Where and when priting was invented? why the invention of priting was a great event in history?

My school is large and light. There are three floors in it. There is a gym, a library, a canteen and a few classrooms on the ground floor. There are many classrooms and a teachers’ room on the first and on the second floors. Our classrooms are very large and light. There are twelve desks, a teacher’s table, a blackboard and many flowers in our classrooms. My school life is wonderful. There are lots of concerts, performances and sport competitions in our school. My classmates and I often take part in different school events. I have a lot of friends in my class. Our teachers are kind and intelligent and my classmates are smart and friendly.

Перевод:

Моя школа очень просторная и светлая. В ней три этажа. На первом этаже тренажерный зал, библиотека, столовая и несколько кабинетов. На втором этаже много классов и учительская. Наши классные комнаты очень большие и светлые. В наших классных комнатах двенадцать парт, учительский стол, доска и много цветов. Моя школьная жизнь прекрасна. У нас много концертов, спектаклей, спортивных соревнований в нашей школе. Мои одноклассники и я часто принимаем участие в различных школьных мероприятиях. У меня много друзей в моем классе. Наши учителя добрые и умные и мои одноклассники умные и доброжелательные.

When Jacob opened his eyes, it was late morning. He closed THEM again as there was no point in getting up. It was the FIRST day of holidays but it was no fun — all his friends were out of the city and Jacob knew that his parents WOULD COME home from work late. Suddenly he HEARD a noise from the kitchen. Thieves? Jacob felt scared. Someone was there. Then he smelled pies cooking. Thieves do not cook pies and he immediately knew who it was. “Gran! I'm so glad you HAVE COME!” Jacob rushed to the kitchen and hugged the smiling little lady. “Easy, easy, or I'll drop the saucepan. I AM MAKING your favourite pie with vanilla sauce. Where do you keep cinnamon by the way? Cinnamon IS WRITTEN here, but there isn't any,” the woman handed him a little spice jar. “I don't know, Gran, honestly! But the cinnamon DOES NOT MATTER. It's great that you are here. I've got a lot to tell you.” The woman smiled. “OK, you get dressed and when you are ready, we WILL CHAT. Hurry up!”