Curiosity killed the Cat
This is the introduction, at which, I would like to thank several people. First, my mother, who has given me life, secondly, my super-great cat, and last,but not least - all the other people, I have ever met, because... I don't care. And I mean, I don't care. Society is stupid (with very particular exceptions). But useful. So I would like to tell about my super-great cat. He is the hero. The one, who stood alive. Nobody knows, but he does walk without any wheelchair or other supporting devices. I took the article quite literally.
It was a great sunny afternoon, when I returned home from my school. I was eleven, my brother - eight; he had come home before me. At the moment when I opened the door, I felt like something had gone wrong. I stepped into the hallway, threw my jumper and bag on the ground and approached the living room.…
- Analysis of the Poem "My Voice" by Sir Oscar Wilde
- Curiosity killed the Cat
- The theme of war in Ernest Hemingway’s novel “Farewell to arms”
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