journey enjoyable. Speed, comfort and safety are the main advantages of trains and planes. That is why I prefer travelling by train. Travelling by sea is popular mostly for pleasure trips. On board large ships and small river boats people can visit foreign countries and different places of interest within their own country. It is very pleasant to see the rise and fall of the waves, to feel the fresh sea wind blowing and hear the cry of the seagulls. Trips on the Volga, the Dnieper, the Yenisei, the Black Sea are very popular today. Many people like to travel by car. It is interesting too, because you can stop when and where you like, you do not have to buy tickets or carry your suitcases. A very popular method of travelling is hiking. It is travelling on foot. Walking tours are very interesting. Hitch-hiking is a very popular method of travelling among young people. But it is not so popular in our country as abroad.
house where Mr Frank had his office. The entrance to their secret hiding plae was hidden by a moving bookshelf. They had been living there for a whla and Anne tries to write he diarie as much as she can. One day, when she wakes up, she goes to the attic to get the stale air out of her lungs. And went to her favourite spot on the floor. Peter joined her and two of them watched out the blue skye, the bare chestnut tree glistening with dew, the seagulls glinting with silver as they swooped through the air and they were so moved and entranced that they couldn´t speak. They remained ther for a while and by the time Peter had to go to the loft to chop wood, Anne knew that he was a decent boy. Anne went to see how peter choped wood. Peter was trying his best to chop the right way and show off his strenght. She allso looked out of the open window, letting her eyes roam over a large part of
millions of large, smooth stones that looked uniformly gray from a distance, but close up were every shade a stone could be: terra-cotta, sea green, lavender, blue gray, dull gold. The tide line was strewn with huge driftwood trees, bleached bone white in the salt waves, some piled together against the edge of the forest fringe, some lying solitary, just out of reach of the waves. There was a brisk wind coming off the waves, cool and briny. Pelicans floated on the swells while seagulls and a lone eagle wheeled above them. The clouds still circled the sky, threatening to invade at any moment, but for now the sun shone bravely in its halo of blue sky. We picked our way down to the beach, Mike leading the way to a ring of driftwood logs that had obviously been used for parties like ours before. There was a fire circle already in place, filled with black ashes. Eric and the boy I thought was named Ben gathered broken branches of driftwood from the drier
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