Треба написати всі прислівники і прикметники, 50 ів. за раннє дякую! можуть бути помилки. i woke up beuse i heard a sat. i was surprised because my grandmother doesn't have a cat. it was dark so i switched on the lamp .. i listened really сarefully but i didn't hear anything. maybe it was a dream, i thought. the next night i heard the noise again but this time there was a black kitten on the bed. it jumped poog and ran to the quickly outside. i followed it along the narrow corridor, through the large hall and upstairs into the artic. i switched the light on. the goot was very messy. there were old carpets, curtains, chairs and paintings. i looked everywhere but i couldn't find the kitten. it was a mystery. in the morning i gold gran about the cat. 'don’t be silly, tom, ' she said impаtiently. that night, a girl came to mu goom. she was beautiful with long brown hair and soft green eyes. 'you have to help me, she said. she spoke quietly. it was hard to hear her voice. she took my hand and i followed her to the garden. she pointed to the roof. i looked up. the kitten was near the chimney when i turned back, the girl wasn't there. in the morning i told gran about the girl. she turned slowly and took an wall. it showed a woman sitting in a cozy armchair in an old-fashioned room. at he feer was a small back cat. nexr go her was a beauriful girl. these people lived here a hundred years ago, 'gran explained. "they sold the house after something terrible happened. old photo from the what? ' i asked. the girl fell from the roof and died. she was only thirteen years old.

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?