How the cloud stopped crying. I tried to translate my new tale into English. Please, correct me if I made mistakes. One clear summer day a gloomy gray cloud appeared in the sky and began to cry. It started to rain. The sweet sun saw the clouds' tears and stretched its rays to the transparent water drops. They rushed to the ground and sparkled with all the colors of the rainbow in the sunshine. Some fell into a forest glade. Red strawberries grew in it. Others fell on the village bed. An orange carrot and a yellow turnip grew in the garden. Meadow covered with green grass. The blue river became full-flowing, and the blue stream sang its cheerful song louder. Tender violets bloomed in the garden. The cloud saw how beautiful it was around, and stopped crying.

The Sparky I tried to translate my fairy tale into English. Hope you will like it. Once upon a time there lived the Sparky with his Father Fire. They lived in the fireplace, which was in one of the the living rooms of a large old house. Father Fire was strong, bright and very hot. He lit and warmed the living room. Father Fire ate dry wood and therefore became even stronger. The Sparky was small, thoughtless, but very silly. He really wanted to know what was behind the carved fireplace grate. He dreamed to jump out of the fireplace and walked around the room, looking around. Many times Father Fire told his son that it is dangerous because of a fire, which could happen in the house. Like all children, the Sparky liked to play all day long, jumping from coal to coal without tirelessly, and sometimes did not obey his dad. His curiosity grew day by day. Once he could not stand it, jumped out of the fireplace and fell next to the soft, multi-colored carpet that lay on the floor. Many times The Sparky admired this carpet, looking at it from behind the fireplace grate. The carpet was brought by the Owner of the house from foreign unknown country and was decorated with a beautiful pattern. Being on the floor, the Sparky was very frightened. What could happen if he fell right on the carpet! It’s good that at that moment the Maid was cleaning up the room. She saw the Sparky on the floor, picked it up with a small iron scoop and threw it back into the fireplace, where he was waiting by the alarmed Father Fire. The Sparky apologized for his act. He became silent and expected that Father Fire become angry with him. But Father Fire cracked sadly, thinking about what had happened. Father Fire remembered his childhood. He also dreamed of traveling around the room and finally saw it, without harming anything in the house. In the evening, he told his son about his childhood. The Sparky was very happy when he heard his father’s story. He decided to be patient and wait in the wings. He did not waited for a long time. One fine day, the Owner of the house went to the fireplace. There was a candle in his hand. He held it out to the fireplace and the little Sparkle, jumping onto the wick of the candle to lit it. At that moment his dream came true: he saw the living room. After that he went on an exciting journey with the Owner to other rooms of the old house, lighting all around it.

To young readers. Dear friend! If you already can read, Take a book and open it. Here you'll find fantastic worlds, Full of images, filled with words. There live breath-taking stories, Wise parables, Glorious poems. Oldtime proverbs Sayings, Fables Funny riddles, Fairy tales. Take a book And open it. Don't waste the time! Begin to read!

Classroom rules I like to write poems and fairy tales for Russian children. Also I tried to write the poem in English. Classroom rules Boys and girls, For English lesson, Don`t forget To bring with you: Kind heart And clear mind, Helping hands For you and your friends. Listening ears, And looking eyes, Quiet mouth... And school supplies!