Continuation of the Chapter II

‘You don’t still put on your slippers!’ Have you put on your slippers yet? said mother sighing. ‘But I put on the warm socks’ said Seraphim in an offended tone. ‘Let it be’ said mother seeing nothing, of course. Mother took his hand gently to go (away). Seraphim looked at his new friend and added in a whisper ‘My name is Seraphim’. ‘My name is Dzhep-rif-rink’ came the shrill echo.

Chapter II

An Orange Socks.
The rays of the Sun woke a little Seraphim. He looked at how they were playing on the wall a bit and yawning to begin to get got up. Pleasant smell of fried eggs spread through the house. And this morning Seraphim decided not to put on get dressed (to put on what? alway say what he/she put on) and ran in his pajamas to the kitchen. 'Good morning mom!' cried Seraphim. Mother kissed his hair that looked like the hair of a little lion. 'Why don't you put on your slippers?' asked mother. 'Let me think' said Seraphim sniffing. 'Where can (or could) I hide them?' he said to himself. He liked hiding his favourite things, but then he often forgot where this these secret places were. And he didn't say a word and to walked slowly to his room.
No sooner had he entered the room then he remembered that he put the slippers on the window sill in order to they could for them to look out off the window and wouldn't miss him in the morning. But there were no the slippers. Instead of them ones there were some beautiful fluffy orange socks that looked like valenki without soles. Seraphim grabbed them and ran to the kitchen. He took a step and heard that somebody sneezed behind him. He turned, but no one was in his room. Seraphim only felt light tickling and soft breeze around his body. In a second Dzhep-rif-rink appeared in front of him.
'How do you get it?' asked Seraphim rather bravely. He wasn't afraid, because he had already seen such dwarfs in books and cartoons many times. And he thought if he read and saw them, sooner or later he would certainly.meet them certainly. 'When I'm touching you I become like you' said Dzhep-rif-rink in a funny tone. 'What is your real height?' wondered Seraphim. 'I'm tiny. I need to touch my mom or dad and I will be myself' answered Dzhep-rif-rink. 'How interesting' said Seraphim smiling. He was a (the) kind and sociable boy. And he was always glad to meet with new friends. At last he noticed his slippers on Dzhep-rif-rink. 'Does it mean your socks?' Seraphim asked in a sad tone. 'Yes. I'm sorry, I take your thing without permission. I suggest that I like your slippers you like my socks. I dream to have many different sleaippers. But I have no!'said Dzhep-rif-rink in a melancholy tone. 'I want to change my toys every day!' said Seraphim dreamily.'Seraphim!' called his mother. 'When can we meet again?' wanted to know Seraphim. 'I live in violets' answered Dzhep-rif-rink.'Do you live in violets what that are there is on my window sill? But why can't coudn't  I see you before?'cried Seraphim amusedly. Dzhep-rif-rink had no time to answer,because Seraphim's mother came into his room.

Fairy tale.

Fairy tale
Bum-ba-ram-ki
CHAPTER I
Who are Bum-ba-ram-ki? Adults think (they would rather not think about them at all), that Bum-ba-ram-ki don’t exist. But Bum-ba-ram-ki live in our world. Bum-ba-ram-ki and adults just don’t see each other. Bum-ba-ram-ki can only see children. And by the way they think, that our world is made up of children. Bum-ba-ram-ki are very funny and curious. They get on with children. Their languages are similar and it facilitates communication. Bum-ba-ram-ki live in flowers. They like chocolate and biscuits. And children share sweet with pleasure, because Bum-ba-ram-ki show magic tricks.
One nice spring morning began the friendship began between of Bum-ba-ram-ki, who is called Dzhep-rif-rink and a little boy, whose name is Seraphim.

10000 steps

1000 steps are less than kilometer. Not so much. Your shop-around-the-corner is possibly much further. And it takes only ten or fifteen minutes to reach the shop. Then why does an average person do much less steps than 10000 for 1440 minutes of the day? I mean with all his work, ways to work and to back home, meetings with friends he has. His average day’s daily activity usually doesn’t exceed 5000 steps (2-3 campaigns ? to the shop-around-the-corner and back). I also have these 5000 steps when it’s too cold or enormously hot outdoors (that’s almost several months of an year in Moscow). But when the wheather is more or less good I take my pedometer, pleer and go to the nearest park, or just to the center of the city. And I walk and listen to my pleer walkman (usually audiobooks than music). It gives me enough activity (much more than recommended 10000 steps) and I manage to listen several chapters of an audiobook. Last time I combined walking and developing my English listening skill by listening VOA radio broadcasts. It helps a lot. I used to do gymnastics, exercises to accumulate a normal activity, but my weak willpower doesn’t agree to do something for a long time that it doesn’t want to do. It likes tennis and bicycle and I’m allowed to play tennis as long as I want. But I haven’t found something more appropriate for my daily routine than simple walking around the park after a cup of morning tea.