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| 03. | The Diary of The Trip / The beginning | | Maria Oleneva
I always thought that for well-educated person is not enough to know one
foreign language. Having entered the university, I have decided to study
second language. I couldn’t decided, which language is better - French,
German, Spanish or Italian? Each of them seem to me beautiful and useful.
I stopped puzzling over this question and decided to do as fate willed. I
had directed on the sixth floor of university, to the foreign languages
department. I wanted to make a choice based on the schedule: language which
is taught during time more convenient for me would become my second
language.
The Spanish and French department is situated closer to the entry on a
floor and that’s why I had seen it first. The door had been slightly
opened.
«Excuse me, where it is possible to learn about the schedule of classes?» I
had ask gingerly.
«What language you interests?» the only person sat in a room had asked.
There are such people: you feel trust and sympathy to them at once. They
should not speak or do something special: we at once guess in them "ours"
on tone of a voice, on a look.
«But it is possible to look somewhere all schedules?» I had finally become
confused. «Actually I still have not decided, what language to choose».
«Schedules are still not made, firstly we enrol students for the courses. I
am a teacher of Spanish, but I don’t wish impose on you anything».
Then he told about advantages of the Spanish. His words and especially his
confidence, energy and cheerfulness convinced me. So my choice had been
made.
Under the good combination of circumstances I had got in group with this
teacher. Classes strongly differed from the others: we talked much, joked,
discussed about things that interested us. Since first day the teacher
tried to speak with us in Russian as less as it possible. Sometimes our
conversations concerned South America. There was an idea to go to Ecuador,
but for some reason we quickly refused it.
Then there were CD’s of Manu Chao, books of Castaneda and Marquez, movie
«Diarios de Motocicleta» («The Motorcycle Diaries»). At 2004-2006 I had
time to do a bit of travelling across the Europe, but I wanted something
more original, unusual, bright. I always liked to travel on the countries
which language I know. The conclusion from this arose by itself.
I do not remember, in what moment I had decided that it is time to go, but
since that moment there was no day when I didn’t think about forthcoming
trip.
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