Report about the lithium wounds. Tvir on the theme "Early ranok
Lіtnіy ranok just charming. Yak normally sposter for the team, as it is now one warm summer day. start early. The first sleepy exchanges often travel across the sleepy land. With the appearance of a fog, a rychka will start to cover the lowland. The licorice aroma of honeycomb and other herbs spread. Try more and more aromas.
The dream grows up, perceiving the whole world with its lights. Nіzhnі sleepyheads fell on the sleepy grass, and they covered them with millions of people. The race on grass is not good enough. With the skin quilting їїє become less and less.
It’s early in the war, it’s still quiet, to build, but the earth has buried them in the sanctuary and sacred. The axis can already feel the more cheerful chirping of birds, the nightingale is flooding here. The birds are happy to celebrate a new day. Rankova Tisha is starting to know. Everything will be like new sounds. It is growing warmer, even from the very wound it becomes clear: the day will be spectacular.
The dream podnyalosya vische, blowing a reasonable light vіterets. Trees rustled, cars roared, people started walking on the street. The earth rolled over. Everything about it began to rustle, began to trickle, and almost collapsed. It’s not a good idea for a new summer day, for a surprise and a gift.
Have a meal for food mini tvir on the topic of wounds in the world. 5-6 suggestions of tasks by the author Varvara Dolnikova krashchaya vidpovid tse 1. Morning in my city to repair myself because I can smell the sound of cars and the voices of people. I bach a yaskraviy svitanok and the sun raises high and high in the sky. Misto for a fair ride and all lively start their day. The axis is already repairing the chirps of the gorobtsi and soon it’s a wonderful hour to finish it, and it’s an important day of work. My mother makes me eat delicious kava and I go every day with new strength. Maybe I'm just going for a walk or I'm going to school. It's a good day to fix it in a smart way! I vvazhayu, it is the most beautiful and beautiful time of the day! 2. Morning in the Misti. Vrantsi mi all go to school. Go out from there with the help of the development of the new wounds. A lot of people go to the robot, but they sleep peacefully. A car passed by. Everybody keep up. We are not a bachimo sun, how to go, awakening of nature and all living things. Then we’re smart and missed an hour more beautifully.
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The wound in my city is to be repaired because I can smell the sound of cars and the voices of people. I bach a yaskraviy svitanok and the sun raises high and high in the sky. Misto for a fair ride and all lively start their day. The axis is already fixing the twitter gorobtsi and soon tse Preka
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1. In the morning in my city, to fix myself for the fact that I can smell the sound of cars and the voices of people. I bach a yaskraviy svitanok and the sun raises high and high in the sky. Misto for a fair ride and all lively start their day. The axis is already fixing the twitter gorobtsi and soon tse in
Early vrance
1. "Zupinisya, mity, you are beautiful!"
2. Wounds to be repaired for a svitanka:
A) hello, son;
B) lіtnіy wounds;
B) at the same time with nature.
3. Garny mood - constipation to success.
High life will be clear, yak tse ranok!
V. Lugovskiy Singing, it's not enough for us to love to get up early. We love to go down to the next level, marvel at the TV show. Every now and then, go fast, not awake. We don’t need to wait for an hour, when we are alone. We don’t have a beastly respect for those divine and radiant things that nature gives us. I forget about those who don't like it, it won't happen again. And if we are going to support it, then everything will be the same, even everything in nature is unique. Inodi buvayut such moments, if you want to viguknuti: "Zupinis, mity, you are beautiful!"
Such words want to say todi, if you are pleased with the meeting. Obviously, the inhabitants of the places are happy to see the svitanoks - the lofty booths zakryvayut the horizon. Only after the place you can get together. If you find yourself behind a place, do not miss this opportunity - garnishing mood will be guaranteed to you for a whole day. In the light of nature, everything is awakened in the midst of nature and in the midst of the sun. Stop the stars to fade out quietly in the dedicated sky. Bachachi, as the golden exchange is due to the order, we might want to laugh and laugh: “Hello, sweetheart! Hello, light! Sholem to be a great inspiration! "
Especially nice to sposter svitanok. It’s early in the day to be cleaner and clearer. Inodi you can paint a light golden fog. The edge of the sky, atrocities on the skid, start to give birth. The silhouetted trees appear on the bright light sky, and the fog is blowing out from the windows. The axis appeared to be a little sonechka, and everything was crooked around, covered with thousands of pink-colored flowers shimmering. Sonechko got bogged down, Nemov got lost here, and with a rappelling to the expanse with a golden wheel in his own interchanges. At the same time, with a sleepy light, start to revive nature. Quietly warm weather. Birds are thrown. N. Mov has a subtly subtle response: “Cold rankovo is cold, ice is on the edge of the forest”.
If you go to summer cottages, or if you live in nature, you can jump to the river and rush into the water from the start. Ale respectfully marvel at about. Wee brutalized respect, how are the creepy dots of dew srіblastі? The stench hung on the leaves, quits, grass stalks. Tse promises and sings I. Nikitin:
Crumbs are visible dew stitch.
Kusch scratch with your shoulder, - to denounce you with a rapt
On the leaves of the breeze, the dew of the srіblasta.
The dew is cold, I want the rankovo sonechko to ignite in the dots of the vogniki. The water has not yet risen to the cold, cold clean water, as it charges badly and joyfully. Ale, holding out a few khviliin, will be remembered with cheerful bird's voices.
And all skid burn-kindle.
Little birds chekayut, birds sleep,
I should be worth it, laugh.
Have fun and wee! Let your skin wounds be kind and sleepy, and not to leave you for a whole day. Vvazhayut, so have time to come before it is quiet, hto get up early. People's wisdom say: "Whoever gets up early, God gives him." It will be necessary to remember and those, that the day will be successful today, if you will have early garnishing mood.
The picture of the rank-and-file literal nature of the viglyad is enchanting and appealing to the human eye. Sonce, come on everything hangs around with its caressing and warm walks.
Grass, bushes - everything is covered with a glimpse of dew. Inodi over the usim hangs light and a veil of fog. Svіzha to the end of the cold weather will come across the dark pores of the rank wind. The sky is not yet with its zychnoy blakittyu, but the hour is covered with small, biliy marks, which will rise immediately, as the sun comes out. There is still no sound of sound all the chorus of bird voices, but it’s just a chorus of early pigeons. Silence is everywhere, sound is practically silent.
Ale raptom because of the line of the horizon there are the best sleepy promenades, and through the lingering of sickness it is great to go to the sky, and nature is now alive: at once you can feel a couple of birds, make the wind, wake up the dark sky. The picture of the rank nature is acceptable to be-like people and to beckon them to look at their writing.
Kilka of tsikavikh creations
- Tvir Mtsiri yak romantic poema
Until the end of the day, M. Yu. Lermontov's genial tvir "Mtsiri" was flooded and bursting with umi chitachiv. The voluptuous hero is hostile to his bazhannyam of life to life, to love, to have mercy, ale to see.
- Tvir Scho also muzhnist mirkuvannya 9 class OGE 15.3
In the life of the skin, we have to stick to unacceptable, unsuitable and folding situations. Itself in them is manifested the fair character of the people, the quality of their soul, vitality, manhood and style.
- Tvir for notifications of the Telegram of Paustovsky
On the very cob, as only I knew about the work of Kostyantin Paustovsky "Telegram", I started thinking about it in a new way. If you wonder at the rik writing, then you can let it go, if the theme will be destroyed
Yak is beautifully osenniy wounds! The sun, having thrown over, nurture its prominya with gold leaves. Nature is filled with all the barmy autumn.
The axis of the grain is crimson, soot is a tingle of the groove. Yaskravі berries in zhovto-chervonіy leaves, as vogniki. We will be able to profit from the blackbirds in the winter it gets colder. Merry gorobtsi voices color, radio will stay warm, autumn days. Those streaming from head to head, then ganyayut small staggers around the yard. вітер підхоплює chew the leaves from the alei and circling, yak nibi are curious. The trees are whispering quietly. Oh, riznokolorovy three leaves, I want to dance with grailivy wind. Beshketnik grew stronger and got better from birch leaves. They flew, circling in the dance, the ballerinas.
It is important to float across the sky, not capacious. An hour from an hour the smell of an ossynne sun is behind me. A lot of total and dejected. Sіrі booths are built with a frown. Ale varto show his prominchka to Sonya because of the chill, as the color comes to life. First, the artist took a penzel and a farbi from his hand and roughed everything up!
A raid of parts of the wind. The Khmari beat the shvidshe and the sun could not be seen. The sky darkened low. The first drops of the board were scattered. The axle has already been drummed by the stench on the driveway, everything is shvid and shvid. Tse primhlivaya reddish autumn burst into tears, destructive slozinki. Chi doesn't want to sacrifice in winter. The birds quieted down, and the cat shook off to the bench. There were not many kalyuzhi, without the need to spread kil on the surface. They cross over with wide parasol caps. Vulitsya got a spontaneous basic mood.
Ale the axis, the edge of the wary gloom, breaking through the fearful sleepy-groove and looking into the room. Through the wet slope you can see the silhouette of the autumn landscape. The horizon has become rosy-blue with the dark beaches of the gray-haired khmar. Dosch step by step fell silent. Now the little dots are glistening with amber, hanging from the glocks. Wet leaves lit up more brightly in the rank light. Orange, red, golden, brown, red and green shati of the Nem trees glimmered behind the window. Yaka is beautiful!
Do not wait for the autumn buvay with a frown. Skіlki yaskravikh farbs gave us the present wounds. Autumn - the whole aroma of styglich apples, chrysanthemum chrysanthemums and vologous leaves. Tilka vosseni khmari sink so low, and build up, so it is possible by the way with your hand. Nature nadyagaє svіy ravorozchiy outfit. Burshtin and rubin will be rocked around. The earth is twisted into a golden kilim, getting ready for winter sleep. Beautiful paintings and paintings unfold in the spring. Be an artist to postpone such a palette of fars, like at the autumn. Bagato sings nadikhayutsya tsієyu sometimes miraculous fate. I navіnnіy rank boards in its own way beautiful.