Once I was going by ship from San-Francisco to Yokohama. I shared my cabin with a man called Mr. Kelada. He was short and of a sturdy build, clean-shaven and dark-skinned, with a hooked nose and very large liquid eyes. His long black hair was curly. And though he introduced himself as an Englishman I felt sure that he was born under a bluer sky than is generally seen in England. Mr. Kelada was chatty. He talked of New York and of San Francisco. He dis-cussed plays, pictures and politics. He was familiar. Though I was a total stranger to him he used no such formality1 as to put mister before my name when he addressed me. I didn't like Mr. Kelada. I not only shared a cabin with him and ate three meals a day at the same table, but I couldn't walk round the deck without his joining me. It was impossible to snub him. It never occurred to him that he was not wanted. He was certain that you were as glad to see him as he was glad to see you. In your own house you might have kicked him down-stairs and slammed the door in his face.
Антон
Финансовый университет
Спасибо огромное за помощь! Исполнитель выполнил все очень быстро и качественно!
Инеса
Реавиз
Спасибо за очередное сочинение, уже не представляю, что бы без вас делали)
Оксана
Средняя школа
Не исполнитель, а просто НАХОДКА!!! Самый лучший. Спасибо, вам, большущее!!!!!!
Маргарита
ННГУ им Лобачевского
Спасибо) все быстро и качественно! Работа выполнена раньше , чем я рассчитывала