My Day off
When a school-girl I always
envied those students who went to school five but not six days a week, as we
did. So you may guess, I had the only day off — Sunday. On Sunday, I didn't
have to hurry anywhere, that's why, I got up at nine or ten o'clock. I wasn't
an early riser.
I did my bed, washed myself
and went to the kitchen. In the kitchen the table had already been laid and I always
had something tasty on Sunday: fried potatoes, meat salad or my favourite apple
pies. After breakfast, if the weather was sunny, I usually didn't stay indoors,
I went to see my friends.
We often played volleyball or
basket-ball in the yard and in winter if there was much snow out-of-doors we
went skating and skiing in the woods. But sometimes the day happened to be
rainy and gloomy.
I preferred to be in watching
TV, listening to music, reading books, speaking over the phone or just lying on
the sofa idling away the time. Some of my classmates could watch all
TV-programmes from morning till night, but I think it's rather boring, and I
always felt sorry for those TV-addicts.
It's much more interesting to
play a game of chess with your grandfather, or help your mother about the
house, or argue with your father about the latest events at home and abroad. In
the evening, when all the family were together, we had some tea with a cake or
biscuits, we listened to my younger sister playing the piano, sometimes we sang
Every Sunday, when I went to
bed, I was thinking that the day had flashed past and the next week would bring
new problems and their solution.