8. when i (to look) out of the window, i (to see) that it (to snow) and everything (to be) covered with snow, 9. somebody (to talk) in the next room? — no, nobody (to talk my son (to watch) television now. 10. why he (not to go) to school yesterday? — he (to be) ill. he (to stay) in bed the whole day. 11. you (to work), when i phoned you last night? - yes, i (to work). 12. why they (to sit) here now? - they (to wait) for their doctor. the doctor (to be) late. 13. he (to ask) you to work late last tuesday? - no, he (not to ask). i (to decide) to work late myself. 14. yesterday (to be) a typical summer day, the sun (to beat) down, the sky (to be) cloudless. 15. yesterday, when he (to open) the door, he (to understand) that he (to do) it with a wrong key. 16. every day she (to return) home, (to have) dinner and (to rest). but yesterday she (not to rest) after dinner, she (to work) at her report the whole evening.

the swaying of the train and the clickety-clack of the wheels rolling along the track lulls me into a trance as the trans canadian train rumbles along the track. i lie on a freshly made bed, mesmerized by a blur of conifer trees as the scenery outside my carriage is gradually swallowed by dusk.

the comfortable bed and rocking motion puts me to sleep quickly as the canadian train whizzes past trees, lakes and cabins.

the rumbling and grinding of the train provide an unexpected soundtrack to my dream of herds of buffalo thundering across the plains.

waking up to the sounds of the train is one of my favourite moments on this epic via rail train across canada.

train across canada in autumn

there are three classes of travel on board the canadian.

somewhere between the railway towns of gogama and longlac, on the canadian shield, i dream there’s an earthquake.

but it’s only the train shuddering on the tracks.

when i open my eyes, the sky is a crimson blanket dotted with puffs of pink clouds.

it’s easy to slip into a world of your own on board the canadian.

on this train trip across canada, you’ll feel like you’re swept away by the majesty of a bygone era.

we're all different, but what makes us so different? each of us has a head with two arms and two legs. the answer is a culture. but what does the word   "culture" means? culture is a set of customs and rules of a society or community which prescribe a certain behaviour to a person with his own experiences and thoughts in this connection rendering managerial effect. so, in fact, culture is a tool of ideology. a thousands years ago culture helped to come us together, but in the other hand culture is the reason of all wars and conflicts. now, we can communicate with all the world, we're started to conquer space, but the dark ages are hunting us. can we go to the next stage of development or culture is too big a price?