I’m fluent in three languages and have been teaching them to both natives and non-natives for over seven years. My youngest student was nine, studying English as a second language at school, struggling to get better grades. My oldest was 75, he made it a challenge to learn some Russian by the end of summer but ended up going all the way to fluency.
Working with them and hundreds of other people, I’ve found that there is no such thing as “too early” or “too late” when it comes to learning a new language, and regardless of your age, motives, resources, and the amount of free time you’re ready to put into it, the process is more or less identical up to a certain point. …
Admittedly, my humor is quite dry
Because I rarely ever speak in theory -
Come jokes, I freeze. Forgive me that, for I
Do know how many themes to you are dreary,
Especially when I don’t talk too much.
Forgive my “stern” in which I try to wrap it.
Given to choose your gentle, tender touch,
How could I pick my old undying habit
In your sweet stead? …
There was a bench, and it was wet.
And there were rains — you’d bet they’d end,
But you’d be damned. And they were cold.
And leaves — a wrapping to unfold.
The time was off, the streets were mud,
All yellow-gold or red, like blood.
And you were glad — at least at first -
But there was yet to come the worst,
Cause Autumn is a narrow cell
And everybody’s for himself.
A month has passed and you forgot
The time, the plans, the date, the spot,
The girl, the flowers now decay…
You watch the ceiling night and day. …