The clouds are gray, gloomy, rain is not far off. autumn. bare ground fog zavoloka. that is my only weapon of satiety, the only weapon to keep warm, sporting, strigunka catches in the steppe strigunok. no grass, no tulips. and everywhere was quiet voiced hubbub of children, young guys laughing. and the trees, like the poor old men, are the bare, bereft of their leaves. the skin of a bull, a sheep in a tub tan. repairing old coats and quilted robe. moloduha patch leaky tent, and the old woman for weeks suchat thread. shoals stretched south cranes. caravans of camels passed under them, and in the villages - gloom and silence. laughter fun games were away: winds, becoming colder, chill hurts and old people and children. dogs catch hungry mice field, unable to find, as it did, scraps, bones, wind raises dust - over the steppe black. autumn, damp. but already opened - bad habits - can not kindle the fire. our yurts are now uncomfortably dark.
Мое любимое растение-роза. Я каждое лето езжу к бабушке на дачу. Бабушкин сад наполнен цветами. Есть ромашки, Васельки. Но особенно мне нравятся розы. Люблю гулять по саду и нюхать розы. Розы красивые цветы. Тонкий стебель, ажурные листья и крупные алые бутоны.
My favorite plant is rose. I go every summer to the grandmother to the cottage. Grandma's garden is filled with flowers. There are daisies, Vasilki. But especially I like roses. I like to walk in the garden and smell the roses. Roses are beautiful flowers. The stem is thin, delicate leaves and large scarlet flowers.