Текст на английском про себя

Hello! My name is Sofia. I am eleven years old. I am from Tula, a city in Russia.

I am a pupil. I am in the fifth form. My favourite subjects are English and art.

I have got a mum, a dad and a little brother. We have got a dog. Her name is Lucky.

I like drawing and reading books. I can swim and ride a bike. I don't like getting up early!

My favourite colour is green. My favourite food is pizza.

My name is Egor, and I am fourteen. I live in Krasnodar, in the south of Russia, where the summers are long and hot. I am in the eighth form.

People say that I am cheerful and talkative, but sometimes I am a bit lazy, especially in the morning. My best quality is that I never give up when something is difficult.

My biggest hobby is photography. Two years ago my uncle gave me his old camera, and since that day I have taken photos almost every day. I like taking pictures of birds and old buildings because they look more interesting than people.

At the moment I am learning to edit photos on my computer. It is harder than I expected, but it is fun.

In the future I am going to study design. I want to make beautiful things that people use every day.

Writing about yourself is surprisingly difficult. When our English teacher asked us to describe ourselves, I stared at an empty page for ten minutes. In the end I decided to start with simple facts: my name is Polina, I am fifteen, and I live in Kazan with my parents and our very old cat.

I would describe myself as an introvert. I enjoy spending time with a few close friends, but large parties make me tired. However, I have noticed that I become much more confident when I talk about things that interest me, such as astronomy or the books I have recently read.

Over the past year I have tried to step out of my comfort zone. I joined the school debate club, which was frightening at first because I hate speaking in public. Although I still get nervous before every debate, I have already won two of them.

I am not sure yet what I want to do after school. Physics attracts me, but I also love languages. My parents say that I don't need to decide everything right now.

If I pass my exams well, I will try to enter a university where I can combine both interests.

Whenever I am asked to tell people about myself, I notice how easily I slip into a list of labels: seventeen years old, from Perm, a future engineer, a fan of rock climbing. All of this is accurate, and yet none of it quite captures who I am. Labels describe what I do; they say very little about how I think.

Looking back at the boy I was five years ago, I hardly recognise him. He was convinced that he was bad at maths, avoided anything he might fail at and measured his worth by other people's opinions. Had a teacher not persuaded me to take part in a regional olympiad, I might still believe that I had no talent for numbers. I did not win, but preparing for it showed me that ability grows with effort rather than being fixed at birth.

That discovery has shaped many of my choices since. I took up climbing precisely because it frightened me, and I have learnt that the fear of falling is usually worse than the fall itself. Equally, I have become more comfortable admitting that I do not know something, which, ironically, has made me learn faster.

There are, of course, things I am still working on. I am impatient, I tend to take on more than I can handle, and I find it hard to ask for help.

If I could give my younger self one piece of advice, it would be to stop trying to be the finished version of a person. Identity, I now believe, is less like a portrait and more like a draft, and the most interesting part of writing about myself is knowing that the text is not yet complete.