Write a description of a striking, mysterious or magical place/building that you know. mention its location and history. write 200-250 words. na jutro, bardzo proszę o pomoc ;)
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My secret place is my home. I've never been in one room. In the basement, I have a small, wooden door. I do not know what to keep. When I was little, I played with that are the door to new and better world, but my grandmother told me that there are potatoes. But one day, from walking to the basement I heard a strange sound coming from for these doors. It was something similar to a howling dog. I was afraid to open it, because it certainly was not my dog, because my Fafik stood next to me and started barking. I ran to my mother, and immediately told her the story. My mother did not believe me. I did not know what to do. I decided to leave. The next day, when I came back from school (it was around 16:00) I could not find Fafik. I heard the barking coming from the basement. I knew it was howling again appeared there. This time I went to my grandmother, I hope she can help me. She went with me in that place and opened the door. It turned out that there are really only potatoes, and said that it seemed to me. But the dog's ears certainly are not wrong. Since then I have already heard this sound. Maybe the truth I thought?
I've never been in one room.
In the basement, I have a small, wooden door. I do not know what to keep.
When I was little, I played with that are the door to new and better world, but my grandmother told me that there are potatoes. But one day, from walking to the basement I heard a strange sound coming from for these doors. It was something similar to a howling dog. I was afraid to open it, because it certainly was not my dog, because my Fafik stood next to me and started barking. I ran to my mother, and immediately told her the story. My mother did not believe me. I did not know what to do. I decided to leave.
The next day, when I came back from school (it was around 16:00) I could not find Fafik.
I heard the barking coming from the basement. I knew it was howling again appeared there. This time I went to my grandmother, I hope she can help me.
She went with me in that place and opened the door. It turned out that there are really only potatoes, and said that it seemed to me. But the dog's ears certainly are not wrong.
Since then I have already heard this sound. Maybe the truth I thought?