My first teacher of English I'm going to tell you about my first teacher of English. He taught me all I know about English. I have no enough words to express all my gratitude to him. Maybe I'm a terrible speaker of English due to the fact that I haven't had any real oral practice, but at least I'm able to express my thoughts and ideas clearly enough for other people to understand what I mean. (Am I?) He always kept repeating that the grammar is the most important part of studying a foreign language. I remember him asking the question "who is doing what to whom?" which he kept asking over and over again. I was a teenager then, I didn't want to study instead I just wanted to party, just like in that song :) But he managed to motivate me somehow and made me interested in studying all those annoying grammar rules. Who was he? It was my uncle Gosha. He was a tall handsome nice-looking man, and it seems that I was in love with him, but he was my uncle and so there couldn't have been anything between us... His lessons were so interesting and charming! We used to listen to and sing English songs together, watched comedy and romantic movies. One day I asked him persistently to watch Sex and the City (my favourite soap opera!) He couldn't decline the request of his niece, though he felt embarrassed. I teased him a bit :) But after he had watched the whole season 1, he said now it's his favourite soap opera too, can you believe it? :) We discussed different spicy expressions from that movie. Happily, my mom was far away during our classes and didn't hear what things we were talking about. (Even if she had heard it, she wouldn't have understood them because she doesn't speak English; she was taught German at school.) He wasn't even a pro teacher, but he knew English perfectly. He had never been to America or something though. At the very beginning of his career path he was a lawyer, and I believe that he might have become a brilliant attorney or something, but good jobs are distributed so unfairly here, especially in legal profession. I myself dreamed to become a lawyer. I wanted to protect innocent people in court and help the weak to protect their legal rights. He used to tell me different stories from his life, and gave me some food for mind. I came to the conclusion that gaining a legal profession in my country is a bad idea. I so I decided to go to study at pedagogical institute :) Now I work as an elementary school teacher, and I feel happy about it.