July 8th, 2019


Имрӯз мо ба internet café рафтем, аммо дар онҷо wifiро хеле ганда буд. Ман як мос доштам. Як моспо хеле бомаза буд, аммо хеле гарон буд. Пагон ман ба бонк ё Рудакн Плаза меравам, ва пулам нваз мекунам. Ҳам нмрӯз дар дарс мо дар бори нав ше'р калнма барои намуд ва хислат гап занем. Имшаб, барои вазифаи хонагӣамон, мо ше'рро ёд мекунем. Ман ёд кардан дуст намедорам. Дар хӯроки пешин, мо торт дорем чунки днрӯз зодрӯзи донишҷӯ дар NSLI-Y. Шумо дидан метавонед: рӯзам шавқовар чабуд.     

Today we went to an internet café, but in there the wifi was very bad. I had ice cream. The ice was very tasty, but it was very expensive. Tomorrow I will go to the bank or Rudaki Plaza and exchange my money. Also today in class we spoke about a new poem and words for character and appearance. Tonight for homework we will memorize the poem. I do not like to memorize. At lunch we had cake because yesterday was the birthday of a student in NSLI-Y. You can see: my day was not interesting.

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