Potrzebuję opowiadanie na Angielski.. a że nie jestem w tym dobra proszę o pomoc..Oto polecenie: New Writing Magazine has asked its readers to send in stories for its annual short story competition.The story must end with the words : "The next morning he woke up, packed his suitcases and returned home". Write your story ( 120-150 words ). Bardzo proszę o pomoc.. ;)
- For two weeks we will go to the lake - she said her mother. - The Day After Tomorrow dad will take us there.
It was something unheard of! Yet we were never on the lakes.One had never lived in a forest cottage. Already imagined peaked thatched roof with a crooked chimney and wooden walls, creaky house rotates when the hen) łapce. Because this cabin has to shoot yet. Ideal knew about this from fairy tales. "Certainly in the middle of the oven will be sooty, black cat and a sleepy owl" - was thinking packing his backpack for crayons, pencils and a drawing pad. My sister wanted to write a book for children. I had to come up with text and illustrations by Helen do.Potrzebowałyśmy only suitable topic. We believed that the lake certainly something we will come to mind, so impatiently waited for the trip.
On Saturday morning, Dad packed us into the car. Raining) and it was awful cold rain. There were no signs that they are serene vacation. Additionally, humor broke us the news that Dad will not be with us. Two days before the departure he learned that they do not get leave. The poor. We decided that we will write a book for him.
The gloomy mood got to end, that is, to the Little Village.Interestingly rozejrzałyśmy after a forest settlement in which we had to spend two weeks. We could see little in the wall of rain, but a few were buried among the trees, buildings and a small chapel.Our cottage stood on a slope just above a large lake.Rozczarowałyśmy little, because in no way resembled the huts Baba Yaga. First of all, did not have chicken feet and the chimney. As for the cat and the owl was not the problem. In the woods surrounding the village had to be a lot of animals. Oh, please, to spread her wet stairs with a toad staring obślizgła ślepskami. We looked with disgust at the creature covered with warts, and although the rain drops from the roof took place for our collars, not kwapiłyśmy the entrance to the house.
- Take this eyesore - my dad asked my mother - because the girl will not budge from the spot.
Daddy took the two fingers toad, which is awfully Nadel and yellow eyes narrowed. Few, it looked ugly, it's still on top menacingly. - A true friend of the witch - I whispered, looking like monster lands in the grass and shakes his paw dun ominously.As if we threatened the. It seemed to me that the sound of rain broke the unpleasant hiss - even SSSI ssspotkamy!
- We must be vigilant - I said looking at the wet stairs.
- What is it that you stand and mokniesz? Chodźże finally - my father leaned out the window waving his hand.
I decided to go to the stairs. Before that, however, made sure that there is nowhere toads, or something equally horrible. - Angel of God, my Guardian - sighed and almost caught up over the open door. Shyly looked around the interior of the house. The place was dark, so parents had to light the lamp. Warm, bright circle immediately took a small table covered with checkered oilcloth and four wooden chairs. Around smelled a little damp, a bit of starched linen. Dad turned on the stove at once electric.After a while it became pleasantly warm. On the table there are hot tea and cake yeast, which my mother wisely took the house.Shack has already been tamed. At tapczaniku rozgościł my plush dog, and stood on a shelf battered holy picture, which always traveled with us.
Before I came rozlokowaliśmy lunchtime and we had to go to the canteen. Fortunately, the sky a little paved and beyond the clouds the sun began to shine through. It became more fun, but soon after a meal daddy had to leave. Obiecałyśmy ourselves that we will not cry. Despite this, the tears flowed in streams when we machałyśmy daddy goodbye. Our view was moved a friendly lady in spectacles, who lived in a neighboring house. Just with my mother invited us to each other and met with their children. I thought that, although one of them will be at my age. Alas! Son of Mrs. Halina - Bogdan was terribly old, he was probably of eighteen years. Besides, he wore long hair and sadly strumming the guitar. But his chubby sister Jola immediately became friends with Helen They shared them because only two years difference.So I had to come to terms with the role of "the brat". In any case, it was nice to have new friends. Bogdan the first few days hung between the houses with no sense pulling the strings guitars. Jola learned to crochet and every now and then fumed that her mom is coming. My sister was reading some very interesting reading, since he yawned and sighed, "Oh My ...". I tried to concentrate on writing books, but I totally did not do it. We have tried to while away your time walking into the forest and lake, or a game of dominoes. However, it was unexpected wind that for a good chase] clouds will improve] our moods. Of all the houses went out to the beach vacationers. Bogdan soon found himself on the bridge among the girls laughing loudly. At this sight, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head pityingly.
- Very good. Why do we need on a blanket so old grandfather - growled offended by picking a stick in the sand. Actually, I was a little upset that you went, because I was only with my mother and Mrs. Halina (with Jola Helen moved to the other end of the beach). For lunch, our deck chairs surrounded by a wall great grandmothers. In the cafeteria squirming terribly, as soon as possible because I wanted to show my work Helence. But before I finished the second course he entered the room Mr. Stach, guardian entire resort. He was for all the wonderful widomość: sail boat for a cruise on the lake!
The next day, from morning sun warmed strongly and promised to be a great trip. Helen of Jola took the bench at the side and even in the middle have done for me. Of course it was to them about it, she told me exactly what he did Bogdan on the pier.
- No one was spying. I have more important things on their minds - I preferred to be cautious.
- Well, do not be so! I know you were doing close to his grandmother, then you had to hear a little bit - przymilała the Jola.
- Okay, I will tell, but on condition that you take me with you on a wild beach.
The girls looked at each other making strange faces.
- What's accomplice! - I was already ready to be offended.
- I do not urge, and if you do not want, do not say - nasrożyła to my sister. - Already sail, and immediately begins to sway so that nothing of myself not wydusisz! Aha!
Helen was right, rocking the ship made me nauseous.
The remainder of the voyage passed me with his nose in a split lemon (the old way of seafarers) and a paper bag on his lap.I was not interested singularities, which showed Mr. Guide: neither the cormorant reserve or island hermits, nor locks and canals connecting the lakes. I dreamed about it, to go ashore and have to not be in my head this nasty carousel. I tried so hard to stick to my Guardian Angel wings, but my supervisor rocked too, so I did not feel any] relief. Only after some time I felt better and could expose to the sun his mouth sour (acidic due to mine and lemon juice). Unfortunately, the sky appeared dark clouds and cold wind blew from under them.
- It will be a storm - I heard the unpleasant news. I do not feel like I have one more adventure and, in addition to the middle of the lake.
- Mommy sink - I announced in a trembling voice.
- Do not be afraid, for a couple minutes we will be at the marina. See, that's pretty close. When you finally came down to the shore suddenly flashed, thunder, and fell to the ground first coarse droplets. Without waiting for the other ran to our house on a slope. Chased me threatening murmurs and sounds of the rain.Before the mother of Helen nadbiegły I have sat under the bench on the porch and I was shaking like a jelly. The storm raging in earnest. It got so terribly dark in the hut that we had to light the lamp. It did not last long, however. The wind howled frightfully, the window became white, and suddenly a huge bang shook the whole earth. The lights went out, I screamed and instantly crawled under the bed. At the persuasion we have, so I went there I protested:
- Never in my life!
My sister, braver and wiser than me, knelt down in front of our image and crossed herself vigorously. At this sight, crept timidly from under the couch. I tried even to pray, but it looked pretty desperate: podrygiwałam mumbled and every time, when the lake struck] by lightning. Finally, my mother had to take me to my knees and comfort. With all his strength shoved in her blouse crying face. I imagined that the cradle to the Mother of God in our image. - O Mary, dearest, take this storm - sobbed - so I'm afraid, so I'm very afraid ...
At this point, included in the current. - Finally, at least I can read myself - my sister was delighted moszcząc on the couch.
- Put out the lamp! After a storm! - I cried.
- So what?
- The fact that light attracts the lightning!
- Not true.
- The truth! Mom, tell her!
At the request of my poor mother's sister had to stop reading, because the wind howling outside the window have joined my wail. Next so we sat in the dark. Helen was a bad mother rocked me, and I clogged ears and clenched eyelids. I do not want to see or hear. From all this I felt not even that bite Mum's blouse.
Finally, the storm began przycichać. Slowly, hesitantly opened my eyes and be straightened. The sky brightened, mżył just a nice warm rain. My mother went with Helen to Ms Halina after drops of calming, and I timidly leaned out the window, under which was passed by Bogdan.
- Hey, little, - he cried - I have something for you.
To my amazement he took from his pocket my favorite chocolate with coffee filling.
- Thank you - bąknęłam pouring a blush - because you know I am terribly afraid of storms, and today, it almost ate my mom did not let her blouse and light smoke i. ... i. ..
- I too spietrałem well as started banging on the lake - he laughed and zmierzwił Bogdan me wet hair. Then he went whistling on the bridge itself, and I was standing with a plate of chocolate embarrassed and happy at the same time. - Ooops - sighed.
It seemed to me that I saw myself in the middle of a smile, so I smiled too. Quickly broke the chocolate.
- How to eat, you start to write a book - I said to Helen, placing at the table.
Instead, we wrote the book, however, very long letter to my dad. It contains descriptions and walks in the woods, and our new friends and a cruise on the lake, and this wretched storm.
In any event, the weather until the end of the stay was beautiful and never once thundered. Jola, and my sister, they took me to their beach, and Bogdan finally managed to play a standard] on the song. Maybe it's because he fell in love in Beata? Mother of Mrs. Halina went daily to the berries, from which have already had brown fingers, and so it is not known when the passed time of our stay in Little Village. I tell you, it was really cool ... And I remember so far, at any time to remember the prayer. It reminds me of the rosary, which I carry with me forever: in the storm and when the sun is shining ... nie wiem ile słów XD