Вот этот рассказ перевести на ) человек, которым я восхищаюсь-это моя мама. она для меня самый дорогой и родной человек на свете.ей я могу доверить абсолютно любую информацию, и быть уверена, что она даст правильный совет. моя мама зеленоглазая шатенка среднего роста. по профессии фармацевт. все своё свободное время она посвящает своим детям. мне и моей младшей сестре. мама достигла отличных знаний в кулинарии и часто нас с папой и сестрой своими . так же совсем недавно мама сдала экзамен для получения водительского удостоверения. если мне необходима поддержка, , забота, у меня есть человек, к которому я могу обратиться в любое время. и никогда не услышу отказа. потому что мама-это опора. я думаю, что в жизни каждого человека особую роль играет мама. столько песен и стихов посвящено этим сильным и в то же время женственным созданиям, готовым отдать всё ради своего ребёнка. они заслуживают, чтобы ими восхищались. я люблю свою маму.

She is the dearest and dearest person in the world for me. She can trust absolutely any information, and be sure that she will give the right advice.
My mother is a green-eyed brown-haired woman of medium height. By profession, a pharmacist. She devotes all her free time to her children. Me and my younger sister. Mom has achieved excellent knowledge in cooking and often pampers us with her dad and sister with their dishes. Just recently, my mom passed the exam to get a driver's license. If I need support, help, care, I have a person to whom I can apply at any time. And I will never hear a refusal. Because my mother is a support.
I think that in the life of every person a special role is played by the mother. So many songs and poems are dedicated to these strong and at the same time feminine creatures, ready to give everything for their child. They deserve to be admired.
I love my mom

Near my house cat lives. She always sings a song outside my window. I wanted to make friends with her. Brought her food and treats. Then I talked with my mom about it. Mom allowed us to take her home. I love my cat! It does not matter from the street or store it - most importantly, the love and affection!
Вот рассказ по-русски:
Рядом с моим домом живет кошка. Она всегда поет песни возле моего окна. Я захотела с ней подружится. Приносила ей еду и лакомства. Потом, я поговорила с мамой насчет ее. Мама разрешила взять ее к нам домой. Я люблю свою кошку! И не важно с улицы она или с магазина - главное, любовь и ласка! 

It’s blue by night, By day it’s white. It is cold and not dry, It falls from the sky. (Snow.) Fat and gay, on a winter day, He came here with us to stay. But day by day he grew and thined, And so we brought his younger brother in. (A calendar.) This is the season when fruit is sweet, This is the season when school-friends meet. (Autumn.) This is the season when vegetables grow, I come to the garden and make water flow. (Summer.) Higher than a house, higher than a tree - Oh, what can that be? (The sky.) I come with cold and snow. But you like me and know. (Winter.) Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me When I have flown. (Time) As beautiful as the setting sun, As delicate as the morning dew; An angel’s dusting from the stars that can turn the Earth into A frosted moon. What am I? (Snow) My life can be measured in hours, I live by being devoured. Thin I am fast, Fat I am slow The wind is always my foe. (Candle) Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed. (Mask) A precious stone, as clear as diamond. Seek it out whilst the sun’s near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with its power, Try to keep it, and it’ll vanish ere an hour. (Ice) An arm points north, east, south, then west. Ever in circles, never pausing to rest. It passes its brother twenty three times, As the sun passes by and the moon starts to climb. (Clock).