Перевидите на язык нужно на завтра вот текст: дорогая вероника! помнишь, ты спросила меня, какой мой удачный день был? да, в моей жизни было так много удачных дней, но про одно из них я расскажу тебе. для меня хороший день-это когда все получается..это был рабочий день.я, как обычно, йшла в школу.получила хорошии оценки.ты не представляешь, я была так рада.потом пришла домой и стала заниматься своими любимыми делами. в этот день было так, как я хотела. пока, вероника! жду от тебя следующего письма.

Dear Veronica ! Remember when you asked me how my day was good ? Yes, there were so many successful days of my life , but about one of them, I tell you . For me, a good day is when all poluchaetsya..Eto den.A was working as usual in yshla shkolu.Poluchila well otsenki.Ty no idea I was so rada.Potom came home and began to do their own favorite things . On this day it was the way I wanted . While , Veronica ! Waiting for you the next letter .

Forest in winter. You've been in the woods when it dominates the winter? Not every year at this time the forest is so beautiful. This year it is unusual - magical. You come into this realm of extraterrestrial beauty is captured amazing experience, even when you can not say the words aloud, but would not flush out of a diva. Vaughn scored trees on their branches as much powder snow that does not seem to stand the twigs and white dive down a waterfall. All the trees, the bushes are powdered snowflakes, as if preparing for some ball. I would like to talk in a whisper. A bullfinches absolutely not interested, they like to fly from branch to branch and shake the snow. Squirrels also pop up a walk to amuse yourself and others birds that fly directly if somewhere osypletsya snow. The forest is filled with single sounds so gentle and unique, as if nature itself whispers something. Somewhere bird resound somewhere proshelestit snow, pour the foot of the trees

Forest in winter. You've been in the woods when it dominates the winter? Not every year at this time the forest is so beautiful. This year it is unusual - magical. You come into this realm of extraterrestrial beauty is captured amazing experience, even when you can not say the words aloud, but would not flush out of a diva. Vaughn scored trees on their branches as much powder snow that does not seem to stand the twigs and white dive down a waterfall. All the trees, the bushes are powdered snowflakes, as if preparing for some ball. I would like to talk in a whisper. A bullfinches absolutely not interested, they like to fly from branch to branch and shake the snow. Squirrels also pop up a walk to amuse yourself and others birds that fly directly if somewhere osypletsya snow. The forest is filled with single sounds so gentle and unique, as if nature itself whispers something. Somewhere bird resound somewhere proshelestit snow, pour the foot of the trees