Every family where each member is responsible for its comfort, success in work, health and good spirits must be a strong unit. We ought not to forget that we are all members of society and the family is the most important thing for each of us. The children whose parents take proper care of them are very grateful to them either now or afterwards when they become grown-ups. <span>Now I want to tell you a few words about my family. My family is' quite large. I have a mother, a father, a sister and a brother. There are five of us in the family. </span> <span>First of all I'll tell you something about my parents. My mother is a teacher of biology. She works at school. She likes her profession. She is a good-looking woman with brown hair. She is forty-four but she looks much younger. She is tall and slim. </span> <span>My father is a computer programmer. He is very experienced. He is a broad-shouldered tall man with fair hair and grey eyes. He is forty-six. My father often sings and when we are at home and have some free time I play the guitar and we sing together. My father knows all about new radio sets and likes to repair old ones. He is also handy with many things. When he was small he liked to take everything to pieces. My grandmother told me how my father once tried to «repair» their kitchen clock. He managed to put all the wheels and screws back again, but the clock didn't work. They had to give it to a repairman. But that happened a long time ago. Now he can fix almost everything: a vacuum cleaner, a washing machine, a fridge and what not. He's got a few shelves where he keeps everything he needs. On the table there is always a radio in pieces. </span>Перевод
<span>Семья, в которой от каждого зависят общее благополучие, успехи в работе, здоровье и хорошее настроение, должна быть крепко объединена. Не забывая, о том что мы все члены общества, нужно помнить, что семья — самое главное для человека. Дети, о которых их родители хорошо заботились, отвечают им благодарностью, и по мере взросления благодарность их возрастает. </span> <span>Теперь я хочу немного рассказать вам о своей семье. Моя семья довольно большая. У меня есть мать, отец, сестра и брат. В семье нас пятеро. </span> <span>Прежде всего, я хочу немного рассказать вам о своих родителях. Моя мама — учительница биологии. Она работает в школе. Она любит свою профессию. Она высокая и стройная, и у нее каштановые волосы. Ей сорок четыре, но она хорошо выглядит и кажется, что она намного моложе. </span> <span>Мой отец — очень опытный программист. Он высокий и широкоплечий, со светлыми волосами и серыми глазами. Ему сорок шесть лет. Мой отец любит петь, и, когда мы дома и у нас есть свободное время, я играю на гитаре и мы поем вместе. Отец знает все о новых моделях радиоприемников и любит чинить старые. Он неплохо управляется и с другими домашними проблемами. Когда он был маленьким, то любил разбирать всякие механизмы на части. Бабушка рассказывала мне, как отец однажды пытался «починить» их кухонные часы. Он сумел вставить все колесики и винтики обратно, но часы не работали. Им пришлось отнести их в мастерскую. Но это было давно. Сейчас он может починить почти все: пылесос, стиральную машину, холодильник и так далее. У него есть несколько полок, где он держит все необходимое. На его столе всегда лежат разобранные приемники.</span>
I'll tell you a funny story that happened to my cousin Ella. She really wanted a pet. But the parents refused to give it to her. Mom and Dad said that the dog has nowhere to keep in a small apartment. From the hamster there will be a lot of garbage, and the cat will sharpen the claws on the furniture. Sister, of course, was upset.
It was winter. One evening Ella heard a strange rustle at the window. As if someone wanted to get into the house and rummaged on the glass. The nurse ran to the window and saw a bright green parrot on the snow-covered windowsill outside! His beak and long tail had a blue color! It was evident that he was very cold, probably accidentally flew out of the house.
My sister made a noise. Her parents came. They began to say that the parrot had already frozen. That he would die soon anyway, even if he was taken home. But still they decided to take a chance and began putting up a window insulated for the winter. How they tried not to make noise! After all, the bird could get scared, fly away and die in the cold.
As soon as the window ajar opened a little, Ella grabbed the parrot with one deft movement. The bird warmed up in the house, and survived. The parrot was called Gosha. So my cousin had a pet that she dreamed of! And the little parrot was saved by a miracle from the fierce winter.