Предмет: Английский язык, автор: tamikaskerov

Сочинение на тему: "мое представление о России"
срочно!!!

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Автор ответа: sl4vik

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Россия! Одно только название моей страны звучит гордо и могущественно, а всё благодаря не покоримому народу и великим победам.

Широка Россия как душа русского человека, щедрая, мудрая, сильная. О России сказывали в своих произведениях поэты и писатели, о красоте природы, о необъятных просторах, о том, как хорошо проснутся под утреннее пение птиц в деревушке. О великолепный зиме в глубинах, не тронутый белый снег, деревья покрыты инеем, вокруг белым бело, как в сказке...

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