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Today, surfing the Internet, I met a wonderful website.
In the pages of this website, I could play the piano and guitar, I typed on a Russian keyboard, I have read pages on personal methods to learn languages other than their own language.
On this site I realized that I was advised not to use a bilingual dictionary. We recommend using a monolingual dictionary, the language you want to learn.
It is recommended not to write in the language you want to learn and it is recommended not to memorize a single word, but instead a sentence.
Reflecting on this recommendation, I agree with this method requires that every sentence you discover how language is structured.
Indeed, those who study a language other than their mother tongue, must learn how to express the thought in the other language and should not, however, translate into a second language as he is accustomed to thinking in his mother tongue.
I fear not to follow the method recommended in this site, but I sense that this suggested method should be effective.
I may add that in international communication, it is necessary to use simple sentences. The phrase simply does not lend and misunderstanding is more understandable.
Your way of speaking also should not resort to slang, dialect, or expressions used in the world that everyone attends every day for many different reasons. The whole expression should be simplified.
Perhaps thinking of contacting a child it can be a good way.
By a translation to another. See English version.
And now the text that you had written:
It was so nice when gran father sat us on his lap in front of the fireplace and told us stories about wolves coming to town during heavy snows.
Even if we were sick the loving, calm voice, the warm embraces and the slight caresses would contribute to our getting well.
We only had 1 doctor in the town and he was well respected by everybody.
He was the only one who had a car at the time and us children could hear the roaring of it's engine and fantasised about driving it.
I still remember the slow paced clipped-clop of the horses coming back from the market pulling the buggy behind them.
Every thing seems so far away now, yet it was such a natural, relaxing reality that kept our minds sane and our bodies healthy.
We held hands every where we went. We were never alone because we all lived in the same area for generations and we all knew each other.
The doors and the hearts were always opened to take someone in need in and help them out.
Children played happy without worries.
We played in the dirt, picked up sticks, made our own play houses.
We loved to hang around older people because they would tell us things and teach us things, then we would put in practice what we learned and our little success and satisfaction fulfilled us with pride and joy.
Ah! the small joys of life.
Even today I still believe the most beautiful things in life are free, they are just only there for the few that are willing to pick them.
Here you find my proposition for an international better comprension:
It was so nice when in front of the fireplace our grandfather took us on his knees and he recounted us stories about wolves that during heavy snowfalls had come in town.
Even if we were sick, his voice loving and calm, his warm embraces and his slight caresses, they have contributed to our getting well.
We only had a doctor in the town and he was well respected by everybody.
At that time the doctor was the only one who had a car. We heard the roaring of that engine, and we children had fantasized about drive an automobile.
I still remember the slow clip-clop of the horses coming back from the market pulling the buggy behind them.
Every thing seems so far away now, yet it was a reality such natural, a relaxing reality that kept our minds sane and our bodies healthy.
We held hands every where we went. We were never alone because we all lived in the same area for generations and we all knew of each other.
The doors and the hearts were always opened to take someone in need in, and help them out.
Children played happy, without worries.
We played in the dirt, we picked up sticks, we made our own play houses.
We loved to hang around older people, because they would tell us things and teach us things, then we would put in practice what we learned and our little success and satisfaction fulfilled us, with pride and joy.
From a translation to another. See Italian version.
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