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Our Planet`s Future As I See It
To begin with, I`d like to say a few words about myself. I am thirteen. I have brown eyes and long hair. I am diligent, purposeful, and curious. I would like to be braver, better, and quieter.
I am from the north of the Caucasus. My Motherland is the Chechen Republic. I am a Kumyk. It is a small nation in the Caucasus. My religion is Islam. I have a sister and a brother. My family is large, and we are very friendly. The motto I like best is "If I know too little, I`ll strive for learning more".
It seems to me that scientific and technological revolution will develop faster on our planet. Wars between the countries will stop, and peace between different nations will come to the world.
If people change in character, they will not quarrel. They will take true care of one another and treat other people with respect. I hope human beings will give up bad habits, and they will realize that smoking tabacco, drinking alcohol, and using drugs are bad for their health. I believe that cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs won`t be sold on our planet in ten years.
Our planet will become cleaner if people protect the invironment. People should participate in clearing up cities. I dream of pavements and paths for people becoming wider. Parks will be built instead of factories, and a lot of new forests will be planted. The air on our planet will become cleaner and fresher.
They understood beauty in their own way. For them, she was singing birds, rustling the sheets and the sound of water.
These two very old people are the father and mother of Mr Bucket. Their names are Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine. And these two very old people are the father and mother of Mrs Bucket. Their names are Grandpa George and Grandma Georgina. This is Mr Bucket. This is Mrs Bucket.Mr and Mrs Bucket have a small boy whose name is Charlie. This is Charlie.How d'you do? And how d'you do? And how d'you do again? He is pleased to meet you.The whole of this family — the six grown-ups (count them) and little Charlie Bucket — live together into a small wooden house on the edge of a great town.The house wasn't nearly large enough for so many people, and life was extremely uncomfortable for them all. There were only two rooms in the place altogether, and there was only one bed. The bed was given to the four old grandparents because they were so old and tired. They were so tired, they never got out of it. Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine on this side, Grandpa George and Grandma Georgina on this side. Mr and Mrs Bucket and little Charlie Bucket slept in the other room, upon mattresses on the floor. In the summertime, this wasn't too bad, but in the winter, freezing cold draughts blew across the floor all night long, and it was awful. There wasn't any question of them being able to buy a better house — or even one more bed to sleep in. They were far too poor for that.Mr Bucket was the only person in the family with a job. He worked in a toothpaste factory, where he sat all day long at a bench and screwed the little caps on to the tops of the tubes of toothpaste after the tubes had been filled. But a toothpaste cap-screwer is never paid very much money, and poor Mr Bucket, however hard he worked, and however fast he screwed on the caps, was never able to make enough to buy one half of the things that so large a family needed. There wasn't even enough money to buy proper food for them all. The only meals they could afford were bread and margarine for breakfast, boiled potatoes and cabbage for lunch, and cabbage soup for supper. Sundays were a bit better. They all looked forward to Sundays because then, although they had exactly the same, everyone was allowed a second helping.<span>The Buckets, of course, didn't starve, but every one of them — the two old grandfathers, the two old grandmothers, Charlie's father, Charlie's mother, and especially little Charlie himself — went about from morning till night with a horrible empty feeling in their tummies. Charlie felt it worst of all. And although his father and mother often went without their own share of lunch or supper so that they couldgive it to him, it still wasn't nearly enough for a growing boy. He desperately wanted something more filling and satisfying than cabbage and cabbage soup. The one thing he longed for more than anything else was . . . CHOCOLATE.</span>
