Не знаю то или не то ну вот Contents The Reader of Books Mr Wormwood, the Great Car Dealer The Hat and the Superglue The Ghost Arithmetic The Platinum-Blond Man Miss Honey The Trunchbull The Parents Throwing the Hammer Bruce Bogtrotter and the Cake Lavender The Weekly Test The First Miracle The Second Miracle Miss Honey’s Cottage Miss Honey’s Story The Names The Practice The Third Miracle A New HomeThe Reader of Books It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful. Some parents go further. They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves their child has qualities of genius. Well, there is nothing very wrong with all this. It’s the way of the world. It is only when the parents begin telling us about the brilliance of their own revolting offspring, that we start shouting, "Bring us a basin! We’re going to be sick!" School teachers suffer a good deal from having to listen to this sort of twaddle from proud parents, but they usually get their own back when the time comes to write the end-of-term reports. If I were a teacher I would cook up some real scorchers for the children of doting parents. "Your son Maximilian", I would write, "is a total wash- out. I hope you have a family business you can push him into when he leaves school because he sure as heck won’t get a job anywhere else." Or if I were feeling lyrical that day, I might write, "It is a curious truth that grasshoppers have their hearing-organs in the sides of the abdomen. Your daughter Vanessa, judging by what she’s learnt this term, has no hearing-organs at all." I might even delve deeper into natural history and say, "The periodical cicada spends six years as a grub underground, and no more than six days as a free creature of sunlight and air. Your son Wilfred has spent six years as a grub in this school and we are still waiting for him to emerge from the chrysalis." A particularly poisonous little girl might sting me into saying, "Fiona has the same glacial beauty as an iceberg, but unlike the iceberg she has absolutely nothing below the surface." I think I might enjoy writing end-of-term reports for the stinkers in my class. But enough of that. We have to get on. Occasionally one comes across parents who take the opposite line, who show no interest at all in their children, and these of course are far worse than the doting ones. Mr and Mrs Wormwood were two such parents. They had a son called Michael and a daughter called Matilda, and the parents looked upon Matilda in particular as nothing more than a scab. A scab is something you have to put up with until the time comes when you can pick it off and flick it away. Mr and Mrs Wormwood looked forward enormously to the time when they could pick their little daughter off and flick her away, preferably into the next county or even further than that. It is bad enough when parents treat ordinary children as though they were scabs and bunions, but it becomes somehow a lot worse when the child in question is extraordinary, and by that I mean sensitive and brilliant. Matilda was both of these things, but above all she was brilliant. Her mind was so nimble and she was so quick to learn that her ability should have been obvious even to the most half-witted of parents. But Mr and Mrs Wormwood were both so gormless and so wrapped up in their own silly little lives that they failed to notice anything unusual about their daughter.
The nature in Spain is very beautiful, and all trees were green when we came there. I saw the deep and blue sea, and I wanted to swim. But on the third day of our staying in Spain we saw dark clouds, and so we decided to go sightseeing around the town. There I saw real Spain’s life. It was very attractive to me.
During the first week of our trip we only swam in the sea. It was very warm with large waves. Near the rocks there were a lot of different fishes, and all the tourists watched them. One day we went on the excursion. It was the excursion to the Salvador Dali Museum – a famous Spanish painter. We went to his castle and admired his garden around it. There were many trees and beautiful flowers. But the main purpose of our trip was to see his paintings. All the pictures are very unusual and strange. But this mystery is a drop of real art. And what his moustaches are! We also saw his wife in his paintings. So I can say that the excursion was amazing. Near the castle we saw a field of sunflowers. It was all yellow and very beautiful. After the excursion we went to a Spanish cafe. There we tasted delicious pasta.
It was the best day of the trip, I should say. We bought a lot of souvenirs and books about the life of Salvador Dali. I think that when you come to Spain, you should visit this Museum
Природа в Испании очень красивая, и все деревья были зелеными, когда мы приехали туда. Я увидела глубокое и синее море и мне захотелось искупаться. Но на третий день нашего пребывания в Испании мы увидели темные тучи, и поэтому мы решили отправиться на экскурсию по городу. Там я увидела настоящую Испанскую жизнь. Это было очень привлекательным для меня.
В течение первой недели нашего путешествия мы только купались в море.Оно было очень теплое, с большими волнами. Около скал было много разных рыб, и все туристы наблюдали за ними. В один прекрасный день мы отправились на экскурсию. Это была экскурсия в музей Сальвадора Дали — знаменитого испанского живописца. Мы пошли к нему в замок и восхищались его садом вокруг замка. Там было много деревьев и красивых цветов. Но главной целью нашей поездки было увидеть его картины. Все картины очень необычные и странные. Но эта тайна — капля настоящего искусства. А какие у него усы! Мы также увидели на картинах его жену. Поэтому, я могу сказать, что экскурсия была удивительной. Возле замка мы заметили поле подсолнухов. Оно было все желтое и очень красивое. После экскурсии мы отправились в испанское кафе. Там мы попробовали вкусные макароны.
Это был лучший день поездки, я должна сказать. Мы купили много сувениров и книг о жизни Сальвадора Дали. Я думаю, что когда вы приедете в Испанию, вы должны посетить этот музей!
Мне кажется,у тебя ошибка в условии. Ну да ладно,вот,что-то типо того