Решила с вами поделиться. Делаю домашнее по англ. аудирование.
Меня очаровывают эти рассказы, фразы, предложения.
Если бы вы могли послушать..девушки , уверяю вас, вы бы были в восторге от его голоса :)
надеюсь вы это прочтете и вам понравится.. наверное девушкам будет ближе :)
True Love stories , written and read by Robert Fulgim.
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This is the the shortest story from a little girl that about 4 years, who stands by staring at me, sucking her thumb and holding a yellow blanket in her hands.
-Do u love ur blanket?
-Yes!
-Does ur blanket love u?
-No! Of course not.
The child is not confused about love. She knows already , it's mostly thing between people.
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In fact i was surprised by how wise most people are about love.
These sentences are taken from lеtters and conversations.
♥ Love is what u've been through with someone.
♥ The reasons u fall into love are often the same reasons u fall out.
♥ You can't get the exact love u want.
♥ Only the love someone else can give u.
♥ Every love story is unique.
♥ Many of the stories began in an ordinary way and ended with a surprise!
I believe them!
It's always true for somebody, somewhere, sometime.
Love is a little taste of always, and a big bit of nothing!
The love we really live is all the love we really have.
And the love we really have is the love that is true.
True love story.
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"Dear Billy if u don't say u love me and walk to the bus stop with me i will kill myself and bit u up.I love u and want to marry u! Soon. Sussy."
The little girl was 8 at that time.
Now girl is 24 years old.
The day before that same S. married that same B.
"I - Sussy - Promise u B. never to kill myself or bit u up!"
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" I go to market every sutterday morning. For several years i've bought flowers from a youngish woman (she was a refugee). From one thing she has the most beautiful and freshest flowers and for another - she is a fresh and beautiful flower by herself. I don't know her name nor she mine. We don't even speak the same language. And to her i must be just another customer. But she is spring to me. She is summer with roses and sunflowers...
Then it's over.. In winter i missed her..
I always try to breathe and slowly touch her hand. I always insist to give her some change. She always insists to give me some extra-flowers.
Once i try to buy all her flowers! But she just shook her head "No.". I don't know why.
May be she was too in love with someone , and once to be there to sell him flowers when he comes.
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