Still wrapped in my blanket, I pulled the heavy curtains aside to judge the circumstances outside our apartment. The city below
was a ghost town. Normally, buses, cars, and taxis whizzed down the avenue. People usually crowded the sidewalks, hurrying off to work. Even at this early hour, honks and shouts would drift up from the streets below. You grow accustomed to the commotion after you reside in the city for a while. The city was eerily silent today, paralyzed by the storm. The only distinct noise was the vigorous whipping of the wind. The glittering snowflakes hypnotized me—it was as if someone had changed the city into a picturesque winter wonderland overnight. In paragraph 2, when the narrator compares the city to a ghost town, this is an example of
Translated it says The leader of the Roman, who, in carrying on the war, he came to visit to Greece, to Rome, to the life, many things are beautiful. Hope it helps
