Heii! Hristos a inviat! Ma puteti ajuta si pe mine cu o compunere in engleza " calatorie in timp" am nevoie . Multumesc !
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A warm light and playful caresses my eyes full of sleep, the first sign that a new day has begun. Today we expect a day that defy routine. We will go into a village inhabited by Hutsuls, 4 kilometers from the border with Ukraine, a hamlet on the edge of the European Union.
The same sun liked accompanies us in Radauti train station waiting for the train Nisipitu. A long hissing sound. We take our backpacks back and when the train stopped in our right, we got choosing places us at the window. Sun continues to watch us while greedy includes heat of the morning coolness which gradually disappears.
We cross several countries. November descend to Nisipitu, in the most remote and hidden in Northern Station. It is a small railway station, which is included in the same mysterious atmosphere lies in the nature of those places. We follow a road, dusty dust and time seems deserted road. Seldom is heard in the distance a car engine, which gets increasingly closer to us, until we leave behind enveloped in a cloud of dust.
After half an hour of continuous operation arrive in Maple, one of the villages in the commune Brodina. From here we continue our journey through the forest. First we determine fatigue but to sit on a large cioata, to guard the entrance. We looked up and meet the sky is covered with a gray ZABRANI. In silence is cut away from proemineta of thunder. Sound urges us to hurry. The road in the woods seems to conspire with the mysterious world of Guzuls, seemingly resigned to being normal and heavy rain drops. Splashes silence merge with those of attaining divine that we feel stepping on meandering path that is lost among the tree trunks carved timpului.In irreversible switching away we see a rider approaching us, give us good day and lost on the same way I got us. We remain deeply amazed by that, that rider was a woman. The wonder was that ...
The same sun liked accompanies us in Radauti train station waiting for the train Nisipitu. A long hissing sound. We take our backpacks back and when the train stopped in our right, we got choosing places us at the window. Sun continues to watch us while greedy includes heat of the morning coolness which gradually disappears.
We cross several countries. November descend to Nisipitu, in the most remote and hidden in Northern Station. It is a small railway station, which is included in the same mysterious atmosphere lies in the nature of those places. We follow a road, dusty dust and time seems deserted road. Seldom is heard in the distance a car engine, which gets increasingly closer to us, until we leave behind enveloped in a cloud of dust.
After half an hour of continuous operation arrive in Maple, one of the villages in the commune Brodina. From here we continue our journey through the forest. First we determine fatigue but to sit on a large cioata, to guard the entrance. We looked up and meet the sky is covered with a gray ZABRANI. In silence is cut away from proemineta of thunder. Sound urges us to hurry. The road in the woods seems to conspire with the mysterious world of Guzuls, seemingly resigned to being normal and heavy rain drops. Splashes silence merge with those of attaining divine that we feel stepping on meandering path that is lost among the tree trunks carved timpului.In irreversible switching away we see a rider approaching us, give us good day and lost on the same way I got us. We remain deeply amazed by that, that rider was a woman. The wonder was that ...
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