Once upon a time there was a horse whose name was Reginald. Every morning he was delivering milk, he usually met his friend Blackie, who was a little black dog.
Reginald didn’t want to be a milkman’s horse. He wanted to be a racehorse and win the Derbi.1 And Blackie, who had rather short legs, wanted to be able to run very fast, like a hound.
One afternoon they were sitting in Reginald’s stable. Suddenly Blackie said that he had, an idea.
«Why do we not eat coal?» — he said. «Trains eat coal a run fast.»
They thought about this for a long time, and at last Reginald said: «Let’s try it,»
So they went down to the coal cellar. They were going to take some some coal, when Mrs Marry, the landlady, came in.
«What! You are stealing my coal!» — she began to cry, and she picked up a piece of coal and threw it at them. They ran away.They had never run so fast in their lives before.2
Just then the Mayor was looking out of the window.
«Oh, that horse can run fast I’m sure it can win the Derby, look at the dog; it’s a real hound I’ll give them each a medal.» And he did.
When I was younger I spent all holidays with my granny. I liked to visit her village especially in summer. There were a lot of children there and we gathered berries and mushrooms, picked flowers together. Of course. I helped my granny: I did gardening to get ripe early vegetables. One day the weather was very warm even hot. We couldn*t play in the field because of an oppressive heat and dusty grass. We decided to go to the river to do bathing. When we were lying in the sun it began to rain. The weather changed quickly: it became rainy and cloudy. We heard a loud thunder.It was a real thunderstorm with lightning. We were afraid because there was no shelter for us there. We had to stay under a tree that was very dangerous. Soon the sky cleared up and we ran home
