Объяснение:
My favorite book is "Taras Bulba". It is everything:
courage and betrayal, life and death , love and sorrow .
The action takes place in very difficult times for Ukraine . War changes
people , but even in moments like these, there's a time for feeling. Sometimes they are life-threatening . So it happened with the younger son of Taras-Andriy . In the name of love he betrayed Homeland . To love him was not forbidden , but go to the enemy side is a terrible thing , I strongly condemn it . Being at war, you have to think only about your Homeland . I don't think what Andriy did was right . As you know, for all actions have to pay. He paid with his life.
"Taras Bulba" is a very tragic work. Two sons are killed before the father's eyes, one dying by his hand and the other executed . Ostap is the eldest son of Taras. He meets his death with dignity, he does not make a sound . A decent death is its own reward . Taras is proud of him . Ataman is a very strong man, he has nerves of steel , because to see the death of their loved ones is not so easy , especially his sons , and then stay in his right mind.
Taras Bulba can be put as an example, it combines all the qualities of a real man . He courageous, brave and importantly very wise
Once I and my girlfriend played at home. Parents were at work. We chased our games and we decided to go to the forest. According to legend, an unclean virgin lived there. She had an incredible beauty and voice. Everyone who hears or sees it turns into a statue of flowers. We certainly did not believe it, but we went to that forest. With every step the forest became darker. We turned on flashlights and saw a silhouette. The girlfriend thought something like a forester, but it was She. But she was not like the lende. She was bloody, scarred on her face and dressed in a dirty retinue. She sang in a wild voice and we heard this singing. After that happened-it is unknown, those girls did not return home.
Перевод
Одного разу ми з подругою гралися вдома. Батьки були на роботі. Згоном нам обридли наші ігри і ми вирішили піти в ліс. За легендою там жила нечиста діва. Вона мала невимовну красу та голос. Кожен хто почує або побачить її перетворювався на статую з квітів. Ми звичайно не вірили, та пішли в той ліс. З кожним кроком ліс ставав усе темніше. Ми ввімкнули ліхтарики і побачили силует. Подруга подумала що то лісник, але то була Вона. Та вона була не така як у ленді. Вона була кривава, з шрамами на лиці і одягнута в брудну свиту. Вона співали диким голосом і ми чули цей спів. Щ після цого сталося-невідомо, та ті дівчата так і не вернули додому.
Извините еси чтото не так указать на ошибку я ее исправлю.
