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When it had became absolutely unbearable to stay at home, I went outside. The street, many-voiced, always cheered me up. No sooner than evening fresh breathed I understood that everything, however, wasn’t so bad. “Anyway” – I thought: “We will make peace. It wasn’t the first time, really”.
It had rained recently, so all road was covered by puddles as if they were little birthmarks. I don’t know why but I thought my childhood and rubber boots. Waved away the leaf which took a fancy to my face, I started to choose a smaller puddle for myself.
“Here it is” – I recognized it at once. A little piece of pink sky could be seen in it and it wasn’t deep. I hopped in.
And I plowed up to the waist. I didn’t know how to swim. It was a real nightmare for me. Some part of me thought brokenly: “It mustn’t be real” but I couldn’t touch the bottom and my arms were becoming weaker.
Nobody was there when I understood that I felt in a second.
Broken my especially long a fingernail, the ground hidden. Darkness chained everything but I still could see the light somewhere overhead. I was trying to swim but something was dragging me down. It was stronger so it gave my lungs to drink generously. Everything hid.
A cough told me that it’s time to wake up. I came to myself in some falling version. A wind had taken all my clothes so I thought about how ridiculous I will look when passers-by find my dead body. There were clouds below and something grey above. “The paddles” – I guessed: “Amazing! Maybe, I may fly there? ”
My falling stopped.
I was flying!
Piles of clouds speeded under my belly, and a castle could be seen in the distance. ‘What? It’s made of clouds? ” – I thought and started to near. I softly passed through walls, they gave me white and wet clothes.
“Probably, someone lives here” – I thought: ”If there is the castle, somebody should live there, right? ” My eyes were blinded by the sun. The sun? !
When I was trying to recollect of there was any sun, somebody said: ”
They are sad when they’re in red.
And they are happy, when they’re in black”
I turned harshly and saw a big colorful parrot. He was repeating this words and pointed at the ground.
-Why? – I asked.
-You white outside and dirty inside, - he sang, - Go see yourself.
After these words the floor disappeared.
“I’m flying, I’m flying” – I was repeated, but gravitation was a winner in this debate. A great trash box was waiting for me with inscription: “Settings and Stereotypes”.
“M-m-m, so tasty” – it said slurping, while I was floundering about something black and smelling strong. Then I flew back with a speed of champagne plug.
-There it is – groaned the Parrot, looking at me approvingly, - You may go, but don’t make a lot of noise.
I went through high cloud gates as he said. They were cold and wet when I touched them. There was nobody inside. The sun beams were painting everything in pink and red colors little by little. I could see figures outlines. They were whirling to music. Maybe, it was a violin.
A couple swept over me and called me Jack for some reason.
-Hi, Jack – everybody shouted.
“But what the Jack I am? ” – I thought.
-Jack-coming-lately! – The crowd shouted and continued to dance.
The redder everything became, the more faces I might recognize. All of them were sad. “They are sad, when they’re in red” – song words came to memory. One lady stepped up to me and asked quietly:
-Do you dance?
-I don’t dance today.
Her face became even sadder. Marmoset was jumping to me across the yard. I waited for her with interest.
-C’mon, lemme show our castle – she said, - Anyway, they aren’t doing anything, only bleating.
-Alright, let’s go.
She had opened castle door, I smelt some dump. “It must be there” – Marmoset said, slapping herself. “There! ” – She shouted and wagged. The little sun flew to the ceiling and floated. There was a little man, standing near two doors.
-Who is it – I asked Marmoset.
-This is Neil.
-What’s wrong with him?
-He can’t decide which door to open.
-Yes? And why? – I glanced at hairy face.
-Who knows, - she pointed at the side door, - This way.
I heard sound of fight from there.
-Here we go again – Marmoset sighed. When my eyes got used to darkness, I saw a little man breaking watches.
-Don’t you think that you’ll be on time, if you break it? – Marmoset asked.
-No-no-no. I think exactly that. – he squeaked.
Nine knocks chinned somewhere.
-We’ve got to go now!
I gave a squeeze and followed my guide. She opened doors and pushed me outside.
I walked into evening twilight: all figures were black. But all of them were happy. They were dancing and singing. A group crowded together around a guy, who had transparent belly.
-What is in? – Gapers laughed.
-A joke.
-Tell it us. Don’t be Neil-like.
They chortled again. Joker changed his face.
-What happened, dude?
-He has butterflies!
-Amazing.
-I’ve forgotten my joke – he admitted.
A girl drew me away:
-Apples or oranges?
-I don’t care – I answered. I really wasn’t interested in fruits.
Music calmed down, every face was looking on me.
-What does it mean: “Don’t care? ”
-Drive him away!
The crowd was becoming more aggressive. Parrot jumped to me:
-You’d better fly away!
-Give his face, I wash him! – Somebody shouted.
Parrot threw me up. I flew again; wind asked me, if I’m OK.
-Are you OK? – The bearded face of my neighbor asked.
-Yes, yes – I said, trying to stand. Acquainted paddle stood near, laughing.
-Be careful, boy.
-I’ll do it.
We had made peace with my parents, so they bought some sweet-stuff to make this day better.
Apples and oranges.
Sprache: Englisch
Sprachwissen: Muttersprachler, Kompetenz
It had rained recently, so all road was covered by puddles as if they were little birthmarks. I don’t know why but I thought my childhood and rubber boots. Waved away the leaf which took a fancy to my face, I started to choose a smaller puddle for myself.
“Here it is” – I recognized it at once. A little piece of pink sky could be seen in it and it wasn’t deep. I hopped in.
And I plowed up to the waist. I didn’t know how to swim. It was a real nightmare for me. Some part of me thought brokenly: “It mustn’t be real” but I couldn’t touch the bottom and my arms were becoming weaker.
Nobody was there when I understood that I felt in a second.
Broken my especially long a fingernail, the ground hidden. Darkness chained everything but I still could see the light somewhere overhead. I was trying to swim but something was dragging me down. It was stronger so it gave my lungs to drink generously. Everything hid.
A cough told me that it’s time to wake up. I came to myself in some falling version. A wind had taken all my clothes so I thought about how ridiculous I will look when passers-by find my dead body. There were clouds below and something grey above. “The paddles” – I guessed: “Amazing! Maybe, I may fly there? ”
My falling stopped.
I was flying!
Piles of clouds speeded under my belly, and a castle could be seen in the distance. ‘What? It’s made of clouds? ” – I thought and started to near. I softly passed through walls, they gave me white and wet clothes.
“Probably, someone lives here” – I thought: ”If there is the castle, somebody should live there, right? ” My eyes were blinded by the sun. The sun? !
When I was trying to recollect of there was any sun, somebody said: ”
They are sad when they’re in red.
And they are happy, when they’re in black”
I turned harshly and saw a big colorful parrot. He was repeating this words and pointed at the ground.
-Why? – I asked.
-You white outside and dirty inside, - he sang, - Go see yourself.
After these words the floor disappeared.
“I’m flying, I’m flying” – I was repeated, but gravitation was a winner in this debate. A great trash box was waiting for me with inscription: “Settings and Stereotypes”.
“M-m-m, so tasty” – it said slurping, while I was floundering about something black and smelling strong. Then I flew back with a speed of champagne plug.
-There it is – groaned the Parrot, looking at me approvingly, - You may go, but don’t make a lot of noise.
I went through high cloud gates as he said. They were cold and wet when I touched them. There was nobody inside. The sun beams were painting everything in pink and red colors little by little. I could see figures outlines. They were whirling to music. Maybe, it was a violin.
A couple swept over me and called me Jack for some reason.
-Hi, Jack – everybody shouted.
“But what the Jack I am? ” – I thought.
-Jack-coming-lately! – The crowd shouted and continued to dance.
The redder everything became, the more faces I might recognize. All of them were sad. “They are sad, when they’re in red” – song words came to memory. One lady stepped up to me and asked quietly:
-Do you dance?
-I don’t dance today.
Her face became even sadder. Marmoset was jumping to me across the yard. I waited for her with interest.
-C’mon, lemme show our castle – she said, - Anyway, they aren’t doing anything, only bleating.
-Alright, let’s go.
She had opened castle door, I smelt some dump. “It must be there” – Marmoset said, slapping herself. “There! ” – She shouted and wagged. The little sun flew to the ceiling and floated. There was a little man, standing near two doors.
-Who is it – I asked Marmoset.
-This is Neil.
-What’s wrong with him?
-He can’t decide which door to open.
-Yes? And why? – I glanced at hairy face.
-Who knows, - she pointed at the side door, - This way.
I heard sound of fight from there.
-Here we go again – Marmoset sighed. When my eyes got used to darkness, I saw a little man breaking watches.
-Don’t you think that you’ll be on time, if you break it? – Marmoset asked.
-No-no-no. I think exactly that. – he squeaked.
Nine knocks chinned somewhere.
-We’ve got to go now!
I gave a squeeze and followed my guide. She opened doors and pushed me outside.
I walked into evening twilight: all figures were black. But all of them were happy. They were dancing and singing. A group crowded together around a guy, who had transparent belly.
-What is in? – Gapers laughed.
-A joke.
-Tell it us. Don’t be Neil-like.
They chortled again. Joker changed his face.
-What happened, dude?
-He has butterflies!
-Amazing.
-I’ve forgotten my joke – he admitted.
A girl drew me away:
-Apples or oranges?
-I don’t care – I answered. I really wasn’t interested in fruits.
Music calmed down, every face was looking on me.
-What does it mean: “Don’t care? ”
-Drive him away!
The crowd was becoming more aggressive. Parrot jumped to me:
-You’d better fly away!
-Give his face, I wash him! – Somebody shouted.
Parrot threw me up. I flew again; wind asked me, if I’m OK.
-Are you OK? – The bearded face of my neighbor asked.
-Yes, yes – I said, trying to stand. Acquainted paddle stood near, laughing.
-Be careful, boy.
-I’ll do it.
We had made peace with my parents, so they bought some sweet-stuff to make this day better.
Apples and oranges.
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When it had became absolutely unbearable to stay at home, I went outside. The many-voiced street always cheered me up. No sooner than the chilly evening, I understood that everything, however, wasn’t so bad. “Anyway” – I thought: “We will make it right again. It wasn’t the first time, really”.
It had rained recently, so the road was covered with puddles as if they were little birthmarks. I don’t know why but I thought about my childhood and rubber boots. After waving away the leaf which took a fancy to my face, I started to choose a smaller puddle for myself.
“Here it is” – I recognized it at once. It wasn't deep and a little piece of pink sky could be seen in it. I hopped in.
The water reached my waist. I didn’t know how to swim. It turned to be a real nightmare. Some part of me thought brokenly: “It mustn’t be real” but I couldn’t touch the bottom and my arms were becoming weaker.
Nobody was there when I feel deep into the paddle.
I even broke a long a fingernail. The ground was gone. Darkness chained everything but I still could see the light somewhere overhead. I was trying to swim but something was dragging me down. It was stronger than me and it led my lungs to drink generously to the water I was sinking in. Everything around me was gone.
Caughing, I realised it was time to wake up. I realised I was falling. The wind had taken all my clothes so I thought about how ridiculous I would look when passers-by found my dead body. There were clouds below and something grey above. “The paddles” – I guessed: “Amazing! Maybe, I can fly there? ”
My falling stopped.
I was flying!
Piles of clouds speeded under my belly, and a castle could be seen in the distance. ‘What? It’s made of clouds? ” – I thought and started to get closer to it. I softly passed through walls. Suddenly, white and wet clothes were given to me.
“Probably, someone lives here” – I thought: ”If there is the castle, somebody should live there, right? ” My eyes were blinded by the sun. The sun? !
When I was trying to see if there was any sun, somebody said: ”
They are sad when they’re in red.
And they are happy, when they’re in black”
I turned quickly and saw a big colorful parrot. He was repeating these words and pointed at the ground.
-Why? – I asked.
-You're white outside and dirty inside, - he sang, - Look at yourself.
After these words the floor disappeared.
“I’m flying, I’m flying” – I repeated to myself, but gravitation was a winner in this debate. A great trash box was waiting for me with the inscription: “Settings and Stereotypes”.
“M-m-m, so tasty” – it said slurping, while I was floundering about something black and strong smelling. Then I flew back with a speed of champagne plug.
-There it is – groaned the Parrot, looking at me approvingly, - You may go, but don’t make a lot of noise.
I went through high cloud gates as he said. They were cold and wet when I touched them. There was nobody inside. The sun beams were painting everything in pink and red little by little. I could see figures outlines. They were whirling to music. Maybe, it was a violin.
A couple swept over me and called me Jack for some reason.
-Hi, Jack – everybody shouted.
“But what Jack am I? ” – I thought.
-Jack-coming-lately! – The crowd shouted and continued to dance.
The redder everything became, the more faces I recognized. All of them were sad. “They are sad, when they’re in red” – song words came to memory. One lady stepped up to me and asked quietly:
-Do you dance?
-I don’t dance today.
Her face became even sadder. Marmoset was jumping to me across the yard. I waited for her with interest.
-C’mon, lemme show our castle – she said, - Anyway, they aren’t doing anything, only bleating.
-Alright, let’s go.
She had opened the castle door and as soon as she did, I smelled some damp. “It must be there” – Marmoset said, slapping herself. “There! ” – She shouted and wagged. The little sun flew to the ceiling and floated. There was a little man, standing near two doors.
-Who is it? – I asked Marmoset.
-This is Neil.
-What’s wrong with him?
-He can’t decide which door to open.
-Yes? And why? – I glanced at the hairy face.
-Who knows, - she pointed at the side door, - This way.
I heard fighting sounds from there.
-Here we go again – Marmoset sighed. When my eyes got used to darkness, I saw a little man breaking watches.
-Don’t you think that you’ll be on time, if you break it? – Marmoset asked.
-No-no-no. I think exactly that. – he squeaked.
Nine knocks chinned somewhere.
-We’ve got to go now!
I gave a squeeze and followed my guide. She opened doors and pushed me outside.
I walked into evening twilight: all figures were black. But all of them were happy. They were dancing and singing. A group crowded together around a guy whose belly was transparent.
-What's in it? – Gapers laughed.
-A joke.
-Tell us about it. Don’t be Neil-like.
They chortled again. Joker changed his face.
-What happened, dude?
-He has butterflies!
-Amazing.
-I’ve forgotten my joke – he admitted.
A girl drew me away:
-Apples or oranges?
-I don’t care – I answered. I really wasn’t interested in fruits.
Music slowly faded away, every face was looking at me.
-What does it mean: “Don’t care? ”
-Drive him away!
The crowd was becoming more aggressive. The parrot jumped to me:
-You’d better fly away!
-Give me his face, I'll wash him! – Somebody shouted.
Parrot threw me up in the air. I flew again;
-Are you OK? – Wind and the bearded face of my neighbor asked.
-Yes, yes – I said, trying to stand. Acquainted paddle stood near me, laughing.
-Be careful, boy.
-I’ll do it.
I made up with my parents. Finally both of them decided to bring some sweet-stuff to make that day better: apples and oranges.
It had rained recently, so the road was covered with puddles as if they were little birthmarks. I don’t know why but I thought about my childhood and rubber boots. After waving away the leaf which took a fancy to my face, I started to choose a smaller puddle for myself.
“Here it is” – I recognized it at once. It wasn't deep and a little piece of pink sky could be seen in it. I hopped in.
The water reached my waist. I didn’t know how to swim. It turned to be a real nightmare. Some part of me thought brokenly: “It mustn’t be real” but I couldn’t touch the bottom and my arms were becoming weaker.
Nobody was there when I feel deep into the paddle.
I even broke a long a fingernail. The ground was gone. Darkness chained everything but I still could see the light somewhere overhead. I was trying to swim but something was dragging me down. It was stronger than me and it led my lungs to drink generously to the water I was sinking in. Everything around me was gone.
Caughing, I realised it was time to wake up. I realised I was falling. The wind had taken all my clothes so I thought about how ridiculous I would look when passers-by found my dead body. There were clouds below and something grey above. “The paddles” – I guessed: “Amazing! Maybe, I can fly there? ”
My falling stopped.
I was flying!
Piles of clouds speeded under my belly, and a castle could be seen in the distance. ‘What? It’s made of clouds? ” – I thought and started to get closer to it. I softly passed through walls. Suddenly, white and wet clothes were given to me.
“Probably, someone lives here” – I thought: ”If there is the castle, somebody should live there, right? ” My eyes were blinded by the sun. The sun? !
When I was trying to see if there was any sun, somebody said: ”
They are sad when they’re in red.
And they are happy, when they’re in black”
I turned quickly and saw a big colorful parrot. He was repeating these words and pointed at the ground.
-Why? – I asked.
-You're white outside and dirty inside, - he sang, - Look at yourself.
After these words the floor disappeared.
“I’m flying, I’m flying” – I repeated to myself, but gravitation was a winner in this debate. A great trash box was waiting for me with the inscription: “Settings and Stereotypes”.
“M-m-m, so tasty” – it said slurping, while I was floundering about something black and strong smelling. Then I flew back with a speed of champagne plug.
-There it is – groaned the Parrot, looking at me approvingly, - You may go, but don’t make a lot of noise.
I went through high cloud gates as he said. They were cold and wet when I touched them. There was nobody inside. The sun beams were painting everything in pink and red little by little. I could see figures outlines. They were whirling to music. Maybe, it was a violin.
A couple swept over me and called me Jack for some reason.
-Hi, Jack – everybody shouted.
“But what Jack am I? ” – I thought.
-Jack-coming-lately! – The crowd shouted and continued to dance.
The redder everything became, the more faces I recognized. All of them were sad. “They are sad, when they’re in red” – song words came to memory. One lady stepped up to me and asked quietly:
-Do you dance?
-I don’t dance today.
Her face became even sadder. Marmoset was jumping to me across the yard. I waited for her with interest.
-C’mon, lemme show our castle – she said, - Anyway, they aren’t doing anything, only bleating.
-Alright, let’s go.
She had opened the castle door and as soon as she did, I smelled some damp. “It must be there” – Marmoset said, slapping herself. “There! ” – She shouted and wagged. The little sun flew to the ceiling and floated. There was a little man, standing near two doors.
-Who is it? – I asked Marmoset.
-This is Neil.
-What’s wrong with him?
-He can’t decide which door to open.
-Yes? And why? – I glanced at the hairy face.
-Who knows, - she pointed at the side door, - This way.
I heard fighting sounds from there.
-Here we go again – Marmoset sighed. When my eyes got used to darkness, I saw a little man breaking watches.
-Don’t you think that you’ll be on time, if you break it? – Marmoset asked.
-No-no-no. I think exactly that. – he squeaked.
Nine knocks chinned somewhere.
-We’ve got to go now!
I gave a squeeze and followed my guide. She opened doors and pushed me outside.
I walked into evening twilight: all figures were black. But all of them were happy. They were dancing and singing. A group crowded together around a guy whose belly was transparent.
-What's in it? – Gapers laughed.
-A joke.
-Tell us about it. Don’t be Neil-like.
They chortled again. Joker changed his face.
-What happened, dude?
-He has butterflies!
-Amazing.
-I’ve forgotten my joke – he admitted.
A girl drew me away:
-Apples or oranges?
-I don’t care – I answered. I really wasn’t interested in fruits.
Music slowly faded away, every face was looking at me.
-What does it mean: “Don’t care? ”
-Drive him away!
The crowd was becoming more aggressive. The parrot jumped to me:
-You’d better fly away!
-Give me his face, I'll wash him! – Somebody shouted.
Parrot threw me up in the air. I flew again;
-Are you OK? – Wind and the bearded face of my neighbor asked.
-Yes, yes – I said, trying to stand. Acquainted paddle stood near me, laughing.
-Be careful, boy.
-I’ll do it.
I made up with my parents. Finally both of them decided to bring some sweet-stuff to make that day better: apples and oranges.
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