Feeling moved now
I woke up today with a distinct thought: "Oh, God, how I miss our English classes at school! Why in the world I didn't perform my homeworks with all diligence? I would be glad to make amends for it now".
Sometimes I imagine how gorgeous it would be to attend English lessons with my ex-classmates. I recall our "home readings" and quizes and tests and different discussions on any topic.
I'm taking the books out of the bookcase, I'm considering it. I'm passing my hands over familiar coverings and opening one of the books on a random page. My heart is aching, but anyway I'm very grateful to Ludmila Alexsandrovna - our teacher of English - for such unforgettable lessons that we had.
Sometimes I imagine how gorgeous it would be to attend English lessons with my ex-classmates. I recall our "home readings" and quizes and tests and different discussions on any topic.
I'm taking the books out of the bookcase, I'm considering it. I'm passing my hands over familiar coverings and opening one of the books on a random page. My heart is aching, but anyway I'm very grateful to Ludmila Alexsandrovna - our teacher of English - for such unforgettable lessons that we had.