Descriptive esszét kell írnom angolórára. Én megírtam, de segÍtenétek kijavítani, mert ez az utolsó jegyünk és nem szeretném elrontani? A lényeg az, hogy: "Telling, not showing! "

Having visited the awesome museum of Dresden, I felt like the luckiest person in the whole world. The Zwinger, which sports three huge sections, is appraised as the biggest museum in Germany-wide.

It is 1st April. The flower beds already broke out into blossoms, some petite tulips are growing reaching high. Two children are running around the huge trees and talking in an exalted strain. Ten more minutes and the maths segment opens.

Silence broods over the room. Families are picking up step on the slipping, glossy floor. They admiringly peer at the protracted rusty telescopes, which were used during the night, along with their wide angle of sight. Their copper body is covered with platinum. The maps in the cartography are also wearing the creases of time, their sheets are gradually becoming yellow.

An old woman is sitting on the fence. Either she can probe the platinum compass or not. A tall, handsome worker takes some steps toward the cheerful woman and informs her that exhibitions cannot be touched.

Reaching the second floor, we arrive at a terrace. The lively atmosphere combines with glamour. Green leaves, blue sky, cold and fresh air. Absolutely magical! The milling crowd happily but slowly moves to the next section, which is dedicated to the arts.

...the exhibits cannot be touched...

És, az isten szerelmére, patina!!! :D