She now had her own opinions, and at supper discussed with sasha's parents, saying how difficult the studies had become for the children at the school.

her mother was a Ukrainian writer (pen-name Olena Pchilka).Her sister was married to Mykhailo Drahomanov, a scholar, public figure and political emigre, who was to play a great role in Lesia's life.When Lesia was nine, her parents moved to the town of Lutsk and settled at an estate near Kovel. Because of weak health and the absence of school with instruction in the Ukrainian language, Lesia received education at home. She had a remarkable aptitude for the humanities.Lesia's close ties with distinguished public and cultural figures of her time played a positive role in her formation as a poet. Apart from Drahomanov and Franko, the Kosaches friends included the composer M. Lysenko, the poet, playwright and one of the founders of the Ukrainian professional theater N. Starytsky, the bibliographer M.Komarov, and the poet V.Samiilenko. Such a milieu made Lesia try her hand at writing poetry early. At the age of nine she wrote her first verses, and at 13 her first poem was published in the Lviv magazine “Zoria”. From then on her poetry appeared regularly in the Ukrainian publications.Unfortunately, the outset of her literary career coincided with the first symptoms of what was then an incurable disease — tuberculosis of the bones. Her poor health made her travel from one warm country to another — Vienna, Crimea, Italy, Georgia, Egypt.In 1893 her book of verse, "On Wings of Songs", was published. It was favorably received both by the readers and critics. Then followed her book of verse “Thoughts and Dreams", "Responses", which earned her, alongside L. Franko, a leading place in Ukrainian literature at the turn of this century. Just then she turned to playwrighting. Her first works of drama were based on subjects from the Bible. Among her best plays are "The Forest Song" and "The Stone Host".Beginning with 1894 Lesia lived in Kyiv. Here she started learning foreign languages. Later on she read and spoke English as well as Ukrainian. With a full command of German, French, Italian and English she could write not only prose, but also poetry in all these languages.L. Ukrainka died on August 1, 1913 in Georgia, and was buried in Kyiv. Her works reveal the dominant feature of her talent — exceptional public sensitivity and the ability to grasp and express in vivid images the idea and tendencies of her time.

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education.All I wanted was to go out into the world feel independent and start working. One of the valuable lessons I learned at school was how to write a CV.i dug up some examples from my old text books and compiled my CV. I must have given out about 20 copies to local supermarkets caffee shops offices restaurants bars building companies garden centres and clothing shops. After two weeks of waiting I got a positive reply and so my first job was filling documents as an office junior.i had to sort all of their files and keep them in alphabetical order.Ok so I learnt the alphabet and lost of new names but after two weeks I was starting to get headaches.And I was not getting any job satisfaction. Then my dad offered me a job to help him out at his bakery.He was getting very busy and needed some extra help.When I started out I was the night baker.I had to get there by 4 a.m.I learnt quickly about the different types of bread and cakes.I got used community meeting new people making friends and feeling useful.Now that job satisfaction! I am now the manager of our shop so my dad is able to rest a bit .I feel proud to be continuing in the family business.Just think that this bakery was started by my great- grandfather and its been selling bread in our town for over 100years! As you an see it took me a while to find and understand what I really wanted for a career.For some people choosing a career is the easiest choice they ever make. My sister knew that she wanted to be a dancer at the age of six.

appreciated her for it. She always had a positive attitude and encouraged her teammates to work harder and do their best. But that day, Shannon twisted her ankle and fell down. She cried out in pain, which was unusual for Shannon. She rarely cried. Everyone rushed over to see if she was okay.2) So, the whole team climbed aboard the school bus and the coach took them all out for ice cream. As she licked her mint chocolate chip ice cream cone, Shannon said, "Today, I love basketball practice more than ever!"3) Coach always started practice the same way. They ran ten laps around the gym and then stretched out. They then practiced shots. (Shannon usually sank most of hers!) Then the coach introduced new drills. Then they practiced the plays they used in games.4) One of her teammates ran to get ice for her ankle. (Ice helps with the swelling.) The others helped her off the court and she sat down to rest. The coach asked Shannon if she was okay. She said, "I am fine. Ankles heal." The coach shook her head. "Shannon," she said, "As usual, I am impressed with your attitude and team spirit. In honor of Shannon, we should all go get ice cream!”5) Shannon loved basketball. She loved everything about basketball. Shannon always looked forward to basketball practice. She enjoyed the workout. She enjoyed the competition. She enjoyed the time with her teammates.

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Meg, the eldest of the four, was sixteen, and very pretty, being plump and fair, with large eyes,
plenty of soft, brown hair, a sweet mouth and white hands of which she was rather vain. Fifteen-year-old Jo was very tall, thin and brown, and reminded one of a colt; for she never seemed to know what to do with her long limbs, which were very much in her way. She had a decisive mouth, a comical nose and sharp, grey eyes, which appeared to sec everything, and could be fierce, funny or thoughtful. Her long, thick hair was her one beauty; but it was usually bundled in a net, to be out of her way. Jo had round shoulders, big hands and feet, a fly-away look to her clothes and the uncomfortable appearance of a girl who was rapidly shooting up into a woman and didn't like it. Elizabeth - or Beth, as everyone called her was a rosy, smooth-haired, bright-eyed girl of thirteen, with a shy manner, a timid voice and a peaceful expression, which was seldom disturbed. Her father called her 'Little Miss Tranquillity', and the name suited her excellently; for she seemed to live in a happy world of her own, only venturing out to meet the few whom she trusted and loved. Amy, though the youngest, was a most important person - in her own opinion at least. A regular snow-maiden, with blue eyes and yellow hair curling on her shoulders, pale and slender, and carrying herself like a young lady mindful of her manners. What the characters of the four sisters were, we will leave to be found out.