• a video recorder• a computer•a microwave oven• a CD play• a television• a telephone• a digital camera• a photocopier• a washing machine• a mobile phone• a refrigerator• a security system• a playstation• a vacuum cleaner• a ventilator (an electric fan)• an electric kettle• a toaster•
1. Which objects (inventions) can't you live without? Why?
2. Do you think that investigations are actually making our lives better or more complicated?
3. Are you afraid of or excited about technology? Which items in the box above do you most or least like using?
4. Do you feel that we are more and more controlled by machines?
5. What can you do if they go wrong?
6. Do you can believe that we will live in computerized homes in the near future? How do you imagine you future home?​

I was born in Izhevsk. It is a my native town so I know it very well. The most exciting place for me is (само место),  because there you can find modern atmoshere, polite people, who look after that so it is clean there. One of the most usefull quality of this old/not old  place it is quite near my home that's way I have to go not so far to visit it and it's not so dangerous. There are a lot of people at evening so it's much crowded, noizey and polluted and angry assistents can become rude. But at morning this place is empty and even boring. You can be safe there in that time.

We had such a fright last summer when we arrived at our holiday destination. We had imagined a country cottage in a picturesque village, where we would be able to spend a quite fortnight alone. However, when we arrived at the address which the travel agent had given us we could not believe our eyes. The house was opened by a thin old lady, who was wearing a dirty old dress. She showed us into the lining room, which was full of old and dusty furniture and had no TV, and than left us without saying anything. As it was late we went up we went up to the bedroom, which was so hot we couldn’t bear it. We tried to open the windows, but they were tightly shut, so we got into the bed, and tried to get to sleep. After a short time we heart a noise and we looked up and saw a young man trying desperately to open the window just as we had done. When he saw us, he disappeared through the door, which we had shut before going out. Our immediate reaction was to jump out of the bed, grab our things and spend the night in the car. The next day we discovered that the man we had seen the night before  had committed suicide by jumping out of the window in our bedroom forty years before. Every year since than, on the anniversary of his death, he had been seen in the room trying to open this window. Since than, however, his wife, the woman who had opened the door for us, had kept the window locked, which is why nobody could open it.