Я накатала Вероничке сочинение, но у меня конкретно поехала крыша, так как оно от лица Кими написано. Блин, вообще это бред, вернее бредовая ситуация: вы застряли в стеклянном лифте. Ну, какова тема такое и сочинение!
A Glass Elevator
A Glass Elevator
It was a quite spring evening. At deepening twilight, I walked out of my hotel room. My baggage was already packed and sent to the airport together with other equipment. I was supposed to come to the airport in a taxi together with my teammate Juan Pablo. I was a bit late since a sudden telephone call made me stay in the room 10 minutes longer. It was my wife who called. Jenny’s always doing stupid things and this one her favorite - to call and check what I’m doing. Anyways, I finally managed to get rid of her and swiftly walked towards a glass elevator. This elevator was the only remarkable sight of the hotel. It had three glass walls and you could see the whole city while coming up or down. The view was amazing! However, the elevator was quite slow-moving and it took several minutes to rich the ground.
I pushed the button and heard the elevator buzzing. Here I should add that it was the last 23rd floor. I walked in; an old grey-haired man joined me. The elevator began moving. It stopped at the next three floors. Now there were six of us in the elevator. I was watching the birds flying around a high spire and didn’t pay any attention to the people around me. The city was flickering with the lights of shop signs. The sky darkened very fast as it often happens in countries near the equator. Suddenly it was a sound like something had exploded. The light became so bright that it was hard to look at them. And then…
Then a dark night covered everything with its cloak. To say it simple, it was a power cut. Funny, isn’t it? The lift stopped a few seconds after the darkness had fallen. People began talking immediately. They were very nervous and annoyed me. It was dark and I couldn’t see who were exactly trapped with me. I heard someone faint. I bent down and saw that old man. I helped him to stand up. At this very moment, my cell phone rang. My teammate was stuck in another lift but not in a glass one. That one was an ordinary elevator. But he was luckier than I was because he stuck at the 2nd floor and it was possible to open the doors with hands. As for me, I was between 19th and 20th floor. A few moments later Juan Pablo told me he was ok, out of that lift.
I was extremely late. The plane was to leave at 10pm and it was almost 8. I called m boss telling him to delay the plane somehow. You know, we had our private jet but had to sell it last year because of some financial problems. Ron, my boss, swore at me, he thought I was drunk again. There was no power cut at the airport that was why it took me five minutes to explain Ron what was going on. Meanwhile, people were screaming and arguing. They were in a hurry as well. Then the elevator suddenly moved a little! Inch by inch we reached the 19th floor and a group of hotel workers somehow opened the door. “Kimi, come on or we’ll be late", shouted Juan.
On the way to the airport, Juan explained that he paid a large sum of money to hotel workers who pushed the elevator half a floor down. We caught the plane and everything was all right.