It was happening two weeks ago. I was alone at home. I sat in my room and I watched TV. Suddenly I heard ring at the door. I rose and I slowly went to door, becouse film was very interesing. I opened the door. I saw a postman, whose gave me a telegram. I took it and I quickly came back. I opened the telegram and I read it. It wasn’t a good news. My uncle Stuart was died. My heart started strike as a hammer. I crushed this telegram. My hands was shiver. I don’t believe, so I read the telegram again. It was the truth...,,I saw him the day before yesterday’’-I thought.-,,I never see him. I never hear his voice’’. I was all in tears. I imagined his face, which always was very grave. Imagined holidays, which I spend with him and our conversation. I wept at the mere thought about my uncle. ,,It’s not truth!’’- I repeated.,, I loved my uncle. Why he must die?! I wan’t him come back’’-I screamed. This tragic news was broken my heart. I was fall asleep. When I woke up, I saw, that there isn’t the telegram on my table. I phone to my uncle Stuart’s home and I heard his voice. He was live!!!
,,It was only dream!’’-I said and I was very happy.
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