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Many people dream. Dream to visit the unknown countries, dream to fly by a balloon or to cross ocean on a sailing vessel. People dream of what that they don`t have, but would very much like to make or get. People dream of much, only not always their dreams come true.

Today the majority of us live in flats of multi-story houses. A small cell of the big ant hill. And, in spite of that, the person is a public essence; sometimes he wants to retire from this society. But even in the flat he not always can allow such luxury as loneliness. Because it is impossible to be isolated from members of the family in a two-room flat.

But business not in that can or not a person allow a loneliness to himself, but in that whether he may allow to make the dwelling such what he wants it to see. For many people living in flats, realization of this dream may become by building of the own house - to the taste and desire.

As for me, sometimes I would like to live in a simple bungalow, with wum furniture and straw venetian blind instead of curtains, and sometimes " it seems that in one room with bleach walls, a bed, case and shelves for books.

But nevertheless, I would like to live in the house, without neighbors with top and ground floors that my house stood lonely, somewhere at edge of city or a village.

My house of dream is a log house with a verandah and a penthouse on which it is necessary to rise on a screw staircase. In this house there should be a garage located in a basement, outdoor buildings near a house, a front garden, a place under the big garden and a kitchen garden. In the house should be carried out the water pipe, a gas main and sewage.

In short, it should be the good house with all personal belongings.
In the house of my dream there should be not less than eight rooms - a vestibule, a drawing room, a dining room, studies for the work, four - five rooms on each member of family, and also kitchen and two bathrooms. It would like to me that in my house necessarily is the fireplace on a ground floor around of which all family would gather. And that the furniture in the house was wooden.

I would like, that around of my house grew a fur-trees and a pines, and near from house flows a small fine, but very fast river. In general I would like to live somewhere in mountains, am closer to the north - in Norway, Sweden, Finland, Ireland or Canada - in the country of autumn weather where there are fogs and rains.

In such house and place I would like to live, and, leaving house for a while, always to come back.

My Dream House

As I approach the island on which my dream house awaits, I catch a quick

glimpse of it. It is huge, and is the most noticeable building in the area. My

private plane lands on the air strip next to the house. I get out of the plane

and start my journey through a heavily wooded path leading to my dream house.

I walk with anxiety toward the house at which I will spend the rest of my life.

All around me lie the most beautiful trees and plants you have ever seen. It

is peaceful but you can hear the sounds of birds chirping and small forest

creatures frolicking in the under brush. As I continue to walk along the path

the end starts to appear. I now see my house for the first time up close.

Nothing could have prepared me for the moment I was about to experience.

My house that I designed is all I imagined and more. It is a four story

dream on a huge fifteen acre lot. As I approach the stairs at the entrance to

the house I am surrounded by four columns leading to the most elegant doors I

have ever seen. They are made of mahogany and have a stained glass window in

the center. The handles and the frame is made of brass. As I continue around

the house I come across three windows overlooking the entrance to the house.

There are black shutters on each window. As the porch continues to the south

side of the house I am now looking over the Pacific Ocean. A huge eight foot

picture is facing the same way I am. As I look down and observe the ocean I

see two piers jutting out into the Pacific. On either side of the piers are

huge boulders protecting the coast line from erosion. The house's walls are

made of stucco and it has an old fashion shingles that are a clay color.

As I walk into the back yard I am surrounded by the best things a man

could ever want. Well not quite everything! But a lot of things. I walk

toward the road and I first come across a basketball court. To the left of the

basket ball court is a tennis court. There is a bar in between the two to take

a break at between games. On the opposite side of the yard there is an in

ground swimming pool that is connected to the pool inside the house. As my

journey comes to a close I notice a white gazebo off to the east of the house.

It is in a position such that you can see anyone entering or leaving the lot if

you are sitting in it.

As my plane leaves to go home to pack I take one last look at the house.

I think to myself, "Yes this is my dream house, My dream house."