for this holiday. A week before the holiday, I'm going with Dad to buy a New Year tree and then I decorate him with my mother and my father helps to hang a big and beautiful star on top. On the eve of this wonderful holiday, I choose the gifts that we exchange at the midnight. Grandmother, as always, bakes the most delicious cookies in the world. Every year we try to get together with the whole family. Nobody sleeps on this magical night. We all have fun playing games and eating different goodies. Also, we usually like to go to the main Christmas tree. There I meet my friends and acquaintances and we walk together. And after the holiday, I usually go to the theater for a "Christmas story". The New Year's Day is always connected with our hopes and dreams. I love this holiday and I hope you will too. Happy New Year and Merry Christmas to you.
We walked along the narrow mountain path two travelers, one with a warm heart, and the other cold. They went to distant lands, and wanted to find human happiness. - Look, what about us majestic and beautiful mountains, - said the man with a warm heart. - Nothing special, just a pile of huge stones, - said the man with a cold heart. - Look what delicate flower peeking out from a crack in the stone, how hard he probably grow here without land, - said the man with a warm heart. - Ha, found beauty. What I did not see the color of the house, - said the man with a cold heart. They went to the mountains ahead and saw a mountain lake. A man with a warm heart enthusiastically exclaimed: - What is clear, blue and tranquil, quiet is that the white snow-capped mountains reflected in it, as in a mirror. Do you like? - He asked a fellow traveler. - Nothing special - the man replied with a cold heart - just a huge puddle of water. A snow I've seen in the past year. - But maybe you feel, what is clean, cool and fresh air, who wants to inhale all the breast, - asked the man with the hot cor-CEM. - Well, here's another, came up. The air is the same everywhere, in the city, in the woods, in the mountains, - said the man with a cold heart. So long gone by forests and mountains with a hot man and a man with a cold heart in search of happiness and beauty, until they met a cave in which he lived a wise and kind old hermit. The old man lived far away from people and was very poor, but warmly welcome the guests and invited them to dinner to the table. But on the table stood a pitcher of cool spring water and lay still warm freshly baked bread. A man with a warm heart, sat down at the table, happily inhaled the scent of bread, surprised clean and unusual taste of the water and thanked the old man for a modest meal, but a man with a cold heart, wincing tried the bread with water and food remained dissatisfied. After dinner, the old man had learned from travelers that they are looking for happiness, and told them both: "One of you has long found happiness, and the other for a long time will have to seek their own happiness. The key to happiness in our hearts. Happy is he whose heart is hot open easily feel the beauty and joy responds to it. But the one who does not notice the beauty around you who do not give your heart to enjoy the beauty that is very hard to find happiness in life. Happiness is trying to ignore the people who cold-hearted. " So learned a man with a hot and a man with a cold heart, that happiness is not around the corner, not in wealth and royal palaces hidden, and within each person is. But you can find it only in the chest with a warm heart, raduyuscheesya beauty
We walked along the narrow mountain path two travelers, one with a warm heart, and the other cold. They went to distant lands, and wanted to find human happiness.- Look, what about us majestic and beautiful mountains, - said the man with a warm heart.- Nothing special, just a pile of huge stones, - said the man with a cold heart.- Look what delicate flower peeking out from a crack in the stone, how hard he probably grow here without land, - said the man with a warm heart.- Ha, found beauty. What I did not see the color of the house, - said the man with a cold heart.They went to the mountains ahead and saw a mountain lake.A man with a warm heart enthusiastically exclaimed:- What is clear, blue and tranquil, quiet is that the white snow-capped mountains reflected in it, as in a mirror. Do you like? - He asked a fellow traveler.- Nothing special - the man replied with a cold heart - just a huge puddle of water. A snow I've seen in the past year.- But maybe you feel, what is clean, cool and fresh air, who wants to inhale all the breast, - asked the man with the hot cor-CEM.- Well, here's another, came up. The air is the same everywhere, in the city, in the woods, in the mountains, - said the man with a cold heart.So long gone by forests and mountains with a hot man and a man with a cold heart in search of happiness and beauty, until they met a cave in which he lived a wise and kind old hermit. The old man lived far away from people and was very poor, but warmly welcome the guests and invited them to dinner to the table. But on the table stood a pitcher of cool spring water and lay still warm freshly baked bread. A man with a warm heart, sat down at the table, happily inhaled the scent of bread, surprised clean and unusual taste of the water and thanked the old man for a modest meal, but a man with a cold heart, wincing tried the bread with water and food remained dissatisfied.After dinner, the old man had learned from travelers that they are looking for happiness, and told them both: "One of you has long found happiness, and the other for a long time will have to seek their own happiness. The key to happiness in our hearts. Happy is he whose heart is hot open easily feel the beauty and joy responds to it. But the one who does not notice the beauty around you who do not give your heart to enjoy the beauty that is very hard to find happiness in life. Happiness is trying to ignore the people who cold-hearted. "So learned a man with a hot and a man with a cold heart, that happiness is not around the corner, not in wealth and royal palaces hidden, and within each person is. But you can find it only in the chest with a warm heart, raduyuscheesya beauty.
