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Анастасия Орлова Брызги
Однажды в парке я бросал камешки в пруд. Берег был крутой. Мама крепко держала меня за руку, чтобы я не соскользнул в воду. А папа крепко держал за руку маму. Но вот я нашёл очень хороший камень. Большущий! Брызги от него должны быть хорошие! Я с трудом поднял его, замахнулся - и камень полетел. А я не удержался и полетел за камнем, а за мной - мама, а за мамой - папа. Так и полетели все гирляндой.
А брызги хорошие были!
Splashes
By Anastasia Orlova
Once I threw rocks into a pond at the park. The pond shore was steep. Mom tightly grasped my hand, so I wouldn’t slip into the water, while Dad tightly held my mom’s hand. Then, I found a very good rock. It was huge! Its splashes had to be awesome! I lifted it up with difficulty, swung it - and the rock flew. I couldn’t stand it and flew after the rock, with mom after me, and dad after mom. Like that, we flew as if we were a garland. The splashes were cool, though!
А брызги хорошие были!
Splashes
By Anastasia Orlova
Once I threw rocks into a pond at the park. The pond shore was steep. Mom tightly grasped my hand, so I wouldn’t slip into the water, while Dad tightly held my mom’s hand. Then, I found a very good rock. It was huge! Its splashes had to be awesome! I lifted it up with difficulty, swung it - and the rock flew. I couldn’t stand it and flew after the rock, with mom after me, and dad after mom. Like that, we flew as if we were a garland. The splashes were cool, though!
