Every person in life has a favorite writer or poet. His works we can enthusiastically read and reread several times, and they become even more interesting and loved. This writer was for me A. S. Pushkin. I don't remember when I first heard his name, but it doesn't matter. The main thing is that his tales, poetry and prose, the characters in his works as if poured into my life and became part of it. I remember as a little girl, sympathized with the old man from "the Tale of the Golden fish", as I really wanted to be home the same cat who walks around a tree on a gold chain. I remember I wanted to be like the Queen, the "white Swan" from "the Tale of Tsar Saltan". As for the cartoon, created by "the Tale of the sleeping Princess and the seven knights", I learned the tale by heart - so I liked her characters. Of course, this was before I knew all these characters created by A. S. Pushkin. And only much later, when my mom was reading me poems about winter evening, and the Muse, and the Lyceum, and the nanny, and about autumn, and much more, I first heard about the author of these amazing poetry of Alexander Pushkin.
<span>Since then I have had not parted. I was looking for in the library of his books and have reread them several times. I tried to be like the best heroines of his works. I remember when I first read the story "Dubrovsky" and to me it was hard to determine his attitude towards Her. I was also struck by the poem "Poltava", but not so much for its plot, but because of the pride of heroic warriors. Over time, I realized: what would be the work of Pushkin I don't read, my soul will remain elevated feeling of admiration and joy. Even if not all will be happy in the work, not all will end well, but still after a meeting with Pushkin in the heart for a long time remains a holiday. And this, I think, lies the power and the genius of my favorite poet. He loved his Homeland, native people, native word, woman, nature, as few could love, and was able to magnify in sincere poetry.
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<span>I believe that the health of a person depends on his lifestyle. In order not to hurt, you need to follow a few simple rules: exercise, eat right, relax and spend more time outdoors. I'm 15 years old, and from them the last 3 years I do exercises every morning. It gives me courage and strength for the whole day. In the winter I add a dousing of cold water. Consider hardening the main way of preserving health. My favorite winter sport is skiing and skating. In the summer I prefer to run in the Park and play tennis. All year round I go to the pool twice a week. Swimming strengthens the respiratory system. I also try to observe the regime. I go to bed and get up at the same time every day. I give special attention to nutrition. I don't eat fatty and high calorie food and drink heavily carbonated drinks. At my age, some peers already smoke and drink alcoholic beverages, but I think that this is destructive for the body and if not now, then in the future will necessarily affect health.</span>
Для выражения привычек, обычного, постоянного, типичного действия или состояния, имеющего место в настоящем времени.
I do not wear glasses. – Я не ношу очки.
Для передачи общеизвестных фактов, простых истин, действий и состояний, происходящих независимо от желания человека и имеющих место в настоящем времени.
Для выражения регулярно / периодически повторяющихся действий в настоящем.
4) Для ряда последовательных действий в настоящем.
Тип все в настоящем
The sun is shining. My brother is reading a book. My mother is cooking. My father is watching TV.
It really was a long time ago, when the famous prankster Rafter held in awe the entire Connacht - took an outstanding female mind, to get around the unbreakable law of hospitality. The woman managed without a single reproach and with impunity to put out of his house so extraordinary musician, who combined to ensure the confidence and independence of mind of a true poet.
Like many of his predecessors, poets, rafters often abused their privileges, too, even and especially when flirted with his second lover - bottle.
One day, he stopped for the night in a hut in a poor widow. And so it is not unbent back and his heart bursting in caring for the whole heap of hungry children, and here the musician lives currently thirteen weeks! And drag him everything, and to please. Everything in the house to wait on him. Finally it became clear that this great man did not intend to get out of the house, until he will take out from there to the hearse.
The neighbors, who thought they were smarter than the widow, advised her to break the old tradition and throw the old man out. But she only shook her head in response to such a disgraceful proposal and continued to patiently endure all the hardships.
It lasted until the haymaking when the mowers in the meadows are waiting for reinforcements from their mistresses. Among the thousands of household chores woman should still manage to prepare them svyasla - stacks of knit. And for this purpose in the corner of the kitchen they leave an armful of straw - twist of her rope.
The widow called for help rafters - so far it has not even asked for a finger strike - and told him to take vereteshko and twist. She submits to it little by little bundles of straw, and he vёt rope.
But you know that when vёsh rope, then step by step pyatishsya back from the straw, and that runs through his fingers. The rope becomes longer, and you retreat farther and farther.
So rafters and backed - rope stretched, and he backed away - first from the source, who was a widow, giving him the straw, and then out the door, into the fresh air, in a divine world from which he had thirteen blissful weeks was voluntary exile . .
And then he heard shut and snapped the door through which he had just come out himself, no one has shown the door, did not put and not expelled.
Here is how the female mind could not miss work around seventy times seven sacred law of Irish hospitality and put the door of the great rafters.
The old saying: When you want to give the pants, not cut buttons.