Tha last book I read listened to was "The Undomestic Goddess". I liked it even more than the "Shopaholic' series. Due to the narrator Phoebe James and her really wonderful voice and manner and perfect British English, I incredibly enjoyed the book. And the language, of course =) Strongly recommend as easy reading or better listening. I supose, it can be quity easy to understand for Intermediate students.
Только что вернулась с моря... В канун отъезда посетило вдохновение, а уже в поезде делала художественный перевод, в меру своих способностей. Не судите строго!
Tom Waits Orphans Road To Peace Young Abdel Madi Shabneh was only 18 years old the youngest of 9 children he'd never spent a night away from home and his mother held his photograph up in the New York Times you see the killing has intensified along the road to peace
a tall thin boy with a wispy moustache disguised as an Orthodox Jew on a crowded bus in Jerusalem some had survived World War II and the thunderous explosion blew out windows 200 yards away more retribution and 17 dead along the road to peace
So, awful summer heat is finally over, Ann sleeps a lot and I have some time to clean my teeth, to stay in shower for longer than 2 minutes and write a post here. I wish I could summarize that month and a half since I gave birth to my daughter.
As for the first 3 weeks, they were really hard for me. I was rather weak and could mostly stay in bed. Sitting was totally forbidden, and standing was quite painful. I lost almost 20 kilos, as I kept to a really strong diet for a nursing mother in order not to hurt Ann's bowel's. Now I can't remember anything except constant lack of sleep and irritating pain.
During that time I kept asking myself: is that my baby? Did I give birth to her? My brain refused and still refuses to accept this fact. It seems to me that Ann was brought to me by a stork =)) Maybe you, mothers, will understand, what I'm talking about =) And for all that time I was searching for that feeling of super love for my own child in me. And couldn't find it. I don't know what it was - postnatal depression or whatever.. But it really scared me, cause I saw nothing but a nice baby in front of me. You know, I thought I was crazy or a bad bad mother. And the feeling of actually being a mother just refused to settle down in my head.
Gradually and fortunately, things changed. I felt better and better every day and my mind got clearer and clearer. The feeling, that I was looking for, finally came. Every single day, it grew stronger and stronger. I kept watching Ann, I saw her grow and change every day. I saw that she needs me, my hands, my warmth, my milk. I stopped breaking into fury when she went on crying and I didn't know why. Step by step, I began to understand her language, she spoke to me. I realized that it's my baby, my daughter, only mine. I love her from the bottom of my heart. I was so much afraid that I'd never know this feeling: love for your child. That's it.