Do sweet monsters live in the magic forest перевод

Живут ли конфетные монстры в Магическом лесу

Russia. For some, it is an empty phrase, for others - a huge, vast country called Homeland, and for me it's even more than the place where I was born and raised. In my opinion, nowhere in the world there is no country with such a rich culture, history, full of bloody wars, people are always willing to help, understand and share your grief, support at a difficult time, and to give useful advice. I got it all, visiting the ancient Russian city, located on the banks of the Volga and the Oka. For me, everything was new and surprising.

ответ: I wish that my stressful week ended on Friday afternoon with a fun and relaxing weekend, but it always seems that the stress follows me into the weekend. For me, the weekend is a struggle between wanting to complete my work and wanting to relax and have fun.

By Friday afternoon, I am completely exhausted. I pull off my uniform, slide into leggings and a sweatshirt, and sprawl on the couch, remote control or trashy novel in hand. I want to be productive and finish my homework but after five full days of school, I can’t resist the urge to do nothing. After dinner with my family, I go to bed early to catch up on sleep.

Saturday morning my dilemma begins: Do I get my homework done, or do I spend my day doing something fun? Usually, I do errands or spend time with friends, and then I come home and try to be productive.

I baby-sit once a month, and while I appreciate the income, I’d rather spend my Saturday night with friends. We usually spend the night shopping, at a basketball game, or eating out. The night ends with a group sleepover, always two to a bed (You can’t have the same late-night lights-out talks if you’re separated by a few feet of carpet!).

Groggy Sunday mornings are the worst, when I arrive home only to look in my assignment book and realize I should’ve spent the entire weekend on homework. So, I have a cup of coffee and work until I’ve crossed out each assignment. I start off every Sunday with the same goal: to get to bed early, by nine or so. And every Sunday night, I work past 9 p.m. followed by hours on the phone with my friends.

Every weekend begins and ends with the pile of homework, but the pile gets forgotten when I’m with my friends. Even though I wish I didn’t have this cloud over me, somehow the work gets done. Still, I wish for a weekend without homework.

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