Devil in the Words. Книга для практики английского языка

The sound of bags rustling came from the kitchen. Opening the door, Motya entered the room and, jumping onto the sofa, lay down on Peter’s legs. He tried to move her, after which she moved higher and climbed under the blanket. Opening his eyes, Peter stared at the wall. The gray wallpaper did not evoke any emotions. Keys jingled in the hallway, the front door opened and then closed. Mother went to work.

– One more day. Another boring, tedious, and pointless day. – Peter thought.

It seemed like he needed to get up, but Peter really didn’t want to do anything.

Perhaps it would be worth working on a book, but the mere thought of writing something, inventing something, was already giving him a headache. My temples began to pulsate, and my skull felt as if something was squeezing me. In addition, Peter doubted his literary abilities and the way he presented the material. There was no muse. There wasn’t that inspiring feeling that would lift me off the couch and lead me to the computer to create, to write new lines. He wanted to fall asleep and sleep for a couple more hours, but the sleep had already disappeared.

– Okay, to hell with it. – Peter thought, and throwing off the blanket, got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen.

Walking past the computer desk, he picked up an emptyВ mug.

Walking out into the kitchen, he touched the kettle. The kettle was hot. Mother drank coffee before leaving for work. Peter went toВ the bedside table, poured sugar and coffee into aВ mug, then poured hot water over them and mixed thoroughly.

Then he took milk out ofВ the refrigerator and added it toВ the drink, stirring it again, and putting the milk back on the bottom shelf.

Together with the mug, he went into the room, where he immediately turned on the computer, and sat down inВ aВ chair, placing the mug ofВ coffee on the table. He leaned back and rubbed his eyes. The computer bootedВ up.

At some point, Peter realized that he should wash himself and get himself inВ order.

Rising from his chair, he went toВ the bathroom, where he thoroughly washed his face and brushed his teeth. After wiping his hands and face dry with aВ towel that was hanging on aВ hook, Peter returned toВ the room and sat down again inВ his favorite computer chair. His room was somewhat reminiscent ofВ an office, if you do not take into account the large bed standing near the window.

The computer has already booted.