Hello Max,
I was very pleased to have received your last letter. I read it carefully and understood that you had been nervous at that time like me when I had come to school for the first time ! But after a while I felt much calmer and got used to school routines.
My school is a three - story brick building built in 60's of the twentieth century. It is the square building decorated with some fancy carvings that had served as a bank before, but then it was reconstructed and turned into school.
As to sports facilities, we have an indoor swimming pool with a number of showers next to it, a bunch of stationary bikes in the basement (the latter is very well ventilated, so children exercising there don't have trouble breathing), and over 20 treadmills that are so popular nowadays. Of course, we have a gym situated on the second floor with all the other sports equipment kept there. Thus, one can do practically any kind of exercise depending on his or her choice.
Referring to your question about enforced changing school, I can honestly say, that yes, I would be terribly depressed if I had to leave it. You see, I have made so many friends here and have set up friendly relations with other pupils that it would hurt me badly to leave school.
Well, I think that's all.
Waiting for your soon reply,
(Имя сюда свое на английском)
Объяснение:
It was the middle of the summer, and the days were long and hot.
School started earlier than ever before. It was the beginning of August and they
already were in school for a week. Tim lied in his bed every night listening to his
friends playing in the street. He wished he could be with them. He wanted to play
instead of being alone in his room. The fan in the window did not help much to cool the
air. He put the wet cloth on his forehead to cool the sweat from his face. Sometimes he
would sit up and look out of the window to watch the kids, but it made him
feel sad when he did. The best part of summer was watching the
fireflies as they blinked in the night. He was usually asleep before he could see them, but
on Friday nights, he's allowed to stay up later. Then he could play outside, chase the
fireflies and put them into a jar. He hid them under the sheets on
his bed and watched them glow. In the morning if they were still alive, he would let them
to go.
