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MINERAL PARK - THE GHOST TOWN

Mineral Park is a town in the United States, which is called a 'ghost town'. At the beggining it was a very busy town with lots of people.

After work they liked to spend their free time in the saloons and restaurants. Each person was happy and merry!

After 1887 Mineral Park started to change into a quiet town. The town became nearly empty. Today, there are only a few ruined buildings left. Some people continue to visit Mineral Park to imagine what life was in the past.

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МИНЕРАЛЬНЫЙ ПАРК - ГОРОД-ПРИЗРАК

Минеральный Парк - это город в США, который прозвали 'городом-призраком',  

Это был очень оживленный город с большим количеством людей.

После работы они любили проводить свободное время в салонах и ресторанах. Каждый человек был счастливым и веселым!

После 1887 Минеральный Парк начал превращаться в тихий городок. Город стал почти пустым. Сегодня сохранилось только несколько разрушенных зданий. Некоторые люди продолжают приезжать в Минеральный Парк, чтобы представить, какая жизнь была в

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The job sounded interesting: with a fashion house in the city center. The telephone conversations I had had with them were relaxed and friendly, and the letter from the boss had also been a friendly one. He  had invited me to visit the office and join some of them for lunch. The appointment was at twelve o’clock. I naturally thought long and hard about what to wear. In the fashion business, of course, you were expected to be smart. The question was whether to be businesslike, or fashionable. There was something else to think about , too. I had  to get there by train and bus. The journey was over two hours, and that affects the clothes you choose. In the end, I decided to wear my most expensive clothes. These were a pair of boots, a pair of fashion jeans which had cost me a week’s salary, a hand-made sweater and a coat. I was nor very satisfied with my appearance, but at least everything was new and expensive. In fact, I realized on my arrival that I had chosen exactly the wrong clothes. The men in the office were wearing dark suits and ties. The women were in business suits. The boss was just as friendly as his letter had been. We looked round the offices, chatted about the business, and finally went out for lunch. They had chosen a smart restaurant nearby, where the boss was quite well known. The restaurant manager greeted him by name. Then he caught sight of me. He shook his head apologetically, and smiled. Sorry, he said, the house rules were quite clear. No one in jeans would be admitted .I led the way out , and  we  started looking for somewhere else to eat.