Сочинения по языку на тему мой личный дневник

7-50. She opened her eyes. She looked at the window. Outside the window, a gray winter sky showered hometown of white flakes. I got out of bed, slowly, washed and went to the kitchen to have breakfast.8-20. After breakfast, she called her friends Masha and Nastya. I invited friends to walk with me on the street.8-30. She opened the front door. Cold cold air burned my cheeks pinched fingertips of my hand not wearing gloves. Street, curving down from my house to the river. Pavements and roofs of two and three-storey houses facing the street covered with a white blanket of snow. Alone. Only in standing at a neighboring house phone booth, it seems, someone is ringing. Traces almost invisible, Sunday morning, the city wakes up only. Snow covered creaked under my steps. White flies nibbling hurt in his eyes. Gray sky majestic looks at the background painted in yellow houses. I went to the house Machin scored in the palm of snow. Snow-blind, squeezed it in his hands. The white mass, like a cry, podtaivaya in my hands.8-50. I was standing at the window a long time, and Masha is not. It is not clear that it had happened, or scarf lost, whether the parents are not released. Perhaps we should throw in the open window Machine Kitchen snow, staring, friend, and hurry. What is intended is done. Snow, I have thrown with accuracy gunner, even an amendment to the wind, I provided, aptly flew into the window Machine cuisine. There was a ringing of falling pots and unhappy, to put it mildly, cries Machine mom. In any case, I went to the entrance. Cries more than once repeated, and only about fifteen minutes later subsided.9-10. Have fun singing some stupid song, fluttered out of the house my friend Mary. A short "Hello", and we, like the biathlon world champion, flying as skiing, scattering snow boots for distillation to Nastya's entrance. From the entrance there is a friend who, seeing us, tore us to a meeting.9-30. For the past twenty minutes we circled in the dance, enjoying the first snow. Periodically, we release the hand, type in the palm of snow flushed and showered them with each other.And the snow, as if realizing our joy, everything goes and goes