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the other people’s shoes and encourage them. She cares much for the
people’s views, even if they are quite different from hers. All her
remarks are tactful and inoffensive. Her voice is flexible and deep.
She is a reliable friend.
My Dad is a tall, handsome man. He is a bit lean and looks
broad-shouldered. He has straight jet-black hair touched with gray at
the temples. Dad is begining to grow bold. His face is determined
and humorous. His clever hazel eyes express honesty,
resourcefulness, and readiness to help. His forehead is broad, and his
features are regular and clean-cut. He wears a moustache and a neatly
trimmed beard. Dad impresses everyone as a very energetic person.
He is just bubbling with energy. Few people can match his
enthusiasm, his zest for life, and his talent of doing everything he
does well. He is easy to deal with, because he treats people
excellently and has a keen sense of humour. He loves a good joke.
Dad is strong-willed and persistent though Mother says he is
obstinate. Another trait I’d like to dwell upon is his decisiveness. He
is always capable to make up his mind and to decide to take action in
critical situations. Father takes a keen interest in politics and has an
envious memory for figures, names and dates. He never evades
serious topics. He is a good speaker and a wonderful mixer. He is
sociable and polite. He is consistent in all his actions and is always
true to his personality. Though Father often repeats that life is seldom
black and white, he prefers black and white colours. His favourite
saying is “life is just what you make it” so you may call him a realist.
He detests indirectness which seems hypocrisy for him. As you see,
appearances are not always deceptive.
How can I describe myself? Whenever people see me for the
first time they say that I am a male replica of my mother. However,
Mum doesn’t see any resemblance at all. She is sure I’m Dad’s split
and image. Both of them are right, I think. Undoubtedly, my eyes are
Father’s, and the shape of my face is Mother’s. I’m endowed with
the features that are not mine. The only exception is my mole which
gives me a certain resemblance to an organ-grinder’s monkey. I am of
average height (168 cm tall) with a tolerant figure. I have a good head
of hair, but it is between dark and fair. My eyes are full of good-
humoured mockery which is a weapon of self-defense. I’m not going
to paint my character in bright colours. I am not an angel, of course.
I’d like to inherit mother’s reliability, generosity, and modesty. I feel

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