what's the difference between Laugh and laughter? Is there any difference between them ? Can I say :she has a contagious laugh and she has a contagious laughter?

Can anybody correct this text? Vienna, 8 July 2015 Dear Catherine, How are you? How is your holiday going? Are you having the time of your life? I hope you are. My holiday has just begun! I left two days ago from Rome and now I'm relaxing on a soft bed in a small, beautiful hotel in the centre of Vienna. To be honest, the beginning of my holiday was a disaster! The forces of evil seemed to urge over me and they appeared to want me not to go on holiday. Firstly, I forgot to set the alarm clock for 7 o' clock with the result that the next morning I woke up almost half an hour later. I didn't miss the train by the skin of my teeth! Secondly, once I arrived in Vienna, I realized I had left one of my two suitcases at the station...in Italy! Thirdly, when I finally got to the hotel, the receptionist told me they hadn't received my email, so I hadn't a booked room! Nevertheless, they told me that if I had the patience to wait some hours, I could have a little room...all for me! The hotel's owner apologized for such an unpleasant situation; they are really polite and they were remarkably sorry for what had happened. However, I had to kill time so I went to a cafe (a sheer jewel!) and ordered a local beverage. At the beginning it tasted awful but then when I swallowed it, it became so sweet! As it was raining and I didn't have any umbrella, I decided to stay in there. So I opened the book I had put in my bag and switched on the MP3. You can't imagine how relaxing it was: reading while listening to Beethoven's Sixth Symphony, sipping a warm drink and perceiving the rain. As far as the room I'm staying in at the moment is concerned, it couldn't have been better! I was told it was wonderful and so it is! It seems to be a little paradise in the centre of the ancient Imperial city of Vienna. Last night, when I was lying in bed, I thought that all the people in this hotel are its angels. I'm sure you'd be laughing at me if you were here! "you have too much imagination!" you'd say, as always. Maybe you're right but one thing is certain: this place is heavenly! You should have come! Vienna is such a lovely city! You'd fall in love with it. Tell me what you're doing and what you're going to do! Looking forward to your reply yours Cristina

Can you correct this, please? :) L'Aquila, 8 July 2015 Dear Laura, how are you? So much time has passed since you left for London! You are so lucky...I've never been to London but I'd love to. How long are you going to stay there? If I remember well, you told me that you wanted to stay in London for three months...is it right? However, if I were you, I'd be staying as much time as possible. I was told London is a beautiful city...Have you visited anything yet? Are you having the time of your life? As far as my holiday is concerned,well, it's not the greatest sort one can imagine. I'm staying with my friends here , in L'Aquila; at times it's really pleasant (above all when you relax or go out with them) but at other times everything seems so boring to me! As you know, L'Aquila is a mountain town and spending the whole summer without the sea is indescribably terrible (above all to me who was born in a sea town!!) I'm really looking forward to visiting my parents and coming back home! By the way, some days ago I read in a local paper that a travel agency organizes a trip to Pesaro ( the trip will take place in October). The main topic of the trip is Gioacchino Rossini, the well-known composer who was born in this city in 1792. And guess what! People under 25 pay only 30 euros. It's a great bargain if you consider that you're leaving (by couch) at 6 a.m from L'Aquila; then, when you're arriving, you're having lunch in a restaurant near the museum Rossini (the birthplace of the composer). And after visiting the museum, you'll have some hours to go sightseeing. I think it's a good price. Tell me what your opinion about it is. Looking forward to your reply yours Cristina P.S. Could you buy a souvenir for me,please? And do not forget to tell me how London is like...I'm so curious!

Can you correct this? London, 4/7/2015 Dear Sarah, how are you? How is your holiday going? I hope you are really enjoying it! Unfortunately, my holiday will be short this year. Yesterday I arrived in London, after an almost-two-hour flight. I was told that flying is really stressful but it wasn't that stressful at all...maybe because it didn't last long. I'm quite sure that if my flight had lasted longer, I'd be worn out. However, once I arrived, I immediately fell in love with this beautiful city! I've never been in London before and I couldn't imagine it would be so great! I ate in little restaurant and later visited a museum. Unfortunately, the hostel where I'd be staying isn't in London (it's about 25 minutes away from the city). Nevertheless, when Martha, the daughter of the hotel's owner, picked me up, she told me the hostel was small but a sheer jewel. In fact, as I got out the car, I was surprised how wondrous the little paradise which stood in front of me was. I'm writing to you but my attention is continuously drawn by the ancient fountain in the courtyard. All around there are beds in full bloom. You should have come here! I couldn't have found a better accommodation! And the people are all smiles and laughter! I really feel so good here. And Martha has such a contagious laughter...last night, when I was in bed, I heard her laugh upstairs: I couldn't stop myself from laughing! By the way, I finished the book you had lent me! As soon as I visit , you, I'll give it back. I finished it and shortly afterwards I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Today I'm going to visit the museum of modern Art. Martha suggested me to visit a museum of ancient weapons, but honestly, I'm the least bit interested in it. Write me what you're doing and what you're going to do. Do not forget to buy a souvenir for me! Looking forward to your reply Yours Cristina

Writing a letter :) London, 4/7/2015 Dear Sarah, how are you? How is your holiday going? I hope you are really enjoying it! Unfortunately, my holiday will be short this year. Yesterday I arrived in London, after an almost-two-hour flight. I was told that flying is really stressful but it wasn't that stressful at all...maybe because it didn't last long. I'm quite sure that if my flight had lasted longer, I'd be worn out. However, once I arrived, I immediately fell in love with this beautiful city! I've never been in London before and I couldn't imagine it would be so great! I ate in little restaurant and later visited a museum. Unfortunately, the hostel where I'd be staying isn't in London (it's about 25 minutes away from the city). Nevertheless, when Martha, the daughter of the hotel's owner, picked me up, she told me the hostel was small but a sheer jewel. In fact, as I got out the car, I was surprised how wondrous the little paradise which stood in front of me was. I'm writing to you but my attention is continuously drawn by the ancient fountain in the courtyard. All around there are beds in full bloom. You should have come here! I couldn't have found a better accommodation! And the people are all smiles and laughter! I really feel so good here. And Martha has such a contagious laughter...last night, when I was in bed, I heard her laugh upstairs: I couldn't stop myself from laughing! By the way, I finished the book you had lent me! As soon as I visit , you, I'll give it back. I finished it and shortly afterwards I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Today I'm going to visit the museum of modern Art. Martha suggested me to visit a museum of ancient weapons, but honestly, I'm the least bit interested in it. Write me what you're doing and what you're going to do. Do not forget to buy a souvenir for me! Looking forward to your reply Yours Cristina

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A summary of a story I read some days ago Stanley Wade was a successful 50-year-old lawyer. One evening, after the work, he decided to buy a frozen pizza for his wife and for himself. While he was choosing which pizza to buy, he saw a tall man pratically breathing on him. The man asked Stanley whether he was Lawyer Wade and after he got a positive answer, he disappeared. When Stanley was convinced the man was no longer in the shop, he strolled to his car, but some minutes later, a pistol approached his head and the man he had met in the shop was now throwing him into a pickup. A very young man was driving; shortly afterwards the man with the pistol introduced himself: he was Jim Cranwell and the boy driving the pickup was his son Doyle. Stainley had already heard that name but couldn't remember on which occassion. But when he heard from Jim the phrase"Michael's case" ,the brain damaged child, he suddenly remembered that case. It had been eight years earlier Stanley met that man. After a lot of driving, they arrived at a small brick house. Stainley was led, always with the pistol behind his neck, to a small room where a little boy was lying on a bed. Now Stainley could perfectly remember that child, whose name was Michael. Jim was his father and next to the bed was Becky, Michael's mother. The lawyer could feel the anger of those peoplr, he could see it in their eyes. Jim took from a drawer the transcription of the trial. He reminded Stainley to ahve called them "opportunistic" only because they had asked for money for their child's assistance. If theie child were in those conditions, it was because of Dr. Trane who had made many mistakea before, during and after the birth of Michael. Dr. Trane was Stainley's clients and their victory had been overwhelming. But now, after eight years, it was , even to the lawyer, an injustice. There had been nothing to punish Dr. Trane. There had been only lies. After Jim told Stainley about their suffering life, he led the lawyer to the pickup again. Time passed and Stainley believed he would be killed for what he had done to simple people like the Cranwells. But Jim stopped the pickup and said" you have no idea of the misery you have caused". Stainley returned home but said nothing about what had happened that night.

This is the summary of a story I read some days ago Stanley Wade was a successful 50-year-old lawyer. One evening, after the work, he decided to buy a frozen pizza for his wife and for himself. While he was choosing which pizza to buy, he saw a tall man pratically breathing on him. The man asked Stanley whether he was Lawyer Wade and after he got a positive answer, he disappeared. When Stanley was convinced the man was no longer in the shop, he strolled to his car, but some minutes later, a pistol approached his head and the man he had met in the shop was now throwing him into a pickup. A very young man was driving; shortly afterwards the man with the pistol introduced himself: he was Jim Cranwell and the boy driving the pickup was his son Doyle. Stainley had already heard that name but couldn't remember on which occassion. But when he heard from Jim the phrase"Michael's case" ,the brain damaged child, he suddenly remembered that case. It had been eight years earlier Stanley met that man. After a lot of driving, they arrived at a small brick house. Stainley was led, always with the pistol behind his neck, to a small room where a little boy was lying on a bed. Now Stainley could perfectly remember that child, whose name was Michael. Jim was his father and next to the bed was Becky, Michael's mother. The lawyer could feel the anger of those peoplr, he could see it in their eyes. Jim took from a drawer the transcription of the trial. He reminded Stainley to ahve called them "opportunistic" only because they had asked for money for their child's assistance. If theie child were in those conditions, it was because of Dr. Trane who had made many mistakea before, during and after the birth of Michael. Dr. Trane was Stainley's clients and their victory had been overwhelming. But now, after eight years, it was , even to the lawyer, an injustice. There had been nothing to punish Dr. Trane. There had been only lies. After Jim told Stainley about their suffering life, he led the lawyer to the pickup again. Time passed and Stainley believed he would be killed for what he had done to simple people like the Cranwells. But Jim stopped the pickup and said" you have no idea of the misery you have caused". Stainley returned home but said nothing about what had happened that night.

This is the summary of a story I read some days ago Stanley Wade was a successful 50-year-old lawyer. One evening, after the work, he decided to buy a frozen pizza for his wife and for himself. While he was choosing which pizza to buy, he saw a tall man pratically breathing on him. The man asked Stanley whether he was Lawyer Wade and after he got a positive answer, he disappeared. When Stanley was convinced the man was no longer in the shop, he strolled to his car, but some minutes later, a pistol approached his head and the man he had met in the shop was now throwing him into a pickup. A very young man was driving; shortly afterwards the man with the pistol introduced himself: he was Jim Cranwell and the boy driving the pickup was his son Doyle. Stainley had already heard that name but couldn't remember on which occassion. But when he heard from Jim the phrase"Michael's case" ,the brain damaged child, he suddenly remembered that case. It had been eight years earlier Stanley met that man. After a lot of driving, they arrived at a small brick house. Stainley was led, always with the pistol behind his neck, to a small room where a little boy was lying on a bed. Now Stainley could perfectly remember that child, whose name was Michael. Jim was his father and next to the bed was Becky, Michael's mother. The lawyer could feel the anger of those peoplr, he could see it in their eyes. Jim took from a drawer the transcription of the trial. He reminded Stainley to ahve called them "opportunistic" only because they had asked for money for their child's assistance. If theie child were in those conditions, it was because of Dr. Trane who had made many mistakea before, during and after the birth of Michael. Dr. Trane was Stainley's clients and their victory had been overwhelming. But now, after eight years, it was , even to the lawyer, an injustice. There had been nothing to punish Dr. Trane. There had been only lies. After Jim told Stainley about their suffering life, he led the lawyer to the pickup again. Time passed and Stainley believed he would be killed for what he had done to simple people like the Cranwells. But Jim stopped the pickup and said" you have no idea of the misery you have caused". Stainley returned home but said nothing about what had happened that night.