One ukrainian girl

A few weeks ago i won a course of drawing in photoshop. But first homework was to draw scetches of five objects and five people and i should spend about five minutes on each of them. I`m not artist for now so my arts is not perfect? but its are realy fun, i should share this.

First is quite simple. I just draw stuff lying on my table.

Than some another stuff

Than i draw Vlad as some middle betwen stuff and man

As you see, he don`t want to stay in center of sheet. He is a realy problem guy

But look! Here is my arts of people goes!

I just find a beutiful photo of this girl and elive me shea was so perfect on it! But than I took a pensil and so it goes...

As you can see I have some problems with drawing faces. After next pair of characters I understood that problems are realy sirious and they not only about faces but mostly about heads  

Sorry GO-fandom, I tried

In the next art i thought that I could avoid faces. Well, I did it, No head no problem

And in the and i thout that styped heads didn’t stop me! So i draw the last art. I realy proud of it

 He wrapped his coat tightly and glanced down at the smartphone. Half past ten. Wonderful. Another ten minutes, and he will throw the damn roses into the nearest garbage bin and go home to watch the Christmas episode of Doctor Who, wrapping himself in a blanket and eating bundles of chips. Chips and tangerines, 'cause it's Christmas, after all. And it wouldn't matter if he's alone. Feels better in the warmth and without Alison eternally bearing all kinds of nonsense beside. It's a shame, of course, that the roses completely froze on the street, he'd given as much as five pounds for them, but he did not need wilted roses anyway. And you can’t give them to your mom like ... Yes, it’s better not to. Otherwise she will also begin to growl about the fact that all the presents she gets from him are rubbish.

 Another gust of wind made Chris decide that, since he no longer believes in Alison's arrival, he can wait the remaining couple of minutes in a warmer place, with a cup of coffee, for example.

  "Come on, angel! Is he? Okay, as you say…"

 Chris turned to find out who was so lucky to be a real angel for someone. He should have stopped before turning around, rather than continuing to walk blindly. As soon as he took two steps, his leg slipped sharply, and the view of the square immediately gave way to the view of the gray sky, from which snowflakes were about to begin to fall according to the forecast. The back of the head and back ached badly from a fall. Chris was about to swear out loud to indicate what his Christmas Eve was going to be like, but then a long striped scarf and a girl's face appeared above him.

 "Are you okay?"

 Chris blinked absently, looking at this fancy grubby figure in such a familiar cloak, worn over a pair of knitted sweaters. What was missing in that look was a Sonic  Screwdriver. And Chris absolutely did not care he was seeing this stunning girl for the first time, he already knew for sure that he wanted to watch the Doctor Who’s Christmas series with her this year.

 “All right, now. May I offer you some coffee?"

 "Right like that? Lying on the ground?" She looked at him through the glasses and giggled softly. “You can, of course, but won't it be cold to you?”

 “Your presence warms me. Here, take it." - He thoughtlessly handed her a bouquet and only then remembered his terrible condition. But in some miraculous way the roses, which he would never have carried to his mother, now looked as if they had just been cut from the bush.

It was the twenty-fourth of December, the damn Christmas Eve, which Mr. Brewster could not stand this year. The point was not in the holiday itself, but in the fact that the oven broke in his bakery yesterday. A bakery without an oven on Christmas Eve is not a bakery - it’s nothing  but a sheer expense. Regular customers were dropping by Mr. Brewster’s bakery the whole morning, they stared at the “Closed” sign, at Mr. Brewster with a bunch of tools, at empty counters, and left for the nearest supermarket, frustrated.

“No gingerbread cookies,” Mr. Brewster muttered under his nose, poking the oven with a screwdriver, while trying to figure out why it didn’t work properly, “no stollen, no apple rolls and triple proceeds!”

It was already past ten, the bakery was supposed to open long ago , and the stubborn oven didn’t work. All the repairmen, unfortunately, had gone to the suburbs, to their families, and now it seemed completely impossible to find any specialist. Mr. Brewster was close to despair, he was even willing to abandon the tools and not open the bakery at all today. He should go to the supermarket too, and wait until the end of the vacation, so any good master would deal with this stupid stove!

He was distracted from his suffering by a sudden explosion of laughter, which burst outside the window. Mr. Brewster didn't thought they were laughing at him, but he was distracted and turned around. He couldn't distinguish the faces of those people, as they passed too quickly. The only thing he could make out was the red hair of one of the men and a tartan scarf on the light coat of the other.

 Their laughter was still heard somewhere nearby, but Mr. Brewster had no time for this. The oven that had suddenly started to work burned his hand. And burned as if it had already worked an hour as well. Blowing on a longitudinal burn in the palm of his hand, Mr. Brewster simultaneously dialed Lucy's number.

“I fixed it! Come on faster, we’ve got some  time to bake the cookies!" He shouted into the tube, pinching it with his shoulder and starting to roll out the dough. “I know today isn't your shift, but I promise you a reward!”

This is the question whish I could not answer still. Do I want to be a writer? A peson who lives in Kiev? A good person?

A few days ago I had seen a five year old girl near the bus stop. She had weared an awful hat with monster`s green horns, big eyes and blue and violet hair. Girl had standed there and she hadn`t cared at all what I could thought about her hat. And in the next moment she get a mirror from her bag. It was a plastic flower with mirror in it center.

So when I had seen this girl with all her stuf, I had thought that I want to be like her. I thought that I don`t want to care about what people think. I want to wear stupid things like this hat and be happy about flower-mirror whith I have.

Drunk people is a big trouble for my city. 

Today on the street I saw schoolgirl, who fall on the ground. I thought that she got sick and run to her to help. But that was not girl. She was below me in height with kids backpack and she was defenetly elder than me. If you know how alcoholic look like, than you will understand at the first sight that alcoholic stand in front of you. In my situation she was laying on the ground and mumble incomprehensible words.

At first I thought that I should to call emergancy, but I didn`t know how the street called. Then a couple came to as and asked how they could help. Man helped drunk women to stand on her feets and only after that I understood that she was drunk or got high. She couldn`t stand on her feets without help and literally was loosing her pants. If I didn`t standing and holding her hand, she would fell back. 

When couple understood that this woman is not quite non compos, they went away and left me with this women who was tryin to wipe snot about me. That was the most horrible momnt in all this story. I looked around for someone who could help me to run away from there. Two men were walking by. I called them for help and in this moment drunk women recognise one of them.

- Volodia! - She called him.

I hope this two men had helped that women get to her home. I don`t stayed there no more after they took her from me.

Now i am sitting and thinking about how many alcogolics I should find laying on th streets before I will become unsympathetic, indifferent person who will never come to help someone?

Many people in our city have part of earth out of city. There may be no house but there must be garden with berries and vegetables. (Translator says it called kaleyard). We call it dacha. I shall explain how dacha conected with compote.

Should I explaine what is compote? Hope I shouldn`t.

Well, my grandmother have her own dacha. She has run between it and home whole summer and big parts of spring and autumn and she broght to gifts of nature all this time. Mostly it was strawsberry, currant and peas. Of course, with berriea and fruits we took a lot of insects. Natural prodacts is natural.

But after much work which contain washing all burrie, frosing and boiling it in water frosty winer, our family get taisty drink called compote.

I don`t learn english on my own actualy. I have a teacher and she gave me homework. There is an exercise with some words and I should to make sentences with each of them. But to my mind it`s boring so I would make an article with this words and phrases. And I did. It is called

What you should do if someone shouting at you?

Everybody had become a victim of someone's unrestrained behavior. Our relatives, command or strangers can yell at us if they have bad day. 

In first place after you have been shouted you became stunned. Someone yell eagerly back, but it`s not the best way. The best way is to keep your cool. Don`t let someone`s negative emotions to have an impackt on you.

We can`t see shouting person`s contents of mind. His reaction on your answer can be incomprehensible and unpredictable. Try not to sight and not to show how you hate all this situation. Don`t spoil aggressor with excessive reaction to his shout. Don`t give his negative emotion to pile up in you. Outweigh it on yelling person. 

If you want to answer, then you should to be sure that you will not regret later. Talk with your agressor calmly and fondly.

In the end remember that primates scattered across the forests of Africa yell on each other as well as people.

Hi to noone who read this blog! I am ukrainian girl, called Natala and I created this blog to make my english better than it is now. Posts may content mistakes because I am learning and mistakes is part of learning. I would glad if someone helps me to find this mistakes.

So, let`s start!

Today my mom said that it`s good day for making plans for future. She likes to read goroskope and usually I knew from her shy my day has been awful. She says that it is all because of positions of stars and planets. And if today is a good day for making plans, I thought that it would be a good day to make bucket list. Here is it.