Story #3

 Third story.

Did you believe it when your parents told you, that all animals around us talk to your parents and discuss what you do while your parents aren't at home? I believed. Every year, a family of crows would to a nest in the tree opposite our house, just below our windows. It started in the spring, continued in the summer and ended in the fall. At that time we spent most of our time at home and this fact strengthened belief that crows were talking to our parents. But my skills now show me that we made so many mistakes, that it was very difficult not to guess what we had broken or messed up.

As in most Khrushchev-era apartments, we had a "refrigerator" in the window in the kitchen. Just a metal box without one side on the window side. We hardly used it as a "refrigerator" in the summer, but it was the excellent freezer in the winter. Across was a nine-story building similar to ours. Its shadow on the  "refrigerator" helped us determine the time and decide whether to play or do our chores. I liked washing the floor because wet parquet smells very good.

Have you tried to hammering a screw into a reinforced concrete wall? I tried, because I didn't know about hammer drills. I was little. Why would I need to hammer a screw?, I don't know, I just did it.

Story #2

 Second story.

That I said early - I wanted to become a veterinarian. But I think that this wish was imposed upon me. A little later I wanted to become a pediatrician, I think it was a result of my interest in one girl, her mother was a doctor. But, this moment is also interesting, because I didn't pay attention to her until my sister said something like: "she is pretty, you should marry her".

Sometimes I feel like I wasn't kind to our dogs, because I used walk  time for myself, and would kick dog. This is one of the reason why I decided to get a dog in my adult life, as atonement for my sins.

Rabinovich liked to sleep on the fridge, that was his place. He loved to purr while lying on lap. Sometimes he would suck the skin on arm like he was sucking his mother's breast. Sometimes he was shitting behind kitchen stove. The distance from the wall to stove was 10-15 cm, so cleaning up after him was quite difficult. But one day he didn't wake up.

So, they left us one by one. Unfortunately, I can't remember anything  else interesting about dogs and cat.

But I remeber one funny happening. As I said, we lived on the 7th floor, and one of our favorite activities was playing with toys on the windowsill, such as car or animals ... and one day me or my sisters dropped a toy and I went down. While I was looking for a toy, I found an anthill. It was like in a film - a big hill and ants. There were a lot of little red ants around me and they were climbing all over me. After this I don't like lying on the ground/grass.

Story #1

 This is my English homework.

I will try to write some stories on English. These stories could be truth or imagine.

First story.

When I was born, I want to become a veterinarian. I didn't know why, but it is was a big wish. When I was small our family has dog. Unfortunaly I don't remeber anything about him, I only have some photos with him. After his death a puppy appear under our door, not right away, but soon... It was a girl, she was a little smaller than average dog. She had a white medium length wool. So there was wool everywhere. We called her Berta.

A little later, a family friend moved to the USA and left his dog (Rafael) with us, because he couldn't take his dog with him. I don't remember exactly when, but at that moment a kitten comes to our home. He stayed with us and we called him Rabinovich. We lived as big family in a small appartment (only one room). 

I remember that I was hiding from Berta in summer vacation under blanket, because I want to read book (Robinson Kruzo), but if Berta noticed that I don't sleep, she started run and asks to go outside. So, I hid under the blanket and read a book. At that time I often dreamed about a similar situation in my life, what would I do if I found myself alone on a lost island. In general, I often dreamed different things and it was fun.

But I left my theme...

I can't remeber when I started walking with dogs, but it was in childhood, maybe in second school grade. We lived in seventh floor of nine-floor-build. And because I was very young and had little weight I climbed up to the seventh floor by stairs twice a day. I knew almost all the neighbors on each floor, there were 28 apartments in total, each with its own story. Unfortunately, I remember little now.

Sometimes, I have a dream where I'm climbing up this stair and it collapsed, but I still carefully continue on my way... In the end, on 9th floor I understand that the stairs are destroyed and my dream breaks off ...