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it happened in the second half of July when my father, my elder brother and I decided to go to the woods and gather mushrooms there. It was a hot summer day. On reaching the woods, we sat in the shade under a big oak tree. It was a marvellous place from which we could admire the picturesque landscape surrounding us. What pleasure it was to enjoy the blue tits' and black-birds' singing! What a symphony of birds' calling to each other you could hear in the quiet woods!
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