Devil in the Words. Книга для практики английского языка

 – I’ll see what they write on the Internet.

He entered the desired phrase into the search and began reading manuals for aspiring authors, where they wrote about how best toВ start writing aВ book. Most were inclined toВ believe that the book should be written according toВ plan. This was justified byВ the fact that if you write without aВ plan, you can forget what the book is about, lose the plot line, and inВ the end, simply abandon everything.

– Well, okay, if I abandon it, then it’s not fate.

 – Peter thought, and opening the program in which he was going to write a book, he wrote the title in large letters: «THE DEVIL IN THE WORDS.» It looked impressive.

He took the mug, wanting toВ take aВ couple more sips ofВ coffee, but the mug was empty. Then he got up from the computer and went toВ the kitchen. There was no one inВ the kitchen. He calmly poured himself some coffee and went back toВ the computer. The mood was working. Now, when the title ofВ the book was ready, it seemed that the main work had already been done, and aВ little more, and the book would be ready, but not just aВ book, but aВ real bestseller that would sell millions ofВ copies and make Peter one ofВ the most successful writers.

And then, for sure, he will have everything, aВ house, aВ car, and things that he wanted toВ buy, but could not, due toВ the fact that he was unemployed.

A dog ran into the room – a small pug that wanted to play. She grabbed onto Peter’s slipper and began to pull it from side to side, wanting the owner of the slipper to play with it.

– No, Motya, leave me alone, I won’t play with you, don’t, go play with mom or Christina.

But the dog did not lag behind. Then Peter took off his slippers and put them on the table. Motya sat down next toВ the chair and stared at Peter.

– I won’t play with you, just go. – he said, motioning with his hand for the dog to leave the room, but it continued to sit motionless and look at Peter.

Peter could not stand it, got up from the table, picked up the dog inВ his arms, and carried him out ofВ the room. Having lowered it toВ the floor inВ the corridor, he returned back toВ the room and closed the door.

– Where did I stop… oh yes, the devil is in the words. – he said quietly, replaying all the previous thoughts in his head. – This will be a book about a writer.