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Hello! My name is Roman I'm from the culture capital of Russia Saint-Petersburg, I'm an 3D artist in a computer games industry. I want to improve my language skills to speak in English easily. I'm looking for somebody who wants to learn Russian and could help me with English or just wants to find new friends :D
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    Ghost in a hotel

    "" Hello! I need to complete a story about a journalist. His name was Stephen Bleach. He arrived to an old hotel to spend one night in a room that has a priest ghost. He already checked in and went to sleep. My story starts from middle of the night. So this is my version of what happened that night.""

     

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    Suddenly a loud whisper appeared in the room! The journalist abruptly woke up and sat on the sofa. He thought that it was the movie but the TV was turned off.
    He noticed that there was a strange light in the room. It felt like the light had a terrible smack and was liquid. Stephen's lungs started drowning by this light and it frightened him very much.
    He jumped to a window to try to open it but the whisper became louder it made him frozen on the spot. Stephen took a look through the window and understood who was the owner of the whisper. It were a lot of people that were standing on the ground. They all looked at the journalist and were whispering. Their eyes scared Stephen so much because they were glowing in the dark with light that was the same light in the room.
    The journalist saw him suddenly. It was really tall person that was dressed in a long tattered black robe and his hands held an old and big book. It was the priest. It was the ghost. Ghost was among a lot of whispering people and his look was so horrible that Stephen’s heart stopped for a moment.
    Mr. Bleach had started screaming. He ran through his room to the door and began hitting it with his fists but the door was locked. He cried to let him go away but his cries drowned in the whisper and light. Stephen quickly looked back and saw a spooky face behind the window. The priest’s bald head had two big holes instead eyes but they could see because they watched for the frightened journalist, he felt how the horrible creature looked into his soul.
    “Are you my new worshipper?” - Asked the ghost.
    At last he went off into a faint.
    In the next morning he woke up on the sofa. Sunlight was shining through the windows. TV was turned on.
    The journalist got relaxed. It was just a dream. He took a look at his hands and suddenly ran away from the hotel. His hands bled…
    Sara Daniels saw how the guest ran away. His hair color became white after that night.
    Stephen Bleach never came back.

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    У моего дома растет много магнолии

    У моего дома растет много магнолии. Магнолия - символ Шанхая.
    В первый раз, когда я прошла мимо нее, я подумала: "Как красиво! Я должна сфотографировать ее. "
    В воторой раз, когда я прошела мимо нее, я подумала снова: "Как красиво! Я должна сфотографировать ее. "
    В третий раз, когда я проходила мимо нее, то увидела, что она завяла. Мне оставалось только горевать сердецем. Это так же, как счастье в нашей жизни. Когда счастье вокруг нас, мы принимаем его как должное, когда счастье уходит, мы спрашиваем себя: "Почему я не лелела его раньше?" Не так ли?

     
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    Ghost in a hotel "" Hello! I need to complete a story about a journalist. His name was Stephen Bleach. He arrived to an old hotel to spend one night in a room that has a priest ghost. He already checked in and went to sleep. My story starts from middle of the night. So this is my version of what happened that night."" Suddenly a loud whisper appeared in the room! The journalist abruptly woke up and sat on the sofa. He thought that it was the movie but the TV was turned off. He noticed that there was a strange light in the room. It felt like the light had a terrible smack and was liquid. Stephen's lungs started drowning with this light and it made him scared very much. He jumped to a window to try to open it but the whisper became louder it made him frozen on the spot. Stephen took a look through the window and understood who was the owner of the whisper. It were a lot of people that were standing on the ground. They all looked at the journalist and were whispering. Their eyes scared Stephen so much because they were glowing in the dark with light that was the same light in the room. Suddenly the journalist saw him. It was really tall person. He was dressed in a long black robe and his hands held an old and big book. It was the priest. It was the ghost. Ghost’s look was so horrible that Stephens heart stopped for a moment. Mr. Bleach had started screaming. He ran to the room’s door and began hitting it with his fists but the door was closed. He cried to let him go away but his cries drowned in the whisper. At last he went off into a faint. In the next morning he woke up on the sofa. Sunlight was shining through the windows. TV was turned on. The journalist got relaxed it was just a dream. He took a look at his hands and suddenly ran away from the hotel. His hands bled. Sara Daniels saw how the guest ran away and never came back. His hair color became white after that night.
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    Try to pronounce it, my friends :) Те, кто водят хороводы — хороводоводы. Те, кто изучают творчество хороводоводов — хороводоводоведы. Те, кто любят читать хороводоводоведов — хороводоводоведофилы. Те, кто ненавидят хороводоводоведофилов — хороводоводоведофилофобы. Те, кто поедает хороводоводоведофилофобов — хороводоводоведофилофобофаги. Те, кто ведет борьбу с хороводоводоведофилофобофагами — антихороводоводоведофилофобофаги. Те, кто выдает себя за антихороводоводоведофилофобофагов — квазиантихороводоводоведофилофобофаги!
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  • Answered
    Он обернулся что-бы посмотреть на открывающуюся дверь.
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    большая проблема

    Ало! Полиция!

    У меня большая проблема - мою машину украли и я видела человека, который украл машину.

    Особые приметы: Он высокого роста, около 183 сантиметров. Он стройный и сильный на вид мужчина. У него длинные ноги и овальное, худое лицо. (странно приводить описание ног и лица в одном предложении) На его лице три длинных шрама. У него очень маленькие и темные глаза, большой и кривой нос и короткие русые волосы. Когда он открыл рот, я увидела желтые зубы.

    Он был в кожаном пиджаке. Я могла видеть его руки, на которых есть татуировка. Это была татуировка в виде большего льва.

    Я думаю, что ему 25 лет. Мне кажется, он опасный.

     

    (По смыслу: есть просто приметы, такие как рост, телосложение и тому подобное и особые приметы такие как шрамы и татуировки. А так же лучше сначало говорить о целом образе (рост вес, одежда), а потом уже переходить к деталям, например описанию головы с волосами и черт лица)


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    Спасибо друзья) К сожаленю, в рабочие дни, я не могу много разговорить. Обычно, я могу разговаривать только в выходные дни. In other words, if you have messaged me or skyped me, and I haven't replied to you, I will as soon as possible (asap)! Thanks :D.

     
     
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    March 5, 2015
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    Надо избавиться шоколада

    Хотя я занимаюсь спортом три раза в неделю, у меня несколько лишних килограммов. Хотелось бы похудеть, чтобы фигура была как у холливудских актрис.

    У меня есть план – я не буду покупать шоколад. Это легко, но сначала надо съесть запасы шоколада, которые у меня дома...

    Вчера вечером я посмотрела в свои тайники, чтобы уточнить сколько там спрятанных плиток. Я обнаружила их пять. Чтобы быстрее избавиться от сладкого, я включила телевизор и не спеша, съела одну, две, три, четыре дольки... Я удивилась, когда в упаковке не осталось ничего.

    Я стала довольной – ведь дома остались только четыре плитки шоколада.

     
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