Man tāds paradums rakstīt it kā no sava skatu punkta.
Atvainojos par kļūdām.


It hapend when I was ten. I was playing with with some kids in backyard. My favourite game - hide and seek. I was lucky so I didnt loose in rock, paper and scissors and in result of that I got to hide(I just hated to seek). I wasnt good at hiding and I tried to think of a new place where could I hide, sudently I saw a litle hole between hauses. I didnt tink twice and got in to the hole, it was biger than it seemed on first sight. There was a passage, I was a curious kid so I crawled, I was so excited that I forgot about the game. I dont remember how long I creeped, but after few moments I fell in to room, it was establed in baroque style. In middle of the room lyed big bed with baldahin, coverlet was black with red embroidered roses, Bed was made of mahongany, on each side of the bed standed litle tables, there were three candles on each of them. I walked up to the curtains, they were heavy and black, made of brocad. It was quite dark in the room so I pulled the curtains, and they softly huming careen.
But there was no window. It gave me creeps, I turned araund, but hole in the wall was getting smaller and before my eyes it completely disapeared.
I was so frigtened that I didnt dare to move, everthing was so quiet, not a single saund came to my ears, I heard only my breath and heartbeat. After a while I started to move, Went to the door and gently pushed the handle. door opened with long creak, I walked in to the hallway. Graund was covered whith red, long carpet. coridor was wide, tall oil lamps by the walls sheded red light. My shadows trembled in traubled light of the blazes. I peacefuly walked in the pasageway, it was so quiet and my steps resaunding, made my heart beat like rabid. I started to run. In the end of the pasege I saw grand door. I was afraid of the shadows I didnt stop runing, threw up my hands and strongly pulled the handles.

nju kā?

Kāpēc viņš/viņa ir so lucky ka nezaudēja rock/papers/scissors, ja jau nav good at hiding?
Hole betweek houses? Tas ir kā? kurmis starp mājām izracis zemā caurumu?
ten year old bērns zin, kas ir baroque style?
koka sveces? :)
"It was quite dark in the room"? Taču iepreikš "Everything was black, red and white"...
Kā frightened asociējas ar peacefully walking in the passageway?

lucky tāpēc, ka nepatīk meklēt.
Ja mājas ir viena otrai cieši blakus starp tām ir tāda kā šura eja, es tur esmu pat iekšā līdusi, tikai tur nekā tāda nebija.
es par baroque style zināju jau 8 gados
Black red and white tika domāts par audumu krāsām istabā, laikam jāiet editot.
Mierīgi iet, censties iet klusi, ļoti klusā garā lielā gaitenī, krēslainā, vairumam 10 gadīgu bērnu būtu bail.
eļļas sveces.

Tev gan rakstīts koka, nevis eļļas sveces:

bija domāts trīs sveces..., es nu gan esmu gudra XD

Shumin, Nebūs nekas tāds es to story domāju izvilkt vismaz uz 10 šādiem rakstiem, varbūt vairāk...

Ir ok, bet... Neraksti angliski.
Tava angļu valoda nav tik laba. Uzreiz daudz ko izbojā. x_x

P.S. LMFAO, Shumins! XDDD