My favourite place which is important to me is my grandfather's house. It was in village and i lived there when I was little. After that time every summer I visited it till now. So I associated it with carefree and happy childhood.
It was a big wooden house with six rooms: three bedrooms, living-room, kitchen with cellar and library. I was an only child and did what I wanted there. But I never dropped in one bedroom, we called it "the last room". Even now I feel strange fear to go into that room.
That house was cold in the winter but it was very big, light and cosy. there was a real stove, and when grandfather set a fire, it made a soft, warm and homely athmosphere with its characteristic sound of burning. There was a large garden, where were kitchen-garden, greenhouse and summerhouse, where we used to drink tea in eveing.
Now it is an old house, where nobody lives in. But I feel a warm nostalgia everytime when I visited it and I keep it in my mind as a happy moments of my life in a place, important to me.
The man tries again to stand up says, Madam, you kindly allows me to.. But once more the lady is cut him short saying , I wish not to accept your seat, sir and forces him back with another push.
<span>1. Hello. Is that the Astoria hotel? — Yes, it is. What can I do for you?
2. — Can I speak to Mr Brighton from Room 123? I'm afraid he is out at the moment. Can I call you back?
3. — I'm sorry, but I can't find the telephone book. Is the country code for Germany 42? Just a moment. I'll check it for you.
4. — I'd like to reserve a table for tonight. Hold the line. I'll put you through to the restaurant.
5. — I'd like to make a long-distance call. I'm sorry but the line is busy at the moment.</span>
