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Reading is the pleasant and useful part of our life. people like reading. i think so because a lot of books are bought and sold every day in different bookshops and in streets (or: outside) too. of course, radio and television are more popular among people but books still play an important role for us. reading enriches our mind. it can satisfy many different demands and literary tastes. it reveals to us its own world of life, which is sometimes cruel or sorrowful and sometimes is joyful or fantastic. speaking about reading i can’t help saying about my favourite writer. he is one of the most famous russian authors of the 19th century – mikhail yurievich lermontov. his life was momentary and blinding as a gleam of lightning in a stormy sky. not having lived till 27 years old, he passed the entire circle of life with flights of inspiration and bitterness of disappointments. he went through many troubles in his life: great success and two exiles, disappointments and love, smoke of battles and intrigues of a high society.. and died in thunderstorm… this is the entire circle. just two latest figures changed their places in the dates of his life. but how many emotions were experienced by him and what antagonism of ideas existed in his mind and soul! i like novels, stories and poems by mikhail lermontov very much. needless to say that the most part of the poems and almost all novels and stories are full of melancholy – this is the particularity of his works. no doubt, all of us have read his poems at school and of course have got acquainted with “the hero of our time”. in this novel through the heroes lermontov tried to express his own sense of time and events. the main character is grigoriy alexandrovich pechorin – an individualist with a conflict in his sole. he disdains a high society and searches for a real affair, where he could apply his skills and his talents, where he could put his soul. but he doesn’t find such an affair and suffers from it. pechorin is a deep character. he is like his author, a man who searches for real life, deep feelings, true love and feels useless in his time. lermontov never wrote non-fiction. all his compositions are made-up but a great part of them is connected with real events of the 19th and other centuries. there is no humor in his works, they are deep and full of the author’s thoughts. they reflect the problems of the society and make us think. that is why i like them very much and enjoy every minute, reading books by mikhail yurievich lermontov

Яне поняла суть вопроса, но вот 11 глава на . michael had nearly cried. "nobody wants me," he said, and of course the lady in the evening-dress could not stand that. "i do," she said, "i so want a third child." "boy or girl? " asked michael, not too hopefully. "boy." then he had leapt into her arms. such a little thing for mr. and mrs. darling and nana to recall now, but not so little if that was to be michael's last night in the nursery. they go on with their recollections. "it was then that i rushed in like a tornado, wasn't it? " mr. darling would say, scorning himself; and indeed he had been like a tornado. perhaps there was some excuse for him. he, too, had been dressing for the party, and all had gone well with him until he came to his tie. it is an astounding thing to have to tell, but this man, though he knew about stocks and shares, had no real mastery of his tie. sometimes the thing yielded to him without a contest, but there were occasions when it would have been better for the house if he had swallowed his pride and used a made-up tie. this was such an occasion. he came rushing into the nursery with the crumpled little brute of a tie in his hand. "why, what is the matter, father dear? " "matter! " he yelled; he really yelled. "this tie, it will not tie." he became dangerously sarcastic. "not round my neck! round the bed-post! oh yes, twenty times have i made it up round the bed-post, but round my neck, no! oh dear no! begs to be excused! " he thought mrs. darling was not sufficiently impressed, and he went on sternly, "i warn you of this, mother, that unless this tie is round my neck we don't go out to dinner to-night, and if i don't go out to dinner to-night, i never go to the office again, and if i don't go to the office again, you and i starve, and our children will be flung into the streets." even then mrs. darling was placid. "let me try, dear," she said, and indeed that was what he had come to ask her to do, and with her nice cool hands she tied his tie for him, while the children stood around to see their fate decided. some men would have resented her being able to do it so easily, but mr. darling had far too fine a nature for that;