Every day Tim wakes up at five thirty when his alarm clock rings. He gets up and then goes to the bathroom and has a long, hot shower. After that he makes breakfast for him and his wife, Betty. Tim has coffee and two slices of toast and Betty drinks a cup of tea and eats a bowl of cornflakes. At six o'clock Tim brushes his teeth, always before he gets dressed because it is very important that he doesn't get toothpaste on his clothes - Tim is a train driver and he wears a uniform! Finally, he kisses his wife and baby son and leaves his house in Watford at a quarter after six.
Tim starts work at seven o'clock and drives trains on the London Underground. He usually works in the mornings from Monday to Friday, but he sometimes works on the weekends too. At noon he stops work for half an hour to have his lunch. He eats cheese and tomato sandwiches which Betty makes for him, and drinks a bottle of milk. After lunch he works until four o'clock and then he goes home. In the evening he plays with his baby son, Ben, and watches TV with Betty. At ten thirty they all go to bed because they are very tired - and because they get up so early in the morning!
Childhood begins where there first memories. My - with mention of the grandmother, her house, courtyard, village, river and forest. In memory of all those legends were andtrashnye tales about witches who turn into snakes and drink cow's milk for the year ahead for one night, the frogs that have plagued people. All this I heard a baby still, at a time when all over the country in the evening turned out the light. Then always smelled of smoke. Every Sunday my grandmother kindled this oven in the summer kitchen and kneading dough. Before you put it to bake, crosses and read prayers. The aroma of pies attracted all the neighbors, she finally generously treated. Still remember how dad took me to the lake. We went on a motorcycle and I was sitting on the tank. Father caught small Karasik, and I did not have the patience to wait for their fish. Threw the bait and did floated along the shore, and he swore that from my noise will not bite. If we were delayed for a long time, the mother scolded us, but her anger quickly turned. Just went to the forest for blackberry - it was delicious vomit in his mouth. In the fall of collected mushrooms and hazel. This man taught me to love nature and animals. Every evening he gave me and my sister stories, or poems Marshak bedtime. In general, childhood comes to mind more in the summer when you can ad lib to ride a bike, go to waste on the river all day, or play outdoors. My friends and I arranged myself Khalabuda on the branches of old trees hiding because of the heat. I remember a large meadow lily of the valley for the parental home among which was my rocking chair made between pine and atyutinoy. All of my memories and green world filled with warm yellow sunlight. While always for me to have a taste of atyutiny, strawberries, blackberries, and my grandmother's pies. The most beautiful and the most carefree time in everyone's life cheloveka.Detstvo begins where there first memories. My - with mention of the grandmother, her house, courtyard, village, river and forest. In memory of all those legends were andtrashnye tales about witches who turn into snakes and drink cow's milk for the year ahead for one night, the frogs that have plagued people. All this I heard a baby still, at a time when all over the country in the evening turned out the light. Then always smelled of smoke. Every Sunday my grandmother kindled this oven in the summer kitchen and kneading dough. Before you put it to bake, crosses and read prayers. The aroma of pies attracted all the neighbors, she finally generously treated. Still remember how dad took me to the lake. We went on a motorcycle and I was sitting on the tank. Father caught small Karasik, and I did not have the patience to wait for their fish. Threw the bait and did floated along the shore, and he swore that from my noise will not bite. If we were delayed for a long time, the mother scolded us, but her anger quickly turned. Just went to the forest for blackberry - it was delicious vomit in his mouth. In the fall of collected mushrooms and hazel. This man taught me to love nature and animals. Every evening he gave me and my sister stories, or poems Marshak bedtime. In general, childhood comes to mind more in the summer when you can ad lib to ride a bike, go to waste on the river all day, or play outdoors. My friends and I arranged myself Khalabuda on the branches of old trees hiding because of the heat. I remember a large meadow lily of the valley for the parental home among which was my rocking chair made between pine and atyutinoy. All of my memories and green world filled with warm yellow sunlight. While always for me to have a taste of atyutiny, strawberries, blackberries, and my grandmother's pies. The most beautiful and the most carefree time in everyone's life.
Every day Tim wakes up at five thirty when his alarm clock rings. He gets up and then goes to the bathroom and has a long, hot shower. After that he makes breakfast for him and his wife, Betty. Tim has coffee and two slices of toast and Betty drinks a cup of tea and eats a bowl of cornflakes. At six o'clock Tim brushes his teeth, always before he gets dressed because it is very important that he doesn't get toothpaste on his clothes - Tim is a train driver and he wears a uniform! Finally, he kisses his wife and baby son and leaves his house in Watford at a quarter after six.
Tim starts work at seven o'clock and drives trains on the London Underground. He usually works in the mornings from Monday to Friday, but he sometimes works on the weekends too. At noon he stops work for half an hour to have his lunch. He eats cheese and tomato sandwiches which Betty makes for him, and drinks a bottle of milk. After lunch he works until four o'clock and then he goes home. In the evening he plays with his baby son, Ben, and watches TV with Betty. At ten thirty they all go to bed because they are very tired - and because they get up so early in the morning!
All this I heard a baby still, at a time when all over the country in the evening turned out the light. Then always smelled of smoke. Every Sunday my grandmother kindled this oven in the summer kitchen and kneading dough. Before you put it to bake, crosses and read prayers. The aroma of pies attracted all the neighbors, she finally generously treated.
Still remember how dad took me to the lake. We went on a motorcycle and I was sitting on the tank. Father caught small Karasik, and I did not have the patience to wait for their fish. Threw the bait and did floated along the shore, and he swore that from my noise will not bite.
If we were delayed for a long time, the mother scolded us, but her anger quickly turned. Just went to the forest for blackberry - it was delicious vomit in his mouth. In the fall of collected mushrooms and hazel. This man taught me to love nature and animals. Every evening he gave me and my sister stories, or poems Marshak bedtime.
In general, childhood comes to mind more in the summer when you can ad lib to ride a bike, go to waste on the river all day, or play outdoors. My friends and I arranged myself Khalabuda on the branches of old trees hiding because of the heat.
I remember a large meadow lily of the valley for the parental home among which was my rocking chair made between pine and atyutinoy. All of my memories and green world filled with warm yellow sunlight.
While always for me to have a taste of atyutiny, strawberries, blackberries, and my grandmother's pies. The most beautiful and the most carefree time in everyone's life cheloveka.Detstvo begins where there first memories. My - with mention of the grandmother, her house, courtyard, village, river and forest. In memory of all those legends were andtrashnye tales about witches who turn into snakes and drink cow's milk for the year ahead for one night, the frogs that have plagued people.
All this I heard a baby still, at a time when all over the country in the evening turned out the light. Then always smelled of smoke. Every Sunday my grandmother kindled this oven in the summer kitchen and kneading dough. Before you put it to bake, crosses and read prayers. The aroma of pies attracted all the neighbors, she finally generously treated.
Still remember how dad took me to the lake. We went on a motorcycle and I was sitting on the tank. Father caught small Karasik, and I did not have the patience to wait for their fish. Threw the bait and did floated along the shore, and he swore that from my noise will not bite.
If we were delayed for a long time, the mother scolded us, but her anger quickly turned. Just went to the forest for blackberry - it was delicious vomit in his mouth. In the fall of collected mushrooms and hazel. This man taught me to love nature and animals. Every evening he gave me and my sister stories, or poems Marshak bedtime.
In general, childhood comes to mind more in the summer when you can ad lib to ride a bike, go to waste on the river all day, or play outdoors. My friends and I arranged myself Khalabuda on the branches of old trees hiding because of the heat.
I remember a large meadow lily of the valley for the parental home among which was my rocking chair made between pine and atyutinoy. All of my memories and green world filled with warm yellow sunlight.
While always for me to have a taste of atyutiny, strawberries, blackberries, and my grandmother's pies. The most beautiful and the most carefree time in everyone's life.