The country of my dream
I think many people love dreaming. I love too. I want to tell about the country of my dream. This is a wonderful country without evil and sorrow, because in this country live only kind people. The county is called “Wonderland”. It looks like other countries but it’s more successful because of rich natural resource. People of the country don’t know what evil is and they love their country that’s why they keep it clean. Wonderland is a small country, it has only 3 000 000 people, but this country is very famous in the world. Talented stars, painters, inventors are born n Wonderland. There are no idlers here.
Kids of Wonderland finish 11 grades like in many others countries, than they enter any universities they like. The official language of the country is English, but citizens want to create their own language that will be a mix of different European languages. Wonderland is rather young, it was founded 2005. There is a hypothesis that it’s the very Atlantis which came to light. Many centuries ago this country was also very developed. There are no native people in this country but many human beings dream living here.
The astronauts of Wonderland have made the first space flight recently. They’ve landed at the Pluto, because they had built a great spaceship. Thanks to the people of this country humanity learned that there are extraterrestrial civilizations in space . Wonderland also has success in medicine. Talented doctors have created a vaccine that helps in any diseases to recover quickly. In 2011 they were awarded the Nobel Prize. Talented geologists of this country have found a replacement fuel – “nebaton”. It was found that this substance exists in almost every corner of the world! And it does not pollute air. Wonderland willingly shared this secret with the world and soon cars will draw not petrol but nebatone. And the musicians of this country have not gone unnoticed. They have invented a completely new instrument - miksogerofod. At the same time it sounds like guitar, piano and flute.
There are a lot of wonderful things in the small country -Wonderland. Of course, this country does not exist and this is just a figment of my imagination, but I hope very much that soon our country will become like Wonderland.
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Weather is something we can talk about every day. In the place where I live it’s very changeable, so people always inquire what it is going to be like tomorrow. My city is situated in southern part of Russia and we have four seasons here: winter, spring, summer and autumn. My favourite one is summer because it’s hot then and I can swim in a nearby river. When the weather is fine I can also ride my bike. However, it’s not always hot here even in summer. As I’ve mentioned before, the weather is rather changeable here. It can bring sunshine and heat one day, rain and cold the next day. Autumn brings heavy rains and winds to our region. Honestly, I don’t like autumn. Starting from late October almost every day it’s muddy and gloomy outside. Winters are mild here. The first snow falls at the beginning of December. It quickly melts though. There are some really cold days in January and February. I like the days when the sun is shining but it’s frosty outside. My friends and I go sledding or snowballing on such days. Spring starts with sunshine and warm winds. When the snow melts away you can see the primroses make their way out of the ground. April and May are quite warm months. Birds start singing, trees start blooming, and there are lots of tulips and daffodils around. I hear my neighbors often discuss the weather. They usually say “A nice day, isn’t it?” or “It looks like rain”. They also ask each other about weather forecast. I think that weather is the most popular topic for conversation. I’ve heard that English people also like discussing the topic of weather.
I was asked at the lesson yesterday.
I was given a very interesting book at the library last Friday.
Many houses are built in our town every year.
This work will be done tomorrow.
This text was translated at the last lesson.
