Какой вид отдыха летом вы бы хотели иметь ? выберите один вариант и объясните свой выбор: 1. horse riding holiday 2. seaside holiday 3.sightseeing holiday
I love to watch the sea. It can be gentle and affectionate, quietly murmuring and slightly foaming, calm and waves, dark and menacing. Sea - is an unknown element. Once, when my parents and I was resting on the sea, the weather rapidly deteriorated. Looking out the window, I saw that it was getting dark sea from the shore. Quiet, like lurking, with a smooth surface and a barely audible surf, then it went white, then black spots, it is unclear ... Waiting divorce lasted an hour, no more. In the mountains, a clap of thunder and pouring torrents of rain, and the sea has already raged. It flooded the beach, beating on the concrete embankment of the stairs and boulders of rocks, it rattled and shook, ohalo and raving, crying and roaring. The sky over the sea was not gray and black, and some unnatural brown. Lightning cut the sky to the left, then right, then the front, then the back, somewhere above the shore. Sea absorbs them, swallows with brown sky and thunder strikes. The sea was now stronger than thunder. But the weather in the summer months is changeable. Two hours later, all was quiet: the sea was calm and clear, the sky is blue and cloudless; embankment filled with bronzed, brightly dressed vacationers. Tonight sea rests. And in the morning will again take to their affectionate embrace transparent everyone to swim and dive.
I love to watch the sea. It can be gentle and affectionate, quietly murmuring and slightly foaming, calm and waves, dark and menacing. Sea - is an unknown element. Once, when my parents and I was resting on the sea, the weather rapidly deteriorated. Looking out the window, I saw that it was getting dark sea from the shore. Quiet, like lurking, with a smooth surface and a barely audible surf, then it went white, then black spots, it is unclear ... Waiting divorce lasted an hour, no more. In the mountains, a clap of thunder and pouring torrents of rain, and the sea has already raged. It flooded the beach, beating on the concrete embankment of the stairs and boulders of rocks, it rattled and shook, ohalo and raving, crying and roaring. The sky over the sea was not gray and black, and some unnatural brown. Lightning cut the sky to the left, then right, then the front, then the back, somewhere above the shore. Sea absorbs them, swallows with brown sky and thunder strikes. The sea was now stronger than thunder. But the weather in the summer months is changeable. Two hours later, all was quiet: the sea was calm and clear, the sky is blue and cloudless; embankment filled with bronzed, brightly dressed vacationers. Tonight sea rests. And in the morning will again take to their affectionate embrace transparent everyone to swim and dive.