Finally home. Gee, it's been a really hard day! There are voices saying some weird phrases in German in my head. And I just almost wrote bin instead of been.
I know, when I'm sixty-four, I will speak at least seven languages. I have a great passion for them and the ability to speak several foreign languages, to my mind, is a very respectable quality of anyone. Besides that, it's easier to get a well-paid job if you know many languages (unless you're some scientist, completely obsessed with the world-wide language - mathematics).
There are four tongues in my ammunition now, but I have started to gain the fifth. Latvian is my mother tongue and I assume that my English is fluent (and now, when I have taken the English A1 course, for the first time of my life the improvement of English language skills is tangible). I can also perfectly understand Russian and quickly read writings in this language. I can have a conversation in Russian, too. Now I highly esteem the fact that I have absorbed this language without any effort, as there is Russian around us in Riga. My third foreign tongue is German. The attendance of the DSD course has amended my German skills very much; I can understand and speak a little bit in German. And then comes French, which I have started to learn from the beggining of this school term. So far French seems easier than German to me, because it appears quite similar to English, although it is vice versa - English has gaind some aspect of French throughout the centuries.
I would definitely like to learn the Lithuanian language, because of my interest of the particular features of similarity between the Latvian and the Lithuanian tongues. And Estonian, too, albeit the rumours that this Finnic language is hard to learn.
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow, Oliver Wendell Holmes has said. I am certain that by learning languages I will better my mind.