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Witam.

Dziś rusza drugi konkurs w serwisie www.engielski.pl .

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[administrator]

Witam serdecznie.

Wszystkie prace zostały skomentowane i miło mi poinformować, że konkurs wygrała Dominika Śpiewak, lat 18.

Hello.
I decided to take part in your contest.
However, I sincerely admit that the story I have written is not so much an amusing one. Its tone is rather more reflective. Even if that becomes a factor which will lead you to dismiss it outright, still I had lots of fun while writing it and therefore am convinced that it was worth it.
I hope you will find it a good read, anyway.
Regards,


It was Christmas Eve.
I woke up at the crack of dawn, the remains of my sleepiness quickly dispelled by heavenly scents of my mum’s baking masterpieces.
I looked through my window and was blissful to see that the whole world was smothered in snow – the thick impeccably white duvet had cropped up out of the blue under the cover of darkness, unbeknown to anyone but nocturnal creatures. At this sight my heart was suddenly filled with pure sense of joy and childlike unconcern and I had an inexplicable notion that something miraculous would inevitably happen to me that very day.
I hared down the stairs just to discern my mum in a frenzy of activity, beetling around in the warm kitchen, conjuring up dishes whose taste and smell was evidently second to none – she had been an invincible master of the kitchen ever since I can remember. I smiled warmly to her and without a moment’s hesitation offered my help. I didn’t take into account one small factor – the fact of my being, on the contrary, a hopeless case when it came to cooking. My mum’s acceptance of my aid offer quickly backfired – I mistook the mysterious potions occupying numerous vessels and added the wrong blend of spices to them. On discovering that dreadful lapse, my mum was baffled – she couldn’t by any means understand how I could have difficulty distinguishing between so few obvious examples of all-important kitchen substances. However, recognizing my willingness to come in handy and pitch in with the work, she didn’t blow her top – on the contrary, we had lots of laugh trying to disguise somehow the effects of my lack of cooking know-how, and I have to admit we did fairly well.
As we were beavering away at the oven and other kitchen appliances, time was running at an unprecedented pace. In the course of the friendly conversation we were having in the interim, we were suddenly astonished to discover that we had bought the same thing for my elder sister’s Christmas present. Although it seemed quite funny at first, when we halted splitting our sides, I decided it would be reasonable to make a last-minute dash to the nearby shop and come up with a different choice of a gift. My mum didn’t admit it, but I bet she welcomed this move of mine – in the kitchen I tend to be nothing more than a distraction and actually rather a hindrance than any measurable help
I put on some warm winter clothes and got out of the house, ready to brave the threat of freezing or going astray in the snow drizzle. In fact it was so unspeakably beautiful outside that even the Arctic coldness in the air couldn’t put me off greeting the long-awaited snowflakes. I danced in the snow, weltered in the white heaps which engulfed me with their icy-cold fingers, tried to catch as many snowflakes as possible before they reached the ground. I must have seemed pretty mad to any onlookers, should there have been any, but I guess I was alone in the street. However, as I was heaving to the rhythm of the falling snow, I suddenly found myself short of breath and had to stop the winter revelry to regain the steady beat of my heart and fill my lungs with icy air. And then… all of a sudden, the picture of the surrounding world began to grow blurred, its snowcapped outlines disappearing into nothingness. A while later, I could detect a sort of supernatural force taking hold of me and, to my dismay, after a couple of minutes of something which felt like flight, I found myself in a totally different corner of the world, surrounded by arid soil and stunted trees springing from the parched earth, which glistened with the reflection of the starry sky – here it was already night.
I stood motionless without a word. Truth be told, I was petrified – not only didn’t I have the foggiest what the heck was going on, but to cap it all I was completely alone in some cold and apparently lifeless environment. Some wicked spirit had probably brought me there and I couldn’t help despairing over how I would go back to the safe haven of my cosy home. However, as a bolt out of the blue, a peculiar thought dawned on me. Some gentle voice in my head told me to look high into the sky above me. Having no alternative but to follow my gut instinct, I did so and then my heart literally missed a beat.
It’s nothing short of a miracle, I couldn’t help thinking.
High in the navy blue sky was a Star. Not one of those infinitesimal golden spots, hardly visible to the naked eye; not like the famous immense one with a gleaming tail, pictured so vehemently in Catholic religion coursebooks throughout the world either. However, I knew – don’t ask me how it was possible, I simply knew – it was the one that had led the Magi to the Newborn Child in Betlehem so many more years ago than any of the contemporarily living people cares to remember. It was not as big as I had always imagined, not as haughty and posh like the ones in religion books. Quite the reverse – it was modest, yet somehow exceptional. Its gentle twinkle had in itself something unquestionably divine and royal. Now it was so clear what I should do – meekly follow the Star’s guidance.
Mere few minutes had passed when I noticed a small dilapidated hut right in front of me. I couldn’t make up my mind about what I should do now – it now seemed evident that what I was witnessing was the rebirth of the Holy Infant. However, I couldn’t let go of my fears and apprehensions. I was still full of doubt whether such a miracle was something my human eyes deserved to look at.
And then the voice inside my head resounded again, causing me to acquire faith that as I had been brought to that remote, secluded place at the world’s end, it was all happening for a purpose. And what I was to see now was the most precious gift of the Almighty for one distant teenage girl, calling herself His follower whenever asked about her faith, but not really believing that He even existed, and that He was at all aware of her plain day-to-day existence.
I came closer to the front wall of the hut, which in fact was hardly anything more than stark foundations, and saw what I had expected to see – beautiful young Girl with tranquility written in her radiating face, her age akin to mine. She was holding the Baby, rocking Him tenderly in Her motherly arms until He was fast asleep. Suddenly I felt my eyes well up with tears. Why was He giving it to me, while there were so many people whose each and every day was a living proof of faith and love, and all-embracing belief in Him? Why had He chosen me?
I stepped back. I couldn’t be closer, I wasn’t ready for this. What I had already seen was enough to light the glimmer of true faith in my heart. More importantly, my eyes couldn’t stand the sight of God incarnate in the fragile form of a vulnerable human child, shuddering with cold, hungry, weeping and rejected by each and every one of those for whom He would later suffer. I couldn’t stifle tears.
Then I felt again the sudden force engulfing me. A mere five or so minutes later I was standing again in my own street in Lublin, surrounded by ubiquitous heaps of snow swept diligently aside by my neighbours. Snowflakes were falling down at me, attaching to my hair and wrapping me in the white duvet again. I was standing motionless, salty tears running down my cheeks, unable to move or utter a word. And once more I heard the same soft voice resounding in my ears:
‘All you saw, you saw with the eyes of your heart. God was born once, two thousand years ago, and today no divine child will embark on His life in the remote Betlehem. Today the only place where He can be born is your Heart. And it’s up to you whether he IS born there.’

Cytat:

Pracę napisałam po części na konkurs, a po części dlatego, że kocham pisać po angielsku i sprawia mi to wielką przyjemność, więc kiedy widzę okazję, żeby zająć się napisaniem czegoś, zazwyczaj z niej korzystam Poza tym chciałam w niekonwencjonalny sposób złożyć życzenia przyjacielowi, z którym komunikuję się po angielsku, i w sumie udało się połączyć wszystkie te cele Pozdrawiam, DominikA

* Nogroda została wysłana. Dziękujemy za wzięcie udziału w konkursie.

[domi1991]

nagroda doszła, potwierdzam dziękuję i pozdrawiam serdecznie

[Kruk]

Gratuluję Ci domi1991, wypracowanie - faktycznie - bardzo ciekawe.
I działa Ci ten pen-drive?

[elanna]

[domi1991]

hehe działa, działa dziękuję za gratulacje;D