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Предлоги места английского языка: запоминаем через стихотворение

A wonderful world around Dressed in warm coats And soft puffy boots We walk through the snow In the winter woods. Up in the sky Over our heads The clouds float by Like giant white rams. Down under feet There are little prints on the snow. How many of them we meet. Where do the prints’ owners live? Above the snow or below? We stop to have rest At a big spruce tree And feel excited in chest. How happy we can be! Then, we go farther, Across a small hill. Oh, we would rather Go around, towards that mill. We see an old mill And a frozen river beside. It is just opposite the hill. And down the hill we glide. We wonder a bit What is inside? We look in front of it, We explore behind. But there is nothing amazing Next to the mill, Among the snowy bushes As well as between. We set off again Leaving the mill behind, Because all interesting things Are always outside. We continue our way Along the frozen river. We go past some trees And … it seems We start a bit to shiver. It gets colder, Luckily w

A wonderful world around

Dressed in warm coats

And soft puffy boots

We walk through the snow

In the winter woods.

Up in the sky

Over our heads

The clouds float by

Like giant white rams.

Down under feet

There are little prints on the snow.

How many of them we meet.

Where do the prints’ owners live?

Above the snow or below?

We stop to have rest

At a big spruce tree

And feel excited in chest.

How happy we can be!

Then, we go farther,

Across a small hill.

Oh, we would rather

Go around, towards that mill.

We see an old mill

And a frozen river beside.

It is just opposite the hill.

And down the hill we glide.

We wonder a bit

What is inside?

We look in front of it,

We explore behind.

But there is nothing amazing

Next to the mill,

Among the snowy bushes

As well as between.

We set off again

Leaving the mill behind,

Because all interesting things

Are always outside.

We continue our way

Along the frozen river.

We go past some trees

And … it seems

We start a bit to shiver.

It gets colder,

Luckily we are not far from home

And we start moving back

It is enough for today to roam.

Now, not onto the hill

But into the wood

Just right away to our spruce tree

Where to have some rest we could.

We are so curious about

That wonderful world

Which is everywhere around

And much more beyond.

© Antonina Megibor