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the optimist
the optimist sees the doughnut, the pessimist - the hole.
there is a story of identical twins. one was a hope-filled optimist. the other twin was hopeless pessimist. at school the optimist did much better than his twin brother, who was always sad and jealous.
the worried parents of the boys brought them to the psychologist. he thought of a plan to balance the twins' personalities. he advised the parents to give the pessimist the best, the optimist the worst presents for their next birthday. the parents followed these instructions.
when in the morning they looked into the pessimist's room they heard him saying: "i don't like the colour of this i hate this i know someone who's got a bigger toy car than "
the little optimist, anyhow, was happily looking through his pile of old torn magazines, laughing and saying: "that's exactly what i have always wanted to read! "​

Last week i was on an excursion there. first we listened to a lecture on the history of our region which was very interesting. then a guide showed us the exposition of the museum. we walked through its halls looking at different stands with exhibits. there were ancient vases and coins, dishes and bowls, tools and arms. the guide told us about the origin and the age of the exhibits and answered our questions. the girls asked questions about national costumes and dishes and the boys were interested in arms.

At the present I go to school, so I'm very busy on weekdays. Because of this, unfortunately, I can't help in the house as often as my parents wish. However, I do my best to find the time to clean house.Every morning I get up and without any loss of time, I do my bed and go to the bathroom. Yawning, I wash my face, then I brush my teeth and go to have breakfast. After breakfast, I always wash the dishes myself after me and my family, because my mom and dad leave for work before me. They have no time to wash the dishes.At 8 o'clock sharp, I make my way to the school and at 4 on the dot I come back home. On my return, I cook something easy so that I might eat, and then I get down to the lessons. Lessons take me from half an hour to two hours a day. It all depends on how much homework our teacher gives to us. Then I put all the books and notebooks into place and start cleaning my room. Every day I dust. Every other day I vacuum. Sometimes in the evening we go shopping together with dad.From time to time, I help my mom wash, iron and do spring cleaning. But this happens not quite often. On the weekend I rest, meet friends, play in the yard and in the park across the street. She often gets angry with me for this, so I try to study well and make her happy making good progress in studies.