Last Tuesday Henry brown took his sons George, Richard and fred to see London. They live about fifty miles from London in a small town called Greenfields. They went by train. It was a steam—train drawn by an engine called King Arthur. Mr. Brown opened the door of an empty carriage and the boys jumped in. The guard blew his whistle and waved his flag and the train started. The train was a fast one. It passed through Knightstown, Sandfield, Pursley and Didcombe before stopping. But it stopped at Crawly station where some people got off and where a porter put some bags of letters and parcels into the van. An old lady got into the carriage. She had a bag with her name and address on it; Mrs. M. Smith, Northwood road, Woking, Surrey. She had a little dog with her called Micky. Ten minutes later they came into Waterloo station and very soon they were out in the busy streets.
“Come on, boys, we’ll take a bus now.” A big, red bus came along marked London bridge. “That’s the bus we want,” said Mr. Brown and the boys hurried up the stairs and on to the top of the bus. As they went along, Mr. Brown pointed out places and things for them to see, “There’s westminster bridge and there are the houses of parliament. We are crossing london’s river now, the thames, and just over there is Westminster abbey.”
“What’s that monument on the bank of the river?” said Richard.
“That’s Cleopatra’s Needle. It came from Egypt.” “That’s a fine ship in the river,” said George. “It’s the Discovery, the ship in which captain Scott sailed for the South pole.”
“And what’s that building in the distance with the golden cross on top?”
“that is St. Paul’s Cathedral,” said Mr. Brown. “It was built by the great architect sir Christopher Wren.” I want t see the Tower of London,” said George. We’ll see that after lunch,” said his father. Where are we going for lunch?” said Fred.“I didn’t eat much breakfast, I was too excited. ”We’ll have lunch at a hotel that I know in Johnson square near Fleet street. Here it is the Crown hotel. Come on, boys, lunch is ready.”
Граффити - уличное искусство
Современное граффити зародилось в больших городах в
Соединенные Штаты в 1970 - х гг. В Нью-Йорке
Йорк, молодые люди написали свои имена,
или "метки", написанные пером на стенах по всему городу.
Одним из первых "таггеров" был подросток-эйджер позвал Деметрия. Его бирка была таки
183. Он написал свою метку на стенах и в
станции в Нью-Йорке. Другой подросток
увидел бирку Деметрия и начал писать
и бирки тоже. Вскоре на них появились бирки.
стены, автобусы и поезда по всему Нью-Йорку.
Затем некоторые подростки начали писать
их бирки с аэрозольной краской. Их метки
они были больше и красочнее. Аэрозоль
краска граффити стала очень популярной в США.
1970-е и 1980-е гг. он появился в поездах,
автобусы и стены по всему миру.