Devil in the Words. Книга для практики английского языка

He even forgot about the book. He was depressed byВ the fact that he had nothing, not even aВ job, while others had everything he dreamedВ of.

Coming out ofВ the park, he took Motya on aВ short leash and crossed the road. Then he walked toВ the next road and crossed it. Having reached the entrance, he opened the door with aВ magnetic key and went inside. Climbing the steps, he reached the door ofВ the apartment, opened it with the key, and entered. InВ the hallway lay the backpack ofВ my sister, who had already returned from school.

Peter took off Moti’s harness, and she ran into the room. Taking off his sneakers, he entered his room. My sister was sitting at the computer and watching videos of famous bloggers. Peter stopped and looked at the monitor. The sister stopped the video.

– Don’t look. – she said.

– Why can’t I look? I’m interested too.

– Don’t look, just leave, why did you come?

– Actually, I live here.

– Go sit in the kitchen.

Peter took off his street clothes, put on his home T-shirt, took aВ mug with some coffee left inВ it, and went toВ the kitchen.

There he turned on the TV, and sitting down at the table, began toВ switch channels, looking for something interesting. He stopped on aВ channel that showed aВ series about witches, which he really liked. He again began toВ think about writing aВ book about witches. But he immediately discarded them, because he was already writing aВ book, and he decided for himself that there would be no witches, no werewolves, or aliens inВ it.

Peter sat in the kitchen for about an hour while his sister watched bloggers on his computer. He drank two mugs of coffee, and even got tired of the chair he was sitting on. Sitting in a chair at the computer was much more comfortable and pleasant, and my back didn’t get tired there.

– I’m done. – said the sister, going out into the kitchen. – You can go to the computer.

– Excellent. – Peter called, and got up from the table, took a mug of coffee, and went to his room.

Entering the room, he immediately sat down inВ aВ chair. All muscles relaxed. He put the mug on the table, opened the office program, and continued writing the book. He remembered walking inВ the park and wrote it all down. It was extremely difficult toВ come up with something fictitious, at least for Peter; he clearly had no talent for original ideas.

He wrote until the evening.