TASK: Study the information about the Inversion and write a composition on any topic using different types of inversion mentioned below.
I. Verb + subject – optional inversion (stylistic)
Auxiliary verb + subject + verb phrase (grammatical inversion)
II. Here comes + noun
There goes + noun
Adverb expressing direction of movement + verb (come/go/fly)
III. Grammatical inversion: if-clause; as/than (comparison); so + adj. … that / such + be … that; neither … / nor …
IV. Lexical inversion: negative adverbials
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At no time will you feel happy unless you find your ‘half’. An assiduous search I don’t mean. Imagine, you live like all people around you, but one day with you happens something quite extraordinary. Only once can you experience it. Only when you don’t expect it. Under no circumstances can you avoid it or escape of it. Rarely will you resist it if only you are too afraid of something new. To fall in love with somebody is extremely superficial then to love this person. If you imbibe it with your mother's milk, you will value it for whole life and won’t confuse it with something of another kind. Love doesn’t presuppose adapting to a new person in your life, nor do infatuation. But when you love somebody, a corner deep inside your heart you open for your darling. Here comes a new leaf of your life’s book!
ReplyDeleteP.S. Sorry for the trite topic ))) But it’s the only one thing that really inspires me!
Despite the fact that here comes the century of high technologies and there goes a terribly large sum of money on the development of new means of communication, never before have men experienced such a strong feeling of loneliness.
ReplyDeleteSo deep and painful does the feeling become that not everyone is able to overcome it by himself. So crafty, so catchy and so overwhelming is this feeling that everyone has already fallen into its trap.
Little do people know how much they’re in trouble. Little do people notice and realize the symptoms of their illness that at no time was it so obvious, so eminent and so terrifying.
There are too many samples that prove it.
Just imagine that only after wedding did the newly married understand that they’ve been neighbours for more than 10 years. Not a word have they told each other for those years of neighbourhood. Moreover not until their first date in the café, that of course was appointed through the Internet, have they never known each other by sight, not until he phoned her and said hello have they never greeted each other.
So, what’s it? Twist of fate or one more threatening social phenomenon?
We witness that heartless devices and faceless appliances men create make people be as senseless as does human rapid rhythm of life make them indifferent towards each other.
Such is the popularity of the communication through the Internet, of various dating sites and ICQ that human innate sense of live communication is getting atrophied. So breakneck rhythm of human way of living, so much things do people want achieve that they don’t observe each other.
Actually, no need to put human loneliness down to the imperfection of human society, neither could we blame fate. So obvious is the answer that it’s a man who makes himself a hostage of new technologies instead of taking advantages of it. Certainly, it concerns not all of us, but those who use benefits of their epoch in an inappropriate way.
Seldom do I think about my blurred future, wrapped in a tiny old-fashioned cover. Only now do I realize it. “What is it?” – is asking my curiosity with wide open eyes. “I don’t know” – I say, fixing my eyes on that sweet. That sweet… Is one and the same all the time but hardly ever can you guess what’s inside it. Desperation, pain, happiness, anxiety, fears and hope… Any filling you’d like. “Two pounds of La femme with love and happiness” – you said to a shop assistant, a tall man in his middle forties. “I’m sorry, Madam, we are run out of la Femme with love and happiness, - he shrugs his shoulders absently, - the eve of holidays, you know…Maybe La Tristesse with sadness and melancholy? So popular was it last month that I took twice more than usual”. You cast a look at the untouched heap of sweets La tristess and breathe out. Here comes the truth – does anybody want to be sad in this life? Seems no…Under no circumstances will you chose this “sweet” candy. Such is a person that he prefers only good things. But it’s stupid…to take the same sort of product for years and years. Little do people know that happiness is showing its true colours only in comparison with the opposite dark side. Not a thing will you understand in this life unless you taste a spicy pie with pain and illusions. Only in this way are you able to live and to overcome difficulties of life, to be grateful for every pleasant trifle. Only by that chance will you step on the other way. No, I’m not trying to make you chose all troubles of your life, I just want you to appreciate everything around. And all the rest is destiny…In comes your faith, in comes a circumstance. “Two pounds of la Tristesse please”.
ReplyDeleteWell, it’s not a traditional composition on some topic with introduction, main part and conclusion. It’s just a small story. Hope you’ll enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteShe turned round quickly as she heard the sound of steps behind the door. She stared at it biting her lips nervously. The door opened and in came her uncle. “Sorry, honey, it’s just me. He isn’t here yet..” Not a word said she, just sighted and turned back to the mirror. Her reflection looked back at her with sad eyes. She was really beautiful today. Rarely had she thought of herself as a beautiful woman, but that day even she couldn’t deny the fact. This white flowing dress and wedding veil, make-up and hairdo. Never before had she been so elegant, so fascinating. Could have she hidden her eyes, nobody would even have noticed her nervousness and despair. How could he be late? She had forgiven him when he had come two hours later to her birthday party previous year or when he had been late for her graduation party. She always forgave him, how couldn’t she? He was her father. Under no circumstances could she think him not be perfect. So close were they that her mother was sometimes even jealous. It seemed always fanny to Mary. Jealous…ha!...She loved them both but in different ways. Her mother was responsible, reliable, understanding, tender, but a bit too serious at times. Her father was funny, easy going and sociable, he could solve any problem easily, however sometimes he was a bit light-minded. Most arguments between her parents appeared because of confrontation between seriousness and flippancy, but nevertheless they still were together and loved each other. But how could he be late that very day? Only once had she begged him to come in time. It was her wedding. The day she had been dreaming about since she was 6 years old. Hardly had she imagined in her dreams that her adored father would be late for the ceremony. He, who should have led her to the altar…
Her mother interrupted her thoughts: “Dear, it’s time. I tried to reach your father, but…you can cancel everything or, probably, your uncle will…” Mary shook her head: “He has two more minutes.” Suddenly her eyes filled with tears, and she clearly understood that on no account could he be in time. “Shouldn’t it be one the happiest days in your life? Probably, you’ve chosen the wrong guy? ” Mary turned round so quickly that she almost dropped a vase with flowers off the table. In the doorway stood her father with a bunch of white roses and camomiles. “You know, it’s quite difficult to find camomiles at tis time of the year.”
"А composition on any topic"
ReplyDeleteSo, here comes my composition. To be honest I was quite desperate at first because I didn't really know what to write about. You know what I mean, today is my birthday so little did I think about other things. But I had to invent something nevertheless. So let me write about birthdays.
A birthday, as the term implies, is the anniversary of the particular day on which a person was born. Though by no means universal, birthdays are celebrated in numerous cultures, often with a party or, in some instances, a rite of passage.
A birthday cake by all means is one of the most important and traditional attributes of a birthday party. Seldom do they celebrate birthdays without a cake.
The birthday cake is traditionally highly decorated, and typically covered with lit candles when presented, the number of candles signifying the age of the celebrant. The person whose birthday it is may make a silent wish and then blow out the candles. After that, the person can open their presents. It is also common for the person celebrating their birthday to cut the initial piece of the cake as a newlywed couple might with a wedding cake.
Many people do not believe in faith and say that we control our life. I am of the contrary opinion and I want to write about the story that happened to me about three years ago. Here comes the story.
ReplyDeleteI was a student of the eleventh form at that time. Hardly could I make a choice of the future speciality. I knew that I wanted my higher education be connected with languages but so wide was the choice that I could not decide on this point. During the winter holidays my English teacher suggested that I could participate in the conference on the problems of cross-cultural communication. The application form had to be applied within a week. I was not really sure neither that I wanted to do that nor that did I have time for writing a report .Anyway, so interesting was the outlook, that I agreed.
On the last day of the time of lodgement I went to school to hand in the application and the article about the report. Unhappily, on that day I overslept and leaving my house I mixed up the folder and took the wrong one. Only when had the doors of the bus closed I realized that. It was evident that had I came back, I would definitely be late. So, I called my sister and asked her to bring the documents to school. It was a surprise for me that she refused- she said she was busy or something like that. I was sure hardly was she so busy on holidays. I was even much offended by her words- she knew it was important for me. So, I came back home to take my folder. I was late and I came in the bus being sure that under no circumstances could I get to school at time, I thought that I missed a chance. So, I came in the bus. Suddenly there I saw my teacher standing near the window. She said she decided I was not going to take part in the conference So, she did not call on school and went directly to the administration. Had not I came back home to take the papers I wouldn’t met her.
I would say that taking part in that conference I understood I was interesting in translation and that helped me to make a choice.
Dear All!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for writing on time! I love that!
Have you ever been in such a situation when you need or have to forgive somebody? If your answer is affirmative, you know what I’m speaking about.
ReplyDeleteAt first sight, nothing could be easier than to say “hey, everything is ok, don’t worry etc.” However, when people say something, little do they realize that they usually follow some secret rules of behaviour which are imposed by social norms, norms of politeness. Moreover, people rarely think at that very moment what they are speaking, because we have premeditated phrases which are usually used.
This fib is unapparent until you try to manage your habitual life with this person and keep in touch with him as you did in the past. Here the troubles come. Wherever you are and whatever you do you are always remember what was happening. In your mind stuck only one thought: “Had he/she acted in a different way, I would have been able to forgive.” The events of all your life are always with you and you cannot get rid of them. Hardly haven’t you felt in this way, at least, once in your life. And only then you understand that all you were speaking about and all your consolations and forgiveness are fake. So verisimilar were your words that you didn’t notice that it was just one total and outrageous lie: you lied not only to that person, but to yourself. You don’t know whether you’re angry or you just have a very good memory.
And what does it mean – to forgive? Don’t confuse it with “to forget”. And if it is not “to forget”, then it is “not to remind and reproach” that person. Here comes the difficulty. So, probably, the only way out is to be patient. Only in this way can you communicate with that person and to be on good terms with him. Maybe, your remote past was terrible as are your reminiscences, but tomorrow is as joyful as you make it yourself. You couldn’t foretell the events of the past neither can you predict what will happen afterwards.