Бесплатный фрагмент - Moscow, the 70s. Non-adapted short stories for translation from English and retelling. Levels B2—C2

How to work at the stories

Follow the simplest rules, namely:

1. First, analyze the sentence for grammar — the tenses and forms of verbs, active or passive voice.

2. If you don’t know any words, use your dictionary or the Translate Google service https://translate.google.com

3. If the sentence has idioms, or words with difficult realities, use the search for their meanings or the realities here https://context.reverso.net

4. First, translate all sentences in the story, then learn all the new words and phrases, do the interpretation of these stories, retell them.

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“Morozovka” and books

The “Morozovka” rest house was very cozy and beautiful, my parents and I often went there when I didn’t go to school yet. He was distinguished by special architecture. It was an antique mansion, the front columns at the entrance, building façade and the interior were completed in blue and white pastel colors with bas-reliefs and stucco moldings. There was antique furniture in the rooms had — the holiday home reminded me a castle.

My first memories of this place can be attributed to my three years old. Immediately upon arrival at “Morozovka,” dad went to the library and brought big books from there. When it came time to go to the dining room, we marched there — the whole family accompanied by books.

I was too small then and therefore I could not sit at the table normally. Dad put big books on the chair, put me on the books, and the problem was completely solved in this way.

But dad chose books in the library, based not only on their size, but also on the content. As a rule, these were either encyclopedias, or fairy tales, or something else that might interest me at that time. Therefore, in the evenings, we sat in a large armchair by the floor lamp, and dad read aloud to me.

When I got older, my best friend Luda Koeva began to go with us to “Morozovka”. As a rule, we were allocated a separate room. It was very romantic. At night we climbed onto the bed, looked at the moon and stars through the window, and composed some fantastic or scary stories.

I often came up with some kind of poem. But then I did not record them, because I did not know how to do it. Sometimes my mother wrote poems after me, but those records were not preserved.

Sometimes I composed music, playing it on the piano. I liked to compose something, it amused me.

Lucy, drawing and painting