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                      I enjoyed their joy at the appearance of my first (but alas) and last
            puppies!
                      And the years have passed... Now it's harder for me because I'm also
            sick... My friends took me to someone they called "Mr. Doctor". There, I took
            all the "dust"/ the medicine - although it was very bitter - only because they
            gave them to me, because they know what they are doing... ...
                      For some time now, I've been moving with difficulty just to be close
            to them.
            I no longer have that light in my eyes... Only my soul trembles when I see them.
            My body doesn't help me anymore...
            Not long ago, I gathered all my strength, and I also participated with total joy at
            news that they will be...grandparents! My friends deserved this effort made by a
            poor old dog...
                      That's why I look gratefully into their eyes and with the last of my
            strength I ask them not to be sad. Please don't cry... I can't bear the tears on their
            faces...
                      I wonder If they are so close to a dog, how do they behave with their
            lot? I think it's great to be a human being! To give and receive love and
            understanding! Be considerate of those around you, be fair and, at the same
            time, friendly!
                      However, I'm not sorry that I'm an animal! Now I still have a big
            "wish"...
                      I don't know how to tell them that I really, really liked Inotesti, that
            village in the countryside, and that I would like to stay there, under the big tree,
            for the next... a thousand years!
            Well, I believe my friends know that. So, I am waiting for the last hour, calm,
            reconciled, and satisfied.
            What’s going on with me? It is as if it's hard to "think" anymore.
            It's quiet, so quiet, and it's getting dark...slowly, slowly...Is it already evening
            or...?
                      I close my tired eyes, not before looking for the last time at my dear
            masters whom I have called all my life " friends", or more simply Da...ni..e...la
            and ... and... Mar.


            Note  I wrote the story on a Sunday, the day on which Citta’s “next.... a
            thousand years..." began to flow!

            Homework / Classwork

            Task 1 (50 points)




                       Find the keywords in each paragraph .  Use them key words  to
            summarize the text above in about 100 to 120 words.
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