ответьте на вопросы. 1. Have you ever been on a guided tour? 2. Where did you go? 3. Did you book the ticket or did you just buy it? 4. Did you travel by coach? 5. Where did you get on the bus / coach? 6. Where did you get off the bus / coach? 7. How many passengers were there on the bus? 8. Were the passenger seats comfortable? 9. Were there any seat belts? 10. Did you take a window seat or an aisle seat? 11. Was the tour exciting and enjoyable? 12. Did the guide tell you a lot of interesting things? 13. Would you like to go on a guided tour again?
When I was still very young, I always believed in various miracles, for example, in the existence of wizards, magic and ghosts. That is why my older brother often liked to make fun of me, as if they all exist and, according to the legend he invented, live somewhere in our apartment, but only show up at night. I argued with him for a long time that this was not true, but believing his arguments, I decided that maybe my brother was not mistaken, and all these mysterious creatures actually live in our house. Moreover, every night, sweets from the vase disappeared somewhere, and my brother was always in sight. I wanted, by all means, to see the night thieves, and therefore, my brother and I agreed that we would take turns on duty at night, and when one notices something, we will immediately wake the other up.
Naturally, the plan failed miserably, with the onset of midnight we were already sound asleep and did not see any ghosts. So we tried to take turns on duty a couple of times, but all this was unsuccessful. Then we came up with the idea, just to follow what is happening in the room together, so as certainly not to miss anything.
This story happened to me a few years ago. Sitting by the window and listening "A Winter's Tale", I was sad. I didn't use to like winter, because it's bleak and uninteresting. That was the Christmas night, but my mood wasn't the same. Suddenly I heard a strange noise. Like someon's walking through trees. This interested me, and I went out from the chalet and found a stringe of inconspicuous footprints. It was particularly freezing hard, so I took warm clothes from the house and followed them. The footprints didn't even think to stop. Finally I reached their end. It was a large cavern. If the footprints didn't go into it, I would even not notice. Came into, I discovered a really weird situation - in the middle of a cave glade were a circle of big snowmen. Firstly I surprised, but then I thought - who built this? It's probably a man, whose footprints I saw during the way. I felt terrible, and hurried to get out of there. But I remember it forever - was it a winter's tale or a mysticism? Anyway, for some inexplicable reason from that time I began to like winter - except its cold
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