"Terrible News" -- Gosha's homework essay
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goshkinМного лет мы говорили о том, как у Гоши все сложно с письмом. Ему до сих пор непросто сесть и написать что-то, но когда он пишет, он иногда пишет так, что очевидно, что у него к этому природный талант.
Ему на сегодня нужно было написать сочинение-мемуар. Вчера он показал его нам с Игорем. Я не могла не расплакаться, когда прочла -- да и Игорь сказал, что у него глаза тоже на мокром месте. Тема, конечно, такая -- про смерть моего дедушки. Но и то, как Гоша оформил сочинение, какую выбрал структуру (начиная где-то со средины), пробирает до дрожи.
Гоша разрешил мне поставить его сочинение сюда в блог. Вот и сейчас я перечитала, и у меня опять слезы.
Terrible News
My great grandfather lived in California. One of the memories from a long time ago I had of my great grandfather was of him teaching me about how gears work. “Gear 1 has 5 teeth and gear 2 has 10 teeth. You connect gears 1 and 2. Then you number the first 2 touching teeth 1. When you start spinning the gears, you have teeth 2 and 2. Then 3 and 3, 4 and 4, 5 and 5, but then on gear 1 you already have the tooth labeled 1, so you have teeth 1 and 6. Then you have teeth 2,7 3,8 4,9 5,10 but then you have teeth 1 and 1 again .”
In Summer 2016, my great grandfather's spine started hurting. He had a surgery. It did not go well. For a while he had to stay in the hospital. He could not swallow for a long time. He hadn't fully recovered when, a few month later, cancer started to develop in his stomach.
The doctor said that either he could have another surgery and possibly remove the cancer or he would die from cancer. The problem with another surgery was that he hadn't recovered from the previous surgery and he was possibly going to die from the surgery. He decided to have another surgery.
During the surgery he had a stroke. The left side of his body was paralyzed when he woke up. Something was wrong with his brain. He could understand everything, but he could not always make logical connections. There were a lot of other problems that mainly come with old age. My mom went to California to help.
The last time I saw him, when I was leaving California this summer, he said that he wanted to give me a golden necklace. He said that I should choose which one I wanted.
A few days after the second surgery, we were visiting some friends. At their house, we had fun playing and roasting sausages and marshmallows over a fire. When we were driving back, I asked my dad if my great grandfather would recover. “No,” he said. “He is probably going to die this week.” I cried through the rest of the car ride and did not speak to anyone.
When we got home, we video called my mom in California. She was in the hospital and said that if we want, we can talk to our great grandfather, but he would probably not see us or not be able to talk back to us. When she showed her phone to my great grandfather, she asked if he could see us. “Yes,” he said and waved to us slightly.
The evening of the day after, I heard many “pings” of incoming texts from my dad's phone. “The doctors say that he could die any time,” mom texted, “I am a little worried that he could die on my watch.”
Next morning, my dad was still asleep, so my sister and I went to eat breakfast. When my dad came down, he said: “I have some terrible news.” I knew what he was going to say next.
Five years ago I woke up when my mom went into my room. “I have some terrible news,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“Was Mis. R your library teacher?”
“Yes, she is.”
“It is very terrible. She died from cancer yesterday afternoon.”
Three years ago I was at my friend Robbie’s house. We were going to leave, but then Robbie’s mom came down the stairs. She whispered something to Robbie’s dad. He whispered something to my mom. My mom whispered something back, and Robbie’s dad answered something to her. “I have some terrible news,” my mom said. “Robbie’s grandfather just died.”
Two years ago my mom came into my room right after I woke up. “I have some terrible news,” my mom said. “Do you know who Reed was?”
“The woodworking teacher?” I asked.
“He died yesterday night.”
...
“What?” I asked my dad.
I knew what he was going to say next.
My great grandfather died on
Sunday, October 16 2016 at 10:05 PM MT
Monday, October 17 at 1:05 AM ET
Ему на сегодня нужно было написать сочинение-мемуар. Вчера он показал его нам с Игорем. Я не могла не расплакаться, когда прочла -- да и Игорь сказал, что у него глаза тоже на мокром месте. Тема, конечно, такая -- про смерть моего дедушки. Но и то, как Гоша оформил сочинение, какую выбрал структуру (начиная где-то со средины), пробирает до дрожи.
Гоша разрешил мне поставить его сочинение сюда в блог. Вот и сейчас я перечитала, и у меня опять слезы.
Terrible News
My great grandfather lived in California. One of the memories from a long time ago I had of my great grandfather was of him teaching me about how gears work. “Gear 1 has 5 teeth and gear 2 has 10 teeth. You connect gears 1 and 2. Then you number the first 2 touching teeth 1. When you start spinning the gears, you have teeth 2 and 2. Then 3 and 3, 4 and 4, 5 and 5, but then on gear 1 you already have the tooth labeled 1, so you have teeth 1 and 6. Then you have teeth 2,7 3,8 4,9 5,10 but then you have teeth 1 and 1 again .”
In Summer 2016, my great grandfather's spine started hurting. He had a surgery. It did not go well. For a while he had to stay in the hospital. He could not swallow for a long time. He hadn't fully recovered when, a few month later, cancer started to develop in his stomach.
The doctor said that either he could have another surgery and possibly remove the cancer or he would die from cancer. The problem with another surgery was that he hadn't recovered from the previous surgery and he was possibly going to die from the surgery. He decided to have another surgery.
During the surgery he had a stroke. The left side of his body was paralyzed when he woke up. Something was wrong with his brain. He could understand everything, but he could not always make logical connections. There were a lot of other problems that mainly come with old age. My mom went to California to help.
The last time I saw him, when I was leaving California this summer, he said that he wanted to give me a golden necklace. He said that I should choose which one I wanted.
A few days after the second surgery, we were visiting some friends. At their house, we had fun playing and roasting sausages and marshmallows over a fire. When we were driving back, I asked my dad if my great grandfather would recover. “No,” he said. “He is probably going to die this week.” I cried through the rest of the car ride and did not speak to anyone.
When we got home, we video called my mom in California. She was in the hospital and said that if we want, we can talk to our great grandfather, but he would probably not see us or not be able to talk back to us. When she showed her phone to my great grandfather, she asked if he could see us. “Yes,” he said and waved to us slightly.
The evening of the day after, I heard many “pings” of incoming texts from my dad's phone. “The doctors say that he could die any time,” mom texted, “I am a little worried that he could die on my watch.”
Next morning, my dad was still asleep, so my sister and I went to eat breakfast. When my dad came down, he said: “I have some terrible news.” I knew what he was going to say next.
Five years ago I woke up when my mom went into my room. “I have some terrible news,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“Was Mis. R your library teacher?”
“Yes, she is.”
“It is very terrible. She died from cancer yesterday afternoon.”
Three years ago I was at my friend Robbie’s house. We were going to leave, but then Robbie’s mom came down the stairs. She whispered something to Robbie’s dad. He whispered something to my mom. My mom whispered something back, and Robbie’s dad answered something to her. “I have some terrible news,” my mom said. “Robbie’s grandfather just died.”
Two years ago my mom came into my room right after I woke up. “I have some terrible news,” my mom said. “Do you know who Reed was?”
“The woodworking teacher?” I asked.
“He died yesterday night.”
...
“What?” I asked my dad.
I knew what he was going to say next.
My great grandfather died on
Sunday, October 16 2016 at 10:05 PM MT
Monday, October 17 at 1:05 AM ET
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