Это был тихий летний вечер,почти но

Это был тихий летний вечер,почти ночь. Полная луна освещала двор,который погрузился в тишину. Стоя на балконе я начинала чувствовать то,что люди называют вдохновением. Это чувство появилось не сразу-оно было нарастающим,притягивающим,побуждающим творить. В моём случае-это рисовать. Я начала заниматься этим делом ещё в детстве,когда,вырисовывая закорючки и маленькие незамысловатые рисунки, мама сказала, что они притягивают внимание. Тогда я по-другому на них посмотрела,и они мне понравились.И тогда же рисование и стало делом всей моей жизни,без которого можно было бы впасть в уныние. Сейчас мои рисунки ещё далеки до совершенства,но и уже не те закорючки из детства, с которых когда-то всё начиналось.Отвлекаясь от давних воспоминаний, я взяла альбомные листы и простой карандаш с резинкой,которые всегда покоились на балконе-любимом месте,источником умиротворения и спокойствия.Ещё одним очень важным побуждением рисовать была музыка.Наушники в ушах помогали увидеть мир под другим углом,взглянуть на обычные,привычные глазу вещи и понять,какие они на самом деле уникальные и прекрасные.
Поначалу в голове была пустота,лишь желание рисовать,вот только что-непонятно.Однако так всегда.Буря нахлынувших эмоций в душе,помогающая увидеть картинки в голове,которые так и просятся на бумагу,захватывает спустя небольшой отрывок времени. Карандаш стачивается,но это не проблема,ведь где-то рядом всегда припасена точилка. Один лист сменяет другой, точно так же,как минуты заменяют друг друга-с бешеной скоростью. Неправильные черты или тени,которые просто так не перерисуешь и слишком идеальная картинка в голове. В погоне за нею я и на замечаю, как наступает рассвет.Рассвет-время,когда то,что было ночью,кажется сладким сном.Оглядываясь на неудавшиеся листы приходит понимание того, как порой медленно и какими маленькими шажками ты идёшь по дороге к совершенству.Когда даже не видишь её конца. Может он совсем рядом, а может отпечатается ещё на сотнях таких же простых альбомных листах,но которые обязательно приведут к концу.Приведут к совершенству.

Результаты (английский) 1:

It was a quiet summer evening, almost overnight. The full moon lit up the courtyard, which was plunged into silence. Standing on the balcony, I began to feel what people call inspiration. That feeling appeared not at once-it was growing, attracting, motivating work. In my case, is a draw. I started to pursue the case even in childhood when, vyrisovyvaâ and little curlicues along simple drawings, mom said that they attract attention. Then I looked at them in another way, and they liked me and at the same time drawing and became a matter of my entire life, without which it would be possible to fall into despondency. Now my pictures still far to perfection, but are not the same from childhood, with curlicues along which it all began. Distracted from the ancient memories, I picked up the album sheets and pencil with an eraser, which has always rested on the balcony-a favourite place, source of peace and tranquility. Another very important motivation to draw was the music in the ears Headphones. helped to see the world from another angle, look at ordinary, familiar looking things and understand what they really are unique and beautiful.Initially in the head was void, only the desire to draw, that's just something incomprehensible. But always. Storm tide of emotion in the shower to help see the pictures in my head, that will inspire you on paper, captures a small excerpt of time later. The impeller being worn on the pencil, but it's not a problem, because somewhere near always pripasena Sharpener. One sheet is replaced by another, just as minute substitute each other with furious speed. Incorrect features or shadows that just so pererisueš′ and not too perfect picture in my head. Chasing her on and I notice, how comes the dawn Dawn-a time when that was the night seems to be a sweet bedtime. Looking back on failed sheets comes in understanding how slowly and sometimes what you go small steps on the road to excellence. its not even finish. Can he close by and can even otpečataetsâ on hundreds of the same simple album sheets, but which necessarily lead to end. Will lead to perfection.

Результаты (английский) 2:

It was a quiet summer evening, almost night. The full moon illuminated the courtyard, which is immersed in the silence. Standing on the balcony, I was beginning to feel what people call inspiration. This feeling did not appear at once, it has been growing, attracting, motivating to create. In my case, it's a draw. I started this business as a child, when painting a little squiggles and uncomplicated designs, mom said that they attract attention. Then I differently looked at them, and they to me ponravilis.I at the same time drawing and become a thing of my life, without which one would fall into despondency. Now my drawings still far from perfection, but not those squiggles from childhood, from which once nachinalos.Otvlekayas everything from old memories, I took the album pages and a pencil with a rubber band that has always rested on the balcony, favorite place, a source peace and spokoystviya.Eschё a very important motive was to draw muzyka.Naushniki ears help seeing the world from a different angle to look at the usual, habitual eye things and understand what they are really unique and beautiful.
At first, there was an emptiness in my head, just the desire to draw, that's just something so neponyatno.Odnako vsegda.Burya surging emotions in my heart to help see the pictures in my head that just asks for paper, grabs after a short passage of time. Pencil grinds, but it is not a problem, because somewhere there is always stashed sharpener. One sheet replaces another, just as a minute, replace each other at a breakneck pace. Incorrect or shade features that do not just pererisuesh and too perfect a picture in my head. In pursuit of her and I notice how sets rassvet.Rassvet-time, when what was at night, it seems sweet snom.Oglyadyvayas sheets failed to come to understand how often and how slowly you go in small steps on the road to perfection. When not even see it end. Maybe he's right next to, and can print on hundreds of more of the same simple album pages, but which necessarily lead to the kontsu.Privedut to perfection.

Результаты (английский) 3:

It was a quiet summer evening,almost night. Full moon covered courtyard,which was plunged into silence. Standing on the balcony i began feel,the people referred to as an inspiration.This is a feeling you do not immediately, it was growing,disturbed,motivating creative. In my case, this draw. I began to pursue the case since I was a kid,when,Вырисовывая it sinks and small simple pictures, mother said that they attract attention. At that time, i differently on them true,and they liked me.and at the same time drawing and it has become a matter my entire life,Without which could be wound in the disheartening. It is now my pictures are still far from perfect, but it is not and is already establishing a connection with those from childhood, with which the all started.without detracting from long-standing memories,I took the sheets landscape orientations and a simple pencil with eraser,which has always relied heavily on the balcony of your favorite place,a source of peace and tranquillity.One of the very important impulse draw was music.Headphones in your ears have helped to see the world from another angle,look at normal,familiar eye things and understand,what they are in fact unique and beautiful.
initially in his head was emptiness,only a desire to draw,