Brynd

19.06.2020 12:35

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Перевести тексты)) my friend, jim, said, "let's go to the beach! " so we put our towels and some sandwiches in a bag and set off as soon as we arrived we pulled off our clothes raced down the beach and fell laughing into the curling white waves the sea was warm and a beautiful deep blue,a little further out in the bay a dark shape was sticking out of the sea,hey said jim,l'll race you to that rock we swam fast and a few moments later pulled ourselves panting onto the rock's smooth warm surface the hot sun felt so good on our skin that within minutes we both fell fast asleep we must have slept for hours. i woke when a rush of cold water hit my face. "jim! wake up! we're in trouble! " l shouted, just as a huge wave crashed over the rock soaking us both with icy water. we stared in horror at the rough sea and darkening sky. there was no sign of the beach. "it's a storm! " cried jim, as two more massive waves thundered in. terrified and shivering with cold, we held on desperately to the slippery rock. all we could do was wait for the storm to pass when we got home, we drank some hot chocolate and agreed that we were lucky to be alive. 1. it was a beautiful, sunny september sunday. the city was peaceful and i was at the market hunting for bargains. didn't know why but i felt particularly lucky that morning, as if something extraordinary was about to happen. 2. have you ever had that strange feeling that you were being watched, and then looked nervously around to find nobody there? this is what happened to me one strange winter's day as i was coming home from school. 3. i still don't know who wrote that curious message, or how the person who wrote it had known that my sister needed my help. however, you can be sure that i'm glad i didn't hesitate after reading the note's mysterious warning. 4. i knew would never see the storyteller again and felt sad when the old man left town. i put my hand in my pocket and found the small, green stone the storyteller had given me. 'in everything, there's a story waiting to be told', is what he had said. then, understood that it was time to write my own story. 5. i'm sure you will agree that, some days, nothing seems to go right. for me last friday was one of those days. it was while i was having breakfast that morning that my problems began. 6. many months later, a friend of mine visited my many house. he knew a lot about old objects and asked me where i had found the little blue bottle which i had placed near the fireplace. i gasped when he told me that the bottle was actually worth ten times the amount i had paid for it. "i wonder if the stallholder knew! " i thought to myself. i'm pretty sure he did. what do you think? 7. "oscar! " shouted my teacher. "what are you doing? " i tried quickly to hide the piece of paper under my books but it was too late. the teacher was already standing next to me with her hand stretched out asking for it. she wouldn't be happy to read what i had written. i knew i was in trouble. )