понедельник, 8 сентября 2008 г.

Sacred writing.

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.

The wind was so cold, the rain was so strong that we couldn't just look outside.Everybody was afraid of this awful weather could be harmful even when we were at home. There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.But Julie was ill, she was lying in her bed, waiting for some help, dreaming about a cup of hot tea with honey or milk or a piece of lemon.
John stood up, he looked very serious, took an umberella and went out. We knew, he was in love with her.

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Irina Gromova комментирует...

Great!) Thank you. We will be improving it even more, if you are open for training and improving