I have a lot of friends, but the best friend of mine is Irina. She has blue eyes, a round face, fair hair and a broad smile. She is short and slim. I have known her for a long time, since our first school years. But we became true friends four years ago. We have much in common: we like English and psychology, sport and dancing.
We are looking at this world in the same way and first estimate a person’s mind, their kindness. We don’t understand meanness and treachery. For many years we have been sitting at the same desk: Irina and me.
But it’s only recollections now. On a May morning the last bell rang for us for the last time and in the farewell waltz the last school ball was dancing.
Irina chose the profession of psychologist and handed in the application for admittance to the institute. She finished school excellently and she won’t have any problems with the admittance, I hope. We shall study at different institutes and, of course, we won’t see each other very often.
But at weekends I’ll come to her place. Irina has wonderful parents. We have a good time together. I think that we shan’t stop going to the gym at school and we’ll often meet our school friends.
I also have a pen-friend. Her name’s Vika. She lives in Moscow. Vika is a model. She has an oval face, green eyes, straight nose and full red lips. She is rather tall and slim. She has long, curly brown hair. We spend a lot of time together.
I love my friends and I think they are my true friends.