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Write a descriptive essay about a library

Book page rustle is a pleasure for my soul

What is so interesting about our time is that almost any information you need at the
moment can be found on the Internet. It is also, of course, possible to find and read a
book you are interested in on the Internet. It seems convenient: go to the Internet, find a
book, read it. But the effect of reading an electronic book is not as profound as the
printed edition. I have many times asked myself the question: why is this the case? The
answer to this question is still not clear to me: it seems to be the same letters, the same
meaning, but still, something is wrong.

A printed book is an emotional book, each page is like a living friend telling a
thrilling tale of the characters' adventures. It is a particular pleasure to hold old editions of
books kept in the library in one's hands. Worn lines, pages yellowed by time, black and
white illustrations - that is what distinguishes a printed book from an electronic book, in
which the letters will never wear out and the pages will always be white. Besides, I enjoy
reading the inscriptions from previous users of the book: love messages written with a
quick wave of pen or highlighted by the best student of the class important aspects in the
paragraph.

The first time I was brought to the school library by my school teachers. The
librarian gave me a card so I could borrow books from the library. Our school library was
located in two large rooms. The first room had two windows, several tables with table
lamps and chairs at which one could read the book in the library. The walls were
decorated with portraits of great writers and eminent scientists. Over the wall opposite
the windows, there were books on the metal shelves. By the door leading to the second
room, there was a librarian's desk, and next to it was a small wooden cupboard with
glass doors, where the students' library cards were kept.

The second room was the book depository. The high shelves were full of printed
books, there were school textbooks, poems, and of course fiction. All the books were
alphabetically and thematically arranged in straight rows, so everyone could find the right
book very quickly. Next to the shelves, there was an old wooden ladder to get a book
from upstairs, which perfectly complemented the interior of the room and always helped
to get books out of even the furthest dusty places. There was a mysterious silence in the
library, a certain mystery emanating from the books themselves, the pages of which hid
fascinating stories. Each book contained a wonderful world, in which it is pleasant to
plunge into, to walk through the forbidden forest together with the characters of the fairy
tales, and to drink from the rivers of truth together with the characters of the tales.

 To conclude, one can say that the library is quite an important part of human life.
Of course, with the advent of the internet and television, its role has diminished
considerably. But still each of us, it seems to me, will read a printed book with more
pleasure than its electronic counterpart. After all, only on the pages of rustling leaves one
can find the living letters and the living soul of the characters.