On yhe fouth of July
in the afternoon
at night
I am writing to you because I hope that you will help
me. If you answermy letter as soon as you can I shall be grateful to you.
A strange thing happened to me yesterday. You
of course know my friend George. He has moved to a new flat recently.We met in 1987 and have been friends ever since.I was invited to his housewarming party a few days ago. The thing is that when I was speaking to him
on the phone, the doorbell rang I hung
up and when I returned the paper with his address on it had disappeared.So I don't know where he lives. Maybe you
<span>can help me.</span>
Масленица это русский праздник. В Росси он отмечается тем, что люди провожают зиму и встречают весну. Люди делают огромное чучело масленицы а потом сжигают его.
Maslenitsa is a Russian holiday. In Russia it's celebrated on the fact that people see off winter and welcome spring. People are doing a huge effigy of Maslenitsa and then burn it.
It is said that the first real acquaintance with the book people always happens accidentally , in spite of the fact that in the house where he grew up , perhaps there is a lot of books . It happened to me. My parents have a big library at home , but the book that introduced me to the world of fiction, came into my hands by accident. I would say , even against my will. Parents raised me in respect to books , but I have it and did not appear. I loved the cut out of cardboard and glue all sorts of figures are any composition. Once I have something glued together and used as the press first caught the eye of a thick book. When parents have noticed it , they scolded me and made a book to put in place. I casually put the book on the shelf flat . My father insisted that I put it as it should be - in the overall series . I decided that I simply scoff at me and pouted . Then my father told me that if I knew that this book is written , I would have behaved quite differently . Fortunately , I was curious. Yes, the father added fuel to the fire by saying that if I was stranded on a desert island and I came across any book , it would have become dearer to me than anything in the world . That's the unpretentious way I discovered a book by Mikhail Bulgakov's "Master and Margarita" .At first reading I caught it just colorful pictures of action and fantastic moments . Then I reread it several times. Finally opened in Bulgakov's novel is something profound , personal and even intimate for ' his soul. Now, when I talk about Bulgakov and his works , one can not help talking about myself . Of Russian writers , he is the closest to me and accompany me all my life.I always remember feeling an acute self-pity - as when parting with a very close friend when I turned the final page of the novel " The Master and Margarita" . I think Bulgakov his works recreated their lives in dreams and reality. His fate as a writer was tragic . But this guilt, I believe it is not society in general, and writer inconsonant Soviet era. Bulgakov could not and did not want to become a " Soviet" writer. This is a profoundly moral act of a man , an act worthy of imitation. His work is still small , I try to solve the problem in the key of my favorite writer . Patience and courage you can also learn from Bulgakov. Recall how the writer ends his work , " The Life of Monsieur de Moliere ": " And I , who never destined to see him, send him my farewell ! " These words of the writer as to tell them about myself , about the writer , describing it as " patiently and enthusiastically wrote all his life - and for the most part in the" table " , sometimes, however , not withstanding , destroying the manuscript , just like his literary hero , a master in a strict cap , driven into a madhouse concerted efforts of critics. critics s ... "The writer Bulgakov his life and work proved to me that the cause to which people dedicate their lives , there is a higher dimension than his personality. His business life is in the realm of ideas and spirit. The book is a talented writer can help to find harmony in life to many of its readers. Before meeting with a deep book, I believe life does not make much sense. Against the background of the artistic experience of the book , sunken into his soul , a man begins to make sense of their lives seriously . The writer seems to be saying to the reader : " You are born on earth to fulfill his destiny ."<span>So, my reading of the novel by Mikhail Bulgakov 's "Master and Margarita" once aroused in me a desire to look even deeper meaning in our society . I have read to date, almost all of Bulgakov and continue to enjoy reading other books . While the dominance of the media can not affect my love.</span>
My winter vacation passed wonderfully. This year heavy snow covered the ground, so there was no time to get bored. Together with friends we drove in a sleigh, made snowmen, played snowballs and just had fun. In the evening I watched TV, talked on the phone with friends and occasionally played on the computer.
The second week my family took me to a winter resort. I don’t ski very well, so it was hard in the beginning to learn how to ski down mountain slopes. But the next day, I learned to keep balance and fell to the ground only a few times. At a ski resort we spent 4 days. During this period I managed to make friends and girlfriends, with whom now I keep in touch and correspond through the internet. We hope to see one another again at the same place next year.
By the end of winter break my spirits fell. Suddenly it came in on me that I had not done some homework. But still there were a couple of days left, and I had time to do the tasks before the beginning of classes. How quickly vacations end! And how long a school year lasts!