Сочинение на тему: самый плохой день в моей жизни.предложений 5-7.

the worst day in my life

a few weeks ago i overslept and had to leave for school without breakfast. i wasn't late for my classes but i quickly discovered that i had left all my notebooks and copy-books with homework at home. besides, i failed a chemistry test. i felt really down although my friends tried to cheer me up. then, when i was walking home from school i slipped and fell on the icy pavement. i managed to get up but couldn't walk - my ankle hurt too much. i had to call my friends who helped me to get to the doctor's. it was an ankle sprain, and that day became the worst one in my life.

самый плохой день в моей жизни

несколько недель назад я проспал и был вынужден уйти в школу без завтрака. я не опоздал на уроки, но быстро обнаружил, что забыл дома все свои тетради с . кроме того, я завалил самостоятельную по . я чувствовал себя совершенно подавленным, хотя друзья пытались подбодрить меня. потом, по дороге   домой из школы, я поскользнулся и упал на скользком тротуаре. я смог встать на ноги, но не мог идти: сильно болела лодыжка. мне пришлось позвонить друзьям, которые мне добраться до врача. это было растяжение, и этот день стал худшим в моей жизни.

What have i done for you, england, my england? what is there i would not do, england, my own? with your glorious eyes austere, as the lord were walking near, whispering terrible things and dear as the song on your bugles blown, england - round the world on your bugles blown. where shall the watchful sun, england, my england, match the master-work you've done, england, my own? when shall he rejoice agen such a breed of mighty men as come forward, one to ten, to the song on your bugles blown, england - down the years on your bugles blown? ever the faith endures, england, my england: - 'take and break us: we are yours, england, my own! life is good, and joy runs high between english earth and sky: death is death; but we shall die to the song on your bugles blown, england - to the stars on your bugles blown! ' they shall call you proud and hard, england, my england: you with worlds to watch and ward, england, my own! you whose mail'd hand keeps the keys of such teeming destinies, you could not know nor dread nor ease were the song on your bugles blown, england, round the pit on your bugles blown! mother of ships whose might, england, my england, is the fierce old sea's delight, england, my own, chose daughter of the lord, spouse-in-chief of the ancient sword, there's the menace of the word in the song on your bugles blown, england - out of heaven on your bugles blown!

My weekend.  on my weekend i sleep 'till i didn't wake up by myself. i began my weekend from cooking my breakfast, washing my face and feeding my cat. at the weekend i don't usually make by bed because i live alone and nobody scold me about that. on my weekends i'm preparing my physics, english, as i understand these subjects worse. if i'm done with my work in time for dinner i'm going to invite all my friends and we are going ride a bikes if it's summer or play football, and winter ice skating and skiing if it's winter. i have weight with dumbbells at home to keep my fit, i train with weight and dumbbells mostly on my weekends, because during the week i go to the gym and that's enough for me.