Íàçâàíèå: The Key in the Heart Îòâåòèë: Cutty Sark îò: 13.03.2014, 02:07:16 Âîò òàêîå âîò íàïèñàëîñü î÷åíü íåîæèäàííî. Åñëè ÷åñòíî, òî îíî ìíå ïðèñíèëîñü, è ïîòîì ïîëãîäà ìó÷èëî.
Èëè îíî ìåíÿ, èëè ÿ - åãî:) ß îñîçíàþ, ÷òî ìàëî êòî ñìîæåò ïîíÿòü, î ÷åì ýòî, íî åñëè êòî-òî ïîéìåò, òî ÿ áûëà áû î÷åíü ïðèçíàòåëüíà.  äâóõ ñëîâàõ - äåòñêàÿ ñêàçêà:) There once was a boy The size of your toe. He was nice as could be, But he couldn’t grow. The years just passed And his friends all grew tall. But the boy stayed the same; He could not grow at all. Wherever he went No one noticed or cared, Since nobody saw him Or knew he was there. He worried and fretted. His plight seemed quite tragic. Then one day he realized, “Of course! I need magic!” He set off to find some. He searched high and low, Through valleys of green grass And mountains of snow. He crossed the Atlantic With one sole ambition— To seek out a Wizard Or some great Magician. His quest finally led To the top of a hill To a famous Magician Called Somerset Mill “Mulberry, cranberry, Gooseberry-bell,” Mill murmured and whispered A fanciful spell. He emptied his cauldron Of shimmering bubbles And picked up a key: “Here’s the Key to your troubles!” A key? Just a key? How could it be so? Would this little key Really help the boy grow? But Mill simply vanished, Not saying a word. The boy couldn’t quite Understand what he’d heard. Confused and unhappy The boy looked around. Now where should he go? Oh! What was that sound? Something was knocking From under the tree. “Help! Help! I am trapped here! Please, someone save me!” Who was this calling? A scared little mole, Crying, “Rescue me! Save me! I’m stuck in this hole!” “What shall I do?” Thought the boy. “Let me see… All that I need Is a magical key.” Crickety, crackety Screeched the key. The door swung open, The mole was free! So that was the answer? The magical key? But the boy was no taller… It was not meant to be… He trudged on through the woods Barely glancing around. Now, what was this cabin? And what was that sound? Someone was crying “Help! Please set me free! A witch locked me in here. Can you rescue me?” Who was this crying, Locked up by a crone? A little black polecat Afraid and alone. “What shall I do?” Thought the boy. “Let me see… All that I need Is a magical key.” Crickety, crackety Screeched the key. The door swung open, The polecat was free! Maybe it worked now? The magical key? But the boy was no taller… It was not meant to be… His spirits sank lower No hope to inspire… But what was that sound? And what was that fire? Someone was screaming, “Help! Please set me free! My house is on fire! Can you rescue me?” Who was this screaming, Her voice rising higher? A little white kitty, Trapped by the fire. “What shall I do?” Thought the boy. “Let me see… All that I need is… But where is the key?? It’s not in my pocket. It’s just disappeared! Maybe lost in the forest…” Or that’s what he feared. “Crickety, crackety,” He said as before, And now, magic or not, He just kicked in the door. Smoke swirled all around. He could not see inside. “Come to me, little kitty! I’ll help you—don’t hide!” The cat was so frightened She shook like a leaf. The boy took her outside And they sighed with relief. For now they were safe. But the best thing of all— The boy suddenly realized That he had grown tall! And so he went home, Where under a tree Stood Somerset Mill With the magical Key. He smiled and he whispered, (he really was smart): “The boy had the Key, The Key in his heart” Íàçâàíèå: Re: The Key in the Heart Îòâåòèë: Kriss îò: 13.03.2014, 02:17:29 From my point of view it's a wonderfull tale! Âäâîéíå çäîðîâî - è ñêàçêà è òî, ÷òî åù¸ èíãëèø ïîìíþ)))) Ïîëó÷èë èíäæîé))))
Íàçâàíèå: Re: The Key in the Heart Îòâåòèë: Cutty Sark îò: 13.03.2014, 02:25:33 öèòàòà èç: Kriss îò: 13.03.2014, 02:17:29 From my point of view it's a wonderfull tale! Âäâîéíå çäîðîâî - è ñêàçêà è òî, ÷òî åù¸ èíãëèø ïîìíþ)))) Ïîëó÷èë èíäæîé)))) Kriss, ñïàñèáî áîëüøîå. ×òî ïðî÷èòàëè è ÷òî - èíäæîé:)
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