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quarter past twoi twenty to six
quarter to ten five past eleven
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My story is somewhat unusual, and i want to start it with a small deviation. most people have a favorite spot on earth is where they at least once in his life had been, and they really liked it. many will say that the way it is, but what else? from the point of view of logic it is true, but, it is the other way. about this "different" and i'm going to speak briefly. my favorite place on earth is the place where i never was. this kailas. why, now i will try to explain. many people tend to travel to different interesting (from the point of view of a particular person). all such trips are united by some criteria man chooses where to go. but, not always. sometimes a certain place on the earth itself chooses a person and begins to draw to themselves.мой рассказ будет несколько необычным, и начну я его с небольшого отступления. у большинства людей любимым местом на земле есть то, где они хотя бы раз в своей жизни побывали, и им там понравилось. многие скажут, что так оно и есть, а как же иначе? с точки зрения логики всё верно, но… но, бывает и по-другому. о этом «по-другому» я и собираюсь вам вкратце рассказать. моим любимым местом на земле как раз и есть то место, где я никогда не был. это кайлас. почему так, сейчас попытаюсь объяснить. многим людям свойственно путешествовать по разным интересным (с точки зрения конкретного человека) местам. все подобные путешествия объединяет одно — по каким-либо критериям человек сам выбирает, куда ему поехать. но, так бывает не всегда. иногда определённое место на земле само выбирает человека и начинает его притягивать к себе. 

                                               and a Dog
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.  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.
 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.