Devil in the Words. Книга для практики английского языка

And without even putting your hand out ofВ the window, you could understand that it was warm there.

Turning off the computer, Peter put aВ harness on Motya, attached aВ leash toВ it and, taking his smartphone and keys, went outside. Leaving the apartment, he closed the door. Motya started barking. Her barking echoed through the entrance, causing Peter toВ almost tremble. This was one ofВ the characteristics ofВ his dog; she always barked terribly when she went out for aВ walk.

Leaving the entrance, Peter headed toВ the park, which was located aВ hundred meters from the scrap.

You just had toВ cross two roads. Motya ran ahead, stopping near every bush and sniffingВ it.

An expensive car drove into the yard. Peter looked at him longingly, he wanted to have the same one, but he didn’t even have money to go to the movies. But he was not upset, because he was writing a book, and he believed that when he wrote it, he would definitely sell it in large quantities.

Having let the car pass, Peter walked further towards the park.

He crossed the first road, taking Motya on aВ short leash, and then walked along the lawn, about aВ hundred meters, and crossed the second road, the traffic on which was more intense than on the first. Immediately behind the road there was aВ park with aВ large pond and many apple trees. The park also had an asphalt road, round inВ shape, the size ofВ the entire park. You could often see girls and boys going out there toВ run aВ couple ofВ laps. This day was no exception. Several girls were running along the road, with toned figures, wearing tight pants and T-shirts.

Peter sighed heavily, staring at them.

– I wish I could meet at least one of them. – he thought, looking at their slender waists and rounded hips.

Motya pulled him toВ the side, along the path. Peter followed her, leaving the running girls behind. He left the main road and followed the path behind Motya, which continued toВ pull him forward.

– Every moment of this can be taken into a book. – Peter thought. – Absolutely everyone. You can take into the book all these people, all these paths, and even all these apple trees that grow around. But will this be of interest to anyone? This is a classic. Just life, without exaggeration, without a sharp plot, without lyrics and fantasy. A true classic. What if I really can become a classic?

Peter’s chest filled with air.