[Софья]

Вот написалось...кто сможет найти ошибки, приветствую!!! По контексту тоже)))


He was walking along the road… he was tired… but he was keeping his way. It was autumn. North cutting violent wind was blowing… He was playing with his long silver hair, and biting his face, but the man was keeping his way. The sky was covered with heavy thunderclouds. He was splashed with mud… but he didn’t pay attention to it. He was thinking… about his life. He had millions of lifes in his hands; he had power, love happiness. And now he had nothing. All his life was just a game of time. Time…time is a substance, which is measure off our life and approaching our death. In one moment it seems to you that you have a lot of it, and in the next moment understand that you haven’t it at all. Irony of fate, that was paining lots of generations, to understand the sense of life. Some want to stop the time, and other to hurry up it. We measure it by sand, by numbers, by lifes, but the river of life flows as she wants. And everything we have is a little piece of it, and a chance, chance to build a ship of our life, to fling it to a stormy stream. But it is all to you, what will your off-springs see up to the flow. Will it just a little float. Which will disappear in the deep, or it will be a big ship of honor and victory.
A drizzling flash of lightning lighted up the sky and it started pouring with rain. And in the same time he came to the tree, to a bi huge oak, which was dying. It was as huge and honor as he was. He sat down near it, and started staring at it. He had a great life… Life is a wonderful thing. Even if don’t see anything or don’t want to see, you have to know that it already has the beginning. The world was made from chaos, and it was the beginning of it. We can’t forget about it. Because if we loose our memory, we’ll loose our history. And if you want to know something, you have to go to the cradle of it. Because only at the beginning the truth was hidden…the truth of future tests, mistakes, victories, disappointments and triumphs… Because our life was made from them.
And he came to the beginning of his life. He was born under this tree… This huge and now brown oak heard his first scream, saw his first move. He came there after his first victory and now he came there to understand… to understand everything. He sat down It started snowing. The tree became white. And some leaves, which were still on it, became frozen. The snowfalls were sewing in the air, playing and chattering with each other and with this strange man under the oak. The winds were singing songs and icicles were sparkling in the shine of the stars, which were looking at the man…they knew the answers, but couldn’t say them to him. They were just watching at him with sadness.
And soon winter went away, the sun raised and the snow started melting and when it was burned away… the last leaf felt down… And when it came off the tree…the man under it died…he was dead when it was flying to the ground, playing with air and rustling. But when the leaf reached the ground… the man came to life.
What makes you live further, even when it seems to you that the world falling to pieces? What do you need to go to your lifelong aim… when you are falling down and rising again? FAITH. We’re faith, that one day everything will be different, everything will be another. Problems will go away, and your enemies will fall into oblivion, transforming into scraps of nostalgic remembrances about the times of long wars for happiness. And only week people will stay on the ground as a remembrance…what will be with you, if you loose your hope and faith in yourself.
But he wasn’t week… He has founded the answers. He smiled to the sun, he was glad to hear the twittering of the birds. The nature was awakening from her long winter sleep. The trees filled with new life and the earth warmed by the rays of the sun. Everything became alive. And the man became alive too. He was born in the second time. It was the first spring in his new life and he new that in his new life everything will be okay…He smiled to himself … took a deep breath of fresh air, and went further along the road to his new another, but happy life.

[Бристолл- Энн]

Уважаю! Никогда сочинение на английском в литературно и граматическо правильном изложении до конца выписать не могла, постоянно на русскую логику и построение сбивалась, а у тебя получается!

[reiten]

По смыслу - прикольно. Мне понравилось.

На счет ошибок, вот краткий список багов, которые я заметил.

1. "North cutting violent wind was blowing" - хотя бы northern вместо north. И вообще, я бы одно из прилагательных убрал.
2. Ветер неодушевленный, потому для него используется местоимение it.
3. "He had millions of lifes in his hands; he had power, love happiness. And now he had nothing."
Проблемы с согласованием времен - или во втором предложении делать настоящее время, или же первую часть перводить в past perfect
4. "Some want to stop the time, and other to hurry up it."
надо не up it, а it up.
5. "but the river of life flows as she wants" тоже, что и в пункте 2.
6. He sat down near it, and started staring at it.
"начал пристально смотреть"? ИМХО надо просто stared, а не started staring
7. "Because only at the beginning the truth was hidden…" опять проблема со временем. the truth is hidden (если только ее не уже не нашли и не перепрятали)
8. слабый пишется weak, а не week
9." He has founded the answers." ed лишнее - надо found.
10. "The nature was awakening from her long winter sleep." опять то же, что и в п. 2 и п.5: надо не her, а its.

Уверен, англоговорящие форумчане могут добавить еще пару пунктов.

[Бристолл- Энн]

Гммм... Ты только Словарь приложи, а? Для пущего понимания, чтоб поглубже и полегше вникнуть...
Ато я - склеротик и даже те слова инглиша что знаю часто забываю. А по словарю тыриться некогда. на домашние работы заловят

[agrael]

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[Софья]

[reiten]

Я не спорю. Формально с точки зрения грамматики это корректно.

[Софья]

Практика Усной и Письменной Речи( 1й курс)

[Софья]

А вообще я этот проэкт уже защитила))) Просто сейчас все набираю, мало ли чего пропустила)))

[Софья]

[reiten]

[mikki33]

У меня язык совсем не классический оксфордовский, но 3 года я жил в Калифорнии и English по-прежнему остается основным языком на работе. Может это только впечатление, но бросается в глаза, что для автора английский - не родной язык. Главным образом логика и построение фраз, специфический словарный запас и чрезмерно повторяющееся "that" "because". Чрезмерно также употребление past continuous.

[Софья]

sparkling- относится к звездам и камням. Я все классификацию не помню, но там к молнии только одно, там вообще штук 10 светить, к разным явлениям.

Остально прийму к сведению

[mikki33]

Кстати, Софья, по роду своей деятельности я каждый месяц партнерам отсылаю письмо. Если будет интересно, я могу выложить кусочек...