I was playing football with my friends.
My parents were going to the supermarket.
The girl was reading this book.
The boy was drawing the picture.
My Mom was cooking the cake.
The dog was walking in the park.
The man was working.
The children were playing the computer games.
My Grandma was sleeping.
She was listening to music.
I`ve got a bike. - У меня есть велосипед.
Apartment where I live with my parents, is on the fourth floor of the twelve houses. Since I can remember, we live here, so every zakoulochek my apartment seems to me not just friends, but really native. Spacious entrance hall welcomes its every incoming. Hanger wall, closet with mirrored door pulls back ...
Furniture a little, but every thing is true of my apartment owners and guests. From the hallway you can go or in the kitchen or in the nursery or in the parents' bedroom. I really like our room with my brother!
<span>It is full of light that falls not only from the window, but also because of the wide doors of the loggia. The walls are covered with light-colored wallpaper. The rooms are spacious and comfortable. In the children have everything to Dima and I could deal with, relax, meet friends.</span>