Моя будущая професия （врач）текст на （13-15предложений）

I want to be a doctor. I consider that doctor is the main profession in the world because doctor can heal people. Doctor is very old job. In Middle Ages there were  folk doctors - they studied to learn healing, they cut people, beat them, sometimes kill. But now our medicine is very safety. There are a lot of machines which can help me recover people. I want to help people or animals. Doctors are the best!

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