Вот перевод. Сократить не вышло.Now she had their opinions, and at supper discussed with Sasha's parents, saying how difficult were the classes for children in school. But after all, she felt that classical education a better course of Commerce because release from school, for you all roads are open for any career. If you choose, you could be a doctor, or if you wanted to, you could become an engineer. Sasha started at the school. His mother has gone to visit her sister in Kharkov and never came back. Because his father was not at home every day, he carried out the inspection of cattle and sometimes absent more than three days, it seemed to Olenka that Sasha was completely abandoned, was treated as if it were superfluous and must be dying of hunger. So she carried it in his part of the house and has allocated a small room for him there. Every morning Olenka came into his room and found him sleeping with his palm under his cheek, so quietly he slept, it seemed, was not breathing. "It's a shame that we have to Wake him" she thought. "Sasha," she said sadly. "come on, honey. Time for school" He got up, dressed, said his prayers, then sat for Breakfast. He drank 3 cups of tea, ate 2 large tortillas and half of the oil roll. He still woke up, so was a little slurred. "You don't know your fable as you should, Sashenka," said Olenka, looking at him as if he was going on a long journey. "What's you're problem. You need to try harder and learn, darling, and obey your teachers." "Leave me alone, please," said Sasha. Then he walked down the street to school, a little guy in a big hat and bag behind. Olenka followed him noisy. "Sasha" - was the name of it. He turned, and she shoved a date or a caramel into his hand. When he got to school the streets, he turned around and he was ashamed that he should be tall, stout woman. "Better go home, aunt. The rest of the way I can myself go" She stopped and watched him until he disappeared into the school doors. Oh, how she loved him! To anybody it was not as strongly attached. Never before she felt so full and happy as it is now. Her maternal instincts woke up. For the little boy who was not hers, for the dimples on his cheeks and his big cap, she would give her life and give with tears of joy. Why? Really why? When she held Sasha in school, she returned home quietly, satisfied, peaceful and filled with love. Her face rejuvenated over the past 6 months, smiled and glowed. People who met her, was happy when I looked at her. "How are you, Olga Semyonovna, darling? How are you, darling?" "School is very hard now" she told people on the market. "This is not a joke. Yesterday the first class had a fable to learn by heart, a Latin translation, and that's the problem. As a little boy to do all this?" And she told about the teacher, the classroom and the textbooks, just repeating what he said about Sasha. In 3 hours they had lunch. In the evening they did his homework together, both complaining how difficult it was. When she was asleep, she stood for a long time, baptizing him and muttering a prayer. And when she lay in bed, dreaming of the distant, misty future when Sasha would finish school and become a doctor or engineer, you will have your big house, with horses and a carriage, marry and he will have children. She fell asleep still thinking about the same things, and tears flowed down her cheeks from closed eyes. And black the cat lay beside her, purring : "MRR, MRR, MRR".
My favorite dish is spaghetti. There are different types of spaghetti, I prefer eating Italian pasta with cheese and tomato sauce. I know that salt makes most dishes more tasty, but I don’t like salty food. I always ask my mom not to put too much salt in soup or mashed potato. I don’t like eating meat or fish, instead I prefer to eat vegetables. In the morning when I don’t have much time for breakfast I eat some fruits and fry the egg. I always eat some hot soup as the first course at lunch. There is no much choice at the canteen so as the second course I eat rice with vegetables or fried potato. I try not to eat a dessert every time but puddings and pancakes are always so tasty that they are difficult to reject. In the evening I enjoy home-cooked food and try new recipes.
А вот перевод) Моё любимое блюдо спагетти. Есть различные виды спагетти, я предпочитаю итальянскую пасту с сыром и томатным соусом. Я знаю, что соль делает многие блюда вкуснее, но я не люблю солёную еду. Я всегда маму не класть слишком много соли в суп или картофельное пюре. Мне не нравится есть мясо или рыбу, вместо этого я предпочитаю овощи. Утром, когда у меня нет много времени для завтрака, я ем какие-нибудь фрукты и жарю яйцо. На обед в качестве первого блюда я всегда ем какой-нибудь горячий суп. В столовой нет большого выбора, поэтому на второе я ем рис с овощами или жареную картошку. Я пытаюсь не есть десерт каждый раз, но пудинги и блинчики всегда такие вкусные, что отказаться сложно. Вечером я наслаждаюсь едой домашнего приготовления и пробую новые рецепты.
Sasha started at the school.
His mother has gone to visit her sister in Kharkov and never came back. Because his father was not at home every day, he carried out the inspection of cattle and sometimes absent more than three days, it seemed to Olenka that Sasha was completely abandoned, was treated as if it were superfluous and must be dying of hunger. So she carried it in his part of the house and has allocated a small room for him there.
Every morning Olenka came into his room and found him sleeping with his palm under his cheek, so quietly he slept, it seemed, was not breathing. "It's a shame that we have to Wake him" she thought.
"Sasha," she said sadly. "come on, honey. Time for school"
He got up, dressed, said his prayers, then sat for Breakfast. He drank 3 cups of tea, ate 2 large tortillas and half of the oil roll. He still woke up, so was a little slurred.
"You don't know your fable as you should, Sashenka," said Olenka, looking at him as if he was going on a long journey. "What's you're problem. You need to try harder and learn, darling, and obey your teachers." "Leave me alone, please," said Sasha.
Then he walked down the street to school, a little guy in a big hat and bag behind.
Olenka followed him noisy.
"Sasha" - was the name of it.
He turned, and she shoved a date or a caramel into his hand. When he got to school the streets, he turned around and he was ashamed that he should be tall, stout woman. "Better go home, aunt. The rest of the way I can myself go"
She stopped and watched him until he disappeared into the school doors. Oh, how she loved him! To anybody it was not as strongly attached. Never before she felt so full and happy as it is now. Her maternal instincts woke up. For the little boy who was not hers, for the dimples on his cheeks and his big cap, she would give her life and give with tears of joy. Why? Really why? When she held Sasha in school, she returned home quietly, satisfied, peaceful and filled with love. Her face rejuvenated over the past 6 months, smiled and glowed. People who met her, was happy when I looked at her.
"How are you, Olga Semyonovna, darling? How are you, darling?"
"School is very hard now" she told people on the market. "This is not a joke. Yesterday the first class had a fable to learn by heart, a Latin translation, and that's the problem. As a little boy to do all this?"
And she told about the teacher, the classroom and the textbooks, just repeating what he said about Sasha. In 3 hours they had lunch. In the evening they did his homework together, both complaining how difficult it was. When she was asleep, she stood for a long time, baptizing him and muttering a prayer. And when she lay in bed, dreaming of the distant, misty future when Sasha would finish school and become a doctor or engineer, you will have your big house, with horses and a carriage, marry and he will have children. She fell asleep still thinking about the same things, and tears flowed down her cheeks from closed eyes. And black the cat lay beside her, purring : "MRR, MRR, MRR".
А вот перевод)
Моё любимое блюдо спагетти. Есть различные виды спагетти, я предпочитаю итальянскую пасту с сыром и томатным соусом. Я знаю, что соль делает многие блюда вкуснее, но я не люблю солёную еду. Я всегда маму не класть слишком много соли в суп или картофельное пюре. Мне не нравится есть мясо или рыбу, вместо этого я предпочитаю овощи. Утром, когда у меня нет много времени для завтрака, я ем какие-нибудь фрукты и жарю яйцо. На обед в качестве первого блюда я всегда ем какой-нибудь горячий суп. В столовой нет большого выбора, поэтому на второе я ем рис с овощами или жареную картошку. Я пытаюсь не есть десерт каждый раз, но пудинги и блинчики всегда такие вкусные, что отказаться сложно. Вечером я наслаждаюсь едой домашнего приготовления и пробую новые рецепты.