Last autumn I spent a week at a big

Last autumn I spent a week at a big hotel in London. It was one of those modern hotels where every room is the same size and has the same furniture, and looks just like every other room. My room was 311 on the third floor. One night, quite late, I got back to the hotel after a very good dinner with some friends. I walked into the lift and pressed the button. When the lift stopped, I got out and walked to my room-or what I thought was my room.When I opened the door I saw an astonishing scene. A man was pointing a revolver at a woman sitting in an armchair, and the woman was saying in a frightened voice: " Please don't shoot me! " I turned round, ran along the corridor and down the stairs-I daren’t wait for the lift-and found the night porter in the hall. "Quick," I cried, " someone is . being murdered in my room.

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

Last autumn I spent a week at a big hotel in London. It was one of those modern where every room is the same size and has the same furniture, and looks just like every other room. My room was 311 on the third floor. One night, quite late, I got back to the hotel after a very good dinner with some friends. I walked into the lift and pressed the button. When the lift stopped, I got out and walked to my room-or what I thought was my room. When I opened the door I saw an astonishing scene. A man was pointing a revolver at a woman sitting in an armchair, and the woman was saying in a frightened voice: "Please don't shoot me!" I turned round, ran along the corridor and down the stairs-I daren't wait for the lift-and found the night porter in the hall. "Quick," I cried, "someone is. being murdered in my room.

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

Last autumn I spent a week at a big hotel in London. It was one of những modern hotels where every room is the same size and has the same furniture, and looks just like every other room. My room was on the third floor 311. One night, quite late, I got back to the hotel after a dinner with some very good friends. I walked Into the lift and pressed the button. When the lift stopped, I got out and walked to my room-or what I thought was the door opened my first room.When I saw an astonishing scene. A man was pointing a revolver at a woman sitting in an armchair, and the woman was in a frightened voice Saying: "Please do not shoot me!" I turned round, ran along the corridor and down the stairs-I darent wait for the lift-and found the night porter in the hall. "Quick," I cried, "someone is. Being murdered in my room.