1) I’m at school
2) All students are at school
3) Our classroom is big
4) There are five desks
5) There is a white door and there are two windows
6) The windows are white too
7) There are 5 boys
8) The teacher is near the blackboard
9) His name is Ben
Kazan - capital of Tatarstan one of the major economic, scientific, cultural centers and ancient cities of our countryLocated on a large river Volga.Standing as the eternal Rome, on seven hills.Kazan is the capital of the ancient people and ancient country. Located now by fate almost in the heart of modern Russia.lying just eight hundred kilometers East of Moscow, Kazan is the capital of the absolutely original people and multinational Republic that exists today between the Volga and the Urals. This nation own language, its own culture, its own ancient traditions and festivals, their own faith, but past and present his most dramatic and sometimes fateful way intertwined with the history and future of Russia. This people - the Kazan Tatars, this country is Tatarstan."Kazan" in Tatar means "pot". The location of the city resembles a basin, boiler.
I have two sisters and one brother.My mother is beautiful. My father is a doctor. His sister is a school girl. Our family is happy. My grandfather is a teacher.
I study intensely at school all week long, that is why I look forward to my days off. I always plan in advance what I am going to do on Saturday, Sunday. I like to sleep, so on weekend I get up later than usually. I make my bed, then wash and make my breakfast: an omelette or some cocoa with a sandwich. If the parents haven’t had breakfast, I can brew them coffee with milk. Sometimes on Saturday I visit my grandparents. They reside at the far end of my town, and I see them on rare occasions. My grandpa and granny live in a separate house and it is onerous for them to do the housekeeping. When I come there, I try to help them with something: to do some shopping, to clean their house, to wash up etc. I meet my friends in the evening. We can go to the picture palace or play football. Sometimes we arrange computer game competitions. It is a lot of fun to spend time with my kith. On Sunday I also like to sleep longer. But I do not get up very late. Although it is a day off, I have a lot to do. I have breakfast with my parents in the morning. Then we go to a store or a market. We always have many purchases on Sunday, and therefore we go by car. My father is always at the wheel. He has been driving a car for more than twenty years and he is sure-footed on the road. On Sunday evening I gird myself up for a new working week. I do homework, prepare copy-books and textbooks for Monday. I am always in a hurry in the morning, therefore I make everything ready the previous day. As you see I have much to do on my weekend. Unfortunately, I don’t always manage to cope with everything I have planned. However, I have plenty time for rest, and on Monday I begin studies with renewed vigour.
As I spent summer.
as I spent summer It there was an interesting summer. If the first month of rest differed nothing from the previous summer vacations, I was in the city, the next two months were for me the being most remembered, I went to the aunt to the village. With the spent days in the village I connected the most interesting events and bright impressions of my summer.
In the village time goes slowly and indecisively, at all as in big cities. It seems that passed the whole month, and actually there passed only one week. Usually, since morning I help the aunt on a kitchen garden though its morning begins before mine. At us the village far from the settlement and water from the crane unprecedented luxury therefore I take two old iron buckets and I go through three houses to a well. Water from a well improbably pure and very cold. Sometimes it is necessary to make something on the house but as soon as there is the first opportunity, I jump through a fence and I run to friends.
In the village at me good friends. Together we will see off nearly all the time. In the hottest days we for hours can stay on the bank of the small river. We bathe, frolic and see off views passable barges. Somehow to me got from my aunt that I passed a dinner, and actually I and wasn't hungry. The matter is that my friend Pashka brought the whole package of potato from uncle Serezhi, and we baked it directly in a fire. What this pleasure to throw from one in other hand hot potato, and then to break and eat on a slice, clearing it of salty ashes. Agree, it to you not a plate with ready soup. But how many romanticism and happiness carried out, as though absolutely in other world, summer days!
In the evenings I stayed at home in the real wooden log hut. Usually, after a dinner to a theta girlfriends came, they long sat at a big round table in the center of the room and drank tea. I was nearby, climbing on the big stone furnace, and or considered the books brought from the city, or did nothing as the aunt often spoke "idled". Though actually I kept the diary, and as Robinson Crusoe on the desert island, did marks, counting days till that time when me will take away to the city.
Sometimes, I catch myself on thought that the village and is an island far from the city where life submits to other rhythm. Perhaps, because the cities here are closer to the nature or maybe simply so far came off the real quiet life in a pursuit of technical progress. Anyway, I am the city person and my place there, in a never-ending flow of information, but each time leaving this silent island of tranquillity, I will remember how spent summer and to miss my village.
Както так должно быть правельно лично у нас в английскком язеке так перевод немогу написать очень долго