My lovely corner at home is my room. Because it's my own atmosphere. Here I can do everything:listen music,do homework,eat(but mum cries that times),talk with my friends on Skype or just chat online. I can feel,that my room is only mine. Nobody else can feel themselves there as me. Cause it's my own corner of house .<span>Мой любимый уголок дома-моя комната. Потому что здесь царит моя собственная атмосфера. Здесь я могу делать все,что захочу:слушать музыку,делать уроки,кушать(хотя,мама иногда ругается),разговаривать с друзьями по скайпу или просто переписываться. Я чувствую,что моя комната принадлежит только мне. Никто не может чувствовать себя в ней так,как я. Потому что это мой личный,любимый уголок в доме</span>
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1.She is fond of playing computer games
I think the main think in our life is just go. You would ask why? So I'll say that we mustn't stop ever otherwise we will crash. There are a lot of examples when people had to stop, but they didn't stop, they were continue inspite of any difficults. I hope I would go, if i even had any problems in my life.
может быть очень тупо но надеюсь сойдёт
When she was alive, my beloved grandmother, she told me about his wartime childhood. She was twelve years old when the war began. She lived with her family in the Omsk region. Childhood was hungry, it was a difficult time. My grandmother's father was sent to the war, he died in Leningrad, grandmother and my mother was left with three children. I can imagine how hard it was to survive this terrible time .. In order to feed the family, mother grandmother baked bread. In a flour has added bran, grass. This bread was very bitter and hard, Grandma long remember the taste of the bread. In the spring, as soon as the snow melts from the fields, people dug the frozen half-rotten potatoes, collected the remaining spikes in the fields. Children went to school at a time, as there were no clothes and shoes for the whole family had some boots. The school did not have enough textbooks and paper. Sometimes, instead of lessons, my grandmother, and at that time a small girl, a cup of soup to work with neighbors in the garden, dig it, weeded, vodilas with children. After the war, life was all too very hard. My grandmother always told me that I went to school, because she did not have to get even a high school education, so she has always wanted to see us educated.