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Inglês:
Environment
Our planet is changing every day. These changes are caused, unfortunately, by many human actions and caused by pollution, global warming, emission of large amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere, among other factors.
The main environmental problems are global warming, caused by large emissions of greenhouse effect; depletion of the ozone layer caused by the emission of certain gases in the environment and pollution of soil and air due to greenhouse gases and to contamination of soil due ace dumps. It adds also to decrease and extinction of species due to the destruction of their habitats and the hunting of animals for personal purposes, including the use of their skins to make clothing and their bodies to create different materials.
In conclusion, protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility. The human being must change its behavior since they are putting the future of our planet in dangeour.
Português:
meio ambiente
O nosso planeta está a mudar a cada dia que passa. Estas mudanças são provocadas, infelizmente, por inúmeras ações humanas e causadas pela poluição, aquecimento global, emissão de grandes quantidades de dióxido de carbono para a atmosfera, entre outros fatores.
Os principais problemas ambientais são o aquecimento global, causado pela grande emissão de gases com efeito de estufa; diminuição da camada de ozono, provocada pela emissão de determinados gases no meio ambiente e a poluição dos solos e do ar devido aos gases poluentes e á contaminação dos solos devido ás lixeiras. Acrescenta-se também a diminuição e extinção de espécies devido á destruição dos seus habitats e á caça de animais para fins pessoais, nomeadamente a utilização das suas peles para fazer roupa e dos seus órgãos para criar diversas matérias.
Em conclusão, proteger o ambiente é responsabilidade de todos. O ser humano tem de alterar os seus comportamentos pois está a pôr em causa o futuro do nosso planeta.
INGLÊS: The Stairs
When I was growing up, we lived in a little house with a full basement. Mom made the basement cozy with a rug covering the concrete floor and a couch and chair that we could play on. My brothers and I played down there a lot, and that was where we kept most of our toys and the things we treasured.
We went up and down those wooden stairs many times, and after a while they began to look pretty scuffed and scruffy. Mom decided she was going to paint them. That was in the days before quick-drying paints came into use, and it would take a full day for the paint to dry.
A couple of hours before Mom began to paint, she told us to bring up anything from the basement that we would be wanting during that day. “Think hard,” she said, “and be sure to bring up everything you might want to play with.”
The three of us – I was 10, my little brother Robby was 6, and my big brother was older than I – all scrambled downstairs and gathered up our prized possessions. Then Mom painted the stairs.
It wasn’t long after she had finished that I remembered something else I needed. Yes, I really needed it! It was very important, and I needed it right now!
I went to the top of the stairs and studied them. My legs were long, and I was pretty good at going down four steps at a time. So I thought, “If I hold onto the banister, I’ll only need to touch the very edge of three steps. That would leave only three tiny marks in the fresh paint. Mom likely won’t even notice”, I told myself. So I went down as I had planned.
I looked back at the stairs. Not very obvious, I thought, quite pleased with myself.
I found my forgotten treasure and returned to go back up the stairs. Whoops! Coming down had been one thing; going up would be quite different. It’s difficult to jump up stairs. I looked around at the basement windows. They were much too small to crawl through. “Why didn’t I think of this before?”, I scolded myself.
Now, with my treasure in my hands, it would be harder to balance on the edge of the steps. But I couldn’t stay in the basement all day. There was nothing to do but climb those freshly painted stairs.
By the time I reached the top, my shoes were sticky with paint and the marks of my climb were left very plainly behind me. I took of my shoes and ran to my bedroom where I buried myself in the bedcovers and waited. I was sad and sorry that I had messed up Mom’s paint job.
Tears were already trickling down my face when I heard my mother’s voice. “Robby! Why did you go down those stairs?” she asked my little brother angrily.
“I didn’t, Mom,” he answered. But since Robby always seemed to be getting into trouble, Mom didn’t believe him. And then I heard Robby crying as she began to punish him.
“Oh no!”, I thought. “I can’t let Robby take my punishment… that’s not fair!” I ran out of my bedroom, crying, “He didn’t do it, Mom. I did! It’s all my fault.”