Boooo everyone! 👻 Halloween is coming! So I have an interesting topic for discussion 😄 Today at my university English class we're discussing Halloween related spendings, advertisements, etc. So I got interested, how Halloween is celebrated in your offices and working places) Please tell about the Halloween traditions and activities at your work, university, or school 😊 Thank you in advance :)

Hello everyone! Hope you are having a nice day :) I have an interesting question. I was having my English lesson, where my teacher pronounced "Arkansas" like /ɑrkən,sɔ/. It was very surprising for me, since I was communicating with people from America who pronounced it in completely different way. So my question is: is there someone from America, exactly from Arkansas state, or anyone who traveled there? Please, tell how do you pronounce "Arkansas". Thank you in advance! 😊

Hello, everyone! I'm searching for someone from India) I really need small help for my university project 🥹 I can offer my help with English or Russian! Thank you in advance 😊

People dream about something They think of what they want to have. But for this dream they just do nothing They think this thing will come itself. Other people have no goals, They have never wished and dreamt. They have no answer for the question For what and why their time is spent. Anyway, the world is cruel, Nothing comes itself to us. The work and laziness in duel Is only half of success path. Only the victory of work Can lead you closer to your dreams But your laziness can lurk It is more cunning than it seems. While you work it's always near, You'll have to overcome and fight. Move forward through the pain and tears, Through injustice, chaos, fright... This way you will achieve your goals, You'll know the price of your success, Experience the situations That envious can never face. Don't listen to some people saying: "He's just lucky, look at him!" With memories about working Be proud, go against stream. Even though the world is mess Do your best, ignore the crowd. But keep in head, to reach success: Dream, work, achieve, be proud ✌️ It's my own poem) Please share your thoughts about it, I'm opened to constructive critics. Thank you so much for reading!

Here's a piece of my poetry They never tried to understand me, They never knew what I've been through, They judge from words and someone's gossips, And they don't care if it's true. Have you ever felt the same?

Here's my own saying: "There are always reasons to be sad. But why should I be sad, if there are reasons to be happy?" What's your opinion on it?

Hello, everyone :) I have a question for discussion) Do you like poetry? If you do, then what kind of it and in what language do you read? Have you ever written any yourself? I'd be very glad to hear your attitude ☺️

IN OUR WORLD... In our world of masks and strangers So big luck through all these fakes, Among pretending empty bodies To see the real person's face. In our world of using friendship It's nice to have a real friend, Who will help in all bad moments, Who'll never leave you, or pretend. In our world of greed and money People love for being rich. Girls are choosing guys with fathers, Guys spending time with their bitch. In our world of faked emotions It's so big luck to find someone, Who will care, love you trully, For who you'll be the "Number One". In our world of texts and photos We care the most about "likes", We want to have a lot of comments, But posts are fake the most of times. In our world of trends and fashion People think how they look like, Destroying, spoiling their bodies To make the crowds put the "like". In our world of stupid people For smarter ones it's hard to live, Another way of thinking - weapon, But loneliness can slowly kill In our world of empty crowds Don't change yourself to please someone. Just stay yourself, don't trust fake people, Wait for real friends and love. What do you think about my poem? I'd be very happy to hear your opinion)

Every person thinks I'm well, Because i smile and say "I'm good!" But behind this smile is hell, I never show my real mood. I'll never say that i feel bad I always keep inside this feeling I have to be depressed and sad, To lay and stare at the ceiling. I want to run, to scream and cry Emotions inside me are jumping. Like a huge wild monster wants to try To break the cage with head by bumping. This beast is mixture of emotions, Feelings, ovethoughts and pain. It breaks out, makes hard motions I can't stop it, it's insane. But one day it'll stop itself Because the beast gets really tired. I'll be exhausted, sad myself, But keeping silent, really quiet. it's my own poem. Who have ever felt the same? Share your thoughts about it