My pat. My favorite animal - a cat. Cats have many, but none, I think there is such a wonderful,like I did. Her name is Dasha, cute. She was about three years. Her coat tricolor, striped. Older people say that cats with such color to bring good luck.Ever since the-cutie Dasha appeared in our home, fun and laughter never leave us. Weare constantly in the affairs of pitomitsy: chasing a paper bow, then a ball of yarnunwinds, it ensures that both lay the table. She has expressive green eyes. It's funny to watch, as they rounded up when the cat is surprised anything. If the Dasha-cutie feels a new smell or hear a new sound for her, herwhiskers are long and her eyes are big and beautiful, she navostryaet ears and closely monitored. She not only loves to run and play, and sleep, soak up the sun. When Dasha-cutie wantsout, she meows. Having wanted to eat, she fondled. If we sit there, she can quietly take anything off the table. That is such a wonderful cat living in our home. I love her very much.
There are four seasons in the year; they are winter, spring, summer and autumn. Spring consists of three months: March, April and May. But we define spring not only with the help of a calendar. We can feel it. Air is fresh; the warm wind blows in spring. You can see and smell new emerald grass, the sun spreads golden beams. Why are we waiting for spring? Why are we so glad to see new leaves and flowers? Probably we are tired because of long, cold and gloomy winter. People become more patient, friendlier.
Spring is my favourite season. I prefer this season to the others because in spring the nature is new,everything becomes easy. Among all seasons spring plays a special role. Every year it begins a new page in nature life. I call spring a wonderful morning of the year.
Many poets have devoted their works to spring. For example, Pushkin, Yesenin, Tyutchev, Fet wrote beautiful poems. Savrasov, Shishkin painted amazing spring landscapes. Vivaldi, Tchaikovsky composed their fantastic masterpieces under the influence of spring mood. It seems to me there is something magic in spring…
My favorite animal - a cat. Cats have many, but none, I think there is such a wonderful,like I did. Her name is Dasha, cute. She was about three years.
Her coat tricolor, striped. Older people say that cats with such color to bring good luck.Ever since the-cutie Dasha appeared in our home, fun and laughter never leave us. Weare constantly in the affairs of pitomitsy: chasing a paper bow, then a ball of yarnunwinds, it ensures that both lay the table.
She has expressive green eyes. It's funny to watch, as they rounded up when the cat is surprised anything. If the Dasha-cutie feels a new smell or hear a new sound for her, herwhiskers are long and her eyes are big and beautiful, she navostryaet ears and closely monitored.
She not only loves to run and play, and sleep, soak up the sun. When Dasha-cutie wantsout, she meows. Having wanted to eat, she fondled. If we sit there, she can quietly take anything off the table.
That is such a wonderful cat living in our home. I love her very much.
Spring is my favourite season. I prefer this season to the others because in spring the nature is new,everything becomes easy. Among all seasons spring plays a special role. Every year it begins a new page in nature life. I call spring a wonderful morning of the year.
Many poets have devoted their works to spring. For example, Pushkin, Yesenin, Tyutchev, Fet wrote beautiful poems. Savrasov, Shishkin painted amazing spring landscapes. Vivaldi, Tchaikovsky composed their fantastic masterpieces under the influence of spring mood. It seems to me there is something magic in spring…