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Everything you are yakking about is piffle and balderdash! 😡
Well, I have decided to reread one of my favourite books aptly entitled “The Russian Word’s Worth”. It’s basically a book about the Russian language, and it’s hilarious. The author probably didn’t plan for it, but it also contains a lot of vocabulary that might be interesting to us, English teachers and forever English learners. What’s best, actually, is the fact that the book has close equivalents in both languages! 😍
But back to the point. Here is a text that contains a lot of phrases that are somehow connected to talking nonsense and just plain blabbering.
How many can you find? I hope all of them))
In the small town of Meadowgrove, there was a well-known windbag named Harold. Harold had the gift of gab and could blab for hours about anything and everything. Most folks in town knew that his talk wasn't worth a plug nickel; it was all piffle and claptrap. Despite this, people often gathered around him just to shoot the breeze and listen to his endless yak.
One day, Harold decided to run for mayor. His campaign speeches were filled with doubletalk that didn't pack a wallop, but his charisma and endless chatter somehow captivated the crowd. People would listen to him, not because they believed his words, but because they found his windbag antics entertaining.
"He's just full of hot air," old Mrs. Thompson would say, shaking her head. "But he sure knows how to keep a crowd engaged."
Harold's campaign rallies became the talk of the town. Folks would gather, not to hear any substantial policies, but to enjoy the spectacle of his blabbering. In the end, Harold didn't win the election, but he certainly left a mark on Meadowgrove with his unique brand of claptrap and piffle.
Yours,
Yulia
P.S. I was scrambling as to what to write about, but anything else seemed like shooting the breeze, so here I am, writing about yakking, lol 😅
P.P.S. Apparently, Harold can also rhyme!
