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Сделайте пересказ ЭТО СРОЧНО ПЖ : It was the weekend and I knew that my wife wasn't going to let me go and play golf with my friends until I finished the job she was asking me to do for weeks. My daughter wanted her stamp collection and as the attic was so unorganised, dusty and full of spiders, neither of them wanted to look. So, now it was my job to first sort, clean and then tidy the attic with the hope of finding the stamps in the process. I really didn't want to do it, but as I really wanted to play golf, I didn't have a choice. I started early hoping to finish by noon. After two hours of hard work, I realised that it wasn't the amount stuff I had to sort out that took time, but finding myself reliving the memories that came with everything. I found that had sentimental value. I spent hours running up and down the stairs, showing the family things, telling the story behind each and every one of them. I found photos of the good old days at school and family holidays. I found my daughter's first teddy bear, most of the pictures she drew at nursery and all my wife's failed attempts at painting. Without realizing it, it was three o'clock and I was nowhere near finished. I have a feeling that by the time I have finished this job, we will still have the same amount of things, but in a cleaner, tidier attic.​

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Автор рассказывает о том, как он должен был навести порядок в чердаке, чтобы найти коллекцию марок своей дочери. Его жена настаивала на этом уже несколько недель, а он хотел поиграть в гольф с друзьями. Он начал работать рано утром, но не успел закончить к полудню, как планировал. Он обнаружил много вещей, которые напомнили ему о прошлом и вызвали эмоции. Он показывал своей семье фотографии из школы и с отпусков, первого мишки дочери, ее рисунков из садика и неудачных картин жены. Он так увлекся воспоминаниями, что к трем часам дня он еще не приблизился к концу работы. Он думает, что когда он закончит, у него все равно будет столько же вещей, только в чистом и аккуратном чердаке.

Answer 2

It was the weekend, and I knew that I wouldn't be allowed to go play golf with my friends until I completed the task my wife had been asking me to do for weeks. My daughter needed her stamp collection, but the attic was a mess—unorganized, dusty, and full of spiders. Neither of them wanted to deal with it, so the job fell to me. My goal was to sort, clean, and tidy the attic, hoping to find the stamps in the process. Although I wasn't thrilled about the task, my desire to play golf left me with no choice. I began early, aiming to finish by noon.

As I dove into the work, I soon realized that the time-consuming part wasn't sorting through the stuff, but rather getting lost in the memories associated with each item. I discovered belongings that held sentimental value and got caught up reminiscing. Hours flew by as I went up and down the stairs, sharing stories about each item with my family. I stumbled upon old school photos, memories of family vacations, my daughter's early drawings, and my wife's painting attempts.

Before I knew it, it was already three o'clock, and I was far from completing the task. I had a hunch that by the time I finished, we would still have the same amount of belongings, but at least our attic would be cleaner and more organized.