сочинение на тему мои любимый праздник my favorite holiday

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Hasanovaelia97

18 дек. 2014 г., 1:30:02 (9 лет назад)

From all holidays in a year I most of all like two - birthday and New year, but New year, probably, is more, because celebrate it not only you one, but also all your friends familiar and people not so familiar to you. From it on a shower becomes even more joyfully and more solemnly, and the more close by the end of December, the heart in an anticipation of miracles and gifts more fades. I any more do not trust for a long time in the Grandfather of the Frost and the Snow Maiden, but without them what New year?! Therefore also you rejoice, as old acquaintance, to their occurrence on screens of TVs, on counters with toys, on cards and on publicity boards.



And a wonderful smell of a New Year tree and tangerines? Unless something can be compared to it? It fills not only our apartment, but also all house, all city! It seems, there will be no this smell - and there would be no holiday with its surprises and unexpectedness, impatient expectation of half-night and salute lasting many hours behind a window.


And evening is not similar on December, 31st to one of other evenings of year. The table is already covered, but we do not sit down yet - we wait for visitors. Mum in the elegant dress, smelling as easy spirits, little bit unrecognizable with a new hairdress, together with the grandmother finishes last preparations on kitchen. The daddy on the TV looks a celebratory concert, and I ply from a fur-tree to an oven to be well informed about all events.
But suddenly - such long-awaited and such unexpected call to a door! We on distillations rush to open. Noise, laughter, sweets, gifts, congratulations! They are our first visitors. And uncle Misha, certainly, pretends, that at all me does not notice, walks at once to the dressed up fur-tree blinking by sparks and starts to spread under it the big and small boxes which have been wrapped up by a bright elegant paper. Being burnt with curiosity, I start to loaf near to a fur-tree, but uncle Misha cheerfully threatens me with a finger - about New year still there is time.
Here it what - New year, a magic and joyful holiday.