О, что я откопала!..
31 Dec 2012 01:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Когда я готовилась к экзамену IELTS (британский аналог TOEFL), я завела себе еще один журнал и писала в нем по-английски - тренировалась. Журнал довольно скоро зачах, так как я переключилась на другой англоязычный проект, но время от времени какой-нибудь бот оставляет там случайный комментарий, и тогда мне на почту приходит уведомление. Письмо-уведомление содержит весь текст исходного поста, и я волей-неволей начинаю читать - и не могу остановиться, что называется. Вот и сейчас, мне очередной раз напомнили о том, как я писала.Итак, я образца 2006 года (нарочно никаких исправлений):
When I was a child, every summer I was taken to my grandparents' place. The tiny southern town was hot and quiet, and I spent my days climbing trees or exploring the neighbourhood. There would be a heavy smell of overripe fruits, and you had to watch your step as you passed by orchards because there would be fallen apricots and apples all over the ground. The house was small and cosy; my grandmom would shutter all the windows in the morning to protect rooms from summer heat. We kids were not allowed to enter the house during the daytime to keep it cool inside for the night rest. Though, we wouldn't care much about it for we had plenty of outdoors interests. Thus, barefooted and bareheaded, we would hunt for most attractive pears and cherries and make up new games as easily as breath.
When we were lucky we would be taken by one of the adults to the riverside. There was a small sandy beach not far away from the house, and we would walk along railroad tracks, although there was an alternative trail as well. The sand would be extremely hot under direct sunlight so barefoot couldn't stand it longer than for half a second. But it was good to come out of chilly water and to lay down on the soft sand turning wet face to the sun. Swimming always makes you almighty hungry so we would rush back home where simple but tasty dinner would wait for us. And in the late evening we would go out and stay in the middle of the orchard watching amazingly bright stars, guessing constellations and shivering from sudden night coolness.
Since those days I always aim for south...
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