continuation chapter II ‘You don’t still put on your slippers!’ said mother sighing. ‘But I put on the warm socks’ said Seraphim in an offended tone. ‘Let it be’ said mother seeing nothing, of course. Mother took his hand gently to go (away). Seraphim looked at his new friend and added in a whisper ‘My name is Seraphim’. ‘My name is Dzhep-rif-rink’ came the shrill echo.

Chapter II An Orange Socks. The rays of theSun woke a little Seraphim. He looked at how they were playing on the wall a bit and yawning to begin to get up. Pleasant smell of fried eggs spread through the house. And this morning Seraphim decided not to put on and ran in his pajamas to the kitchen. 'Good morning mom!' cried Seraphim. Mother kissed his hair looked like the hair of a little lion. 'Why don't you put on your slippers?' asked mother. 'Let me think' said Seraphim sniffing. 'Where can i hide them?' he said to himself. He liked hiding his favorite things, but then he often forgot where this secret places were. And he didn't say a word to walk slowly to his room. No sooner had he entered the room then he remembered that he put the slippers on the window sill in order to they could look out window and wouldn't miss him in the morning. But there were no the slippers. Instead ones were some beautiful fluffy orange socks looked like valenki without soles. Seraphim grabbed them and ran to the kitchen. He took a step and heard that somebody sneezed behind him. He turned, but no one was in his room. Seraphim only felt light tickling and soft breeze around his body. In a second Dzhep-rif-rink appeared in front of him. 'How do you get it?' asked Seraphim rather bravely. He wasn't afraid, because he had already seen such dwarfs in books and cartoons many times. And he thought if he read and saw them, sooner or later he would meet them certainly. 'When I'm touching you I become like you' said Dzhep-rif-rink in a funny tone. 'What is your real height?' wondered Seraphim. 'I'm tiny. I need to touch my mom or dad and I will be myself' answered Dzhep-rif-rink. 'How interesting' said Seraphim smiling. He was a (the) kind and sociable boy. And he was always glad to meet with new friends. At last he noticed his slippers on Dzhep-rif-rink. 'Does it mean your socks?' Seraphim asked in a sad tone. 'Yes. I'm sorry, I take your thing without permission. I suggest that I like your slippers you like my socks. I dream to have many diffrent sleappers. But I have no!'said Dzhep-rif-rink in a melancholy tone. 'I want to change my toys every day!' said Seraphim dreamily.'Seraphim!' called his mother. 'When can we meet again?' wanted to know Seraphim. 'I live in violets' answered Dzhep-rif-rink.'Do you live in violets what there is on my window sill? But why can't I see you before?'cried Seraphim amusedly. Dzhep-rif-rink had no time to answer,because Seraphim's mother came into his room.

Fairy tale. Fairy tale Bum-ba-ram-ki CHAPTER I Who are Bum-ba-ram-ki? Adults think (they would rather not think about them at all), that Bum-ba-ram-ki don’t exist. But Bum-ba-ram-ki live in our world. Bum-ba-ram-ki and adults just don’t see each other. Bum-ba-ram-ki can only see children. And by the way they think, that our world is made up of children. Bum-ba-ram-ki are very funny and curious. They get on with children. Their languages are similar and it facilitates communication. Bum-ba-ram-ki live in flowers. They like chocolate and biscuit. And children share sweet with pleasure, because Bum-ba-ram-ki show magic tricks. One nice spring morning began the friendship of Bum-ba-ram-ki, who is called Dzhep-rif-rink and a little boy, who name is Seraphim.

Extreme sports. Nowadays when everything is developing rapidly, traditional sports are changing, too. About 15 years ago so called extreme sports became very popular. They are fast, venturesome, dangerous, special, excessive, outstanding. Many people in the world prefer to go in for extreme sports than in for traditional sports. The most popular types (kinds) of extreme sports are: skydiving, skiboarding, bungee jumping, base jumping, street luge, ice-climbing, zorbing. Each of them is unique and fascinating. There isn't a person in the world who heard nothing of extreme sports and who can be indifferent to the athletes doing difficult tricks. I have never been at such competitions. However, when I watch TV and find the program about extreme sport by chance, I'm fascinated by the things that sportsmen are doing. I admire these brave people because I understand, how it’s difficult to do all these things. People must spend a lot of time on training, they also need incredible physical and mental strength. It's the whole world with its trainings, competitions, experiences and injuries. People who have never gone in for extreme sports and won’t learn them in the future can only guess what kind of emotions and feelings these sportsmen experience. Of course, on the one hand, this is a breathtaking sport. But on the other hand, there are essential minuses in extreme sports. They are dangerous and expensive. Doing base jumping can get you into trouble with the police. But people who can say: “Extreme sport is life and life is extreme sport!” usually don’t think about these disadvantages. Danger for these people is an integral part of their desires and price for their feelings and emotions without which they can’t live. I think, they challenge themselves. And they are ready to jump, climb, swim and fly in extreme situations again and again for the sake of their keen sensations and high-adrenaline. Extreme Sports will be developing by all means. New kinds of sport will be invented. People will continue to create the history of sport, strike us with new records sometimes at the cost of their lives.