Raisin Bread... |
angryrat (Learning_English) все записи автора
A general store owner hires a young female clerk who likes to wear very
short skirts and thong panties.
One day a young man enters the store, glances at the clerk and glances at
the loaves of bread behind the counter.
Noticing the length of her skirt (or general lack thereof) and the location
of the raisin bread, he has a brilliant idea.
"I'd like some raisin bread please," the man says politely.
The female clerk nods and climbs up a ladder to reach the raisin bread,
which is located on the very top shelf.
The young man standing almost directly beneath her is provided with an
excellent view, just as he surmised he would..
Once she descends the ladder he muses that he really should get two loaves
as he is having company for dinner.
With each trip up the ladder the young lady seems to catch the eye of
another male customer.
Pretty soon, each male customer is asking for raisin bread, just to see the
clerk climb up and down..
After many trips she is tired, irritated and thinking that she is really
going to have to try the bread herself.
Finally, once again atop the ladder, she stops and fumes, glaring at the men
standing below.
She notices an elderly man standing amongst the crowd staring up at her.
Thinking to save herself a trip, she yells at the elderly man, "Is yours
raisin too?"
"No," croaks the old man, "but it's a quiverin."
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Grab your Free BBQ... |
angryrat (Learning_English) все записи автора
An offer NOT to be missed! I thought this was a hoax at first...
Summer 2009 is almost here. To celebrate this many supermarket stores are giving away
free barbecues to all that can go and collect them.
You can get a free BBQ from any of big stores.
All BBQs come with a higher shelf which can be used for keeping things warm!
PLEASE NOTE: Some stores may charge a 1 administration fee.
If you wish to see a picture of this product please scroll down.
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Check out this crab!... |
angryrat (Learning_English) все записи автора
COCONUT CRAB:
The coconut crab is a large edible land crab related to the hermit crab, and are found in the tropical Indian and Pacific Oceans .
They eat coconuts for a living! How would you like to be on an island and come across a crab that is more than 3 feet from head to tail and weighs up to 40 pounds, with a pair of large pincers strong enough to open coconuts! They can climb trees too, but they only eat coconuts that have already fallen to the ground.
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Высказывания мудрых людей на английском языке... |
never_givin_up (Learning_English) все записи автора
1. If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged.
Virginia Woolf
2. If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.
Voltaire
3. In times of great stress or adversity, it's always best to keep busy, to plow your anger and your energy into something positive.
Lee Iacocca
4. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Oscar Wilde
5. Let deeds match words.
Platus
6. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.
Helen Keller
7. Man is the only creature that strives to surpass himself, and yearns for the impossible.
Eric Hoffer
8. Move out man! Life is fleeting by. Do something wortwhile, before you die. Leave behind a work sublime, that will outlive you and time.
Alfred A. Montepert
9. Never mistake motion for action.
Ernest Hemingway
10. Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly.
Robert F. Kennedy
11. Real unselfishness consits in sharing the interests of others.
George Santayana
12. Staying angry with you is how I protect myself from you. Refusing to forgive you is not only how I punish you: it is also how I keep you from getting close enough to hurt me again, and nine times out of ten it works - only there is a serious side effect. It is called bitterness, and it can do terrible things to the human body and soul.
Barbara Brown Taylor
13. The bare recollection of anger kindles anger.
Publilius Syrus
14. The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
Helen Keller
15. The most effective way to cope with change is to help create it.
L. W. Lynett
16. The ripest peach is highest on the tree.
James Whitcomb Riley
17. Think like a man of action. Act like a man of thought.
Henri Bergson
18. We boil at different degrees.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
19. We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...We need silence to be able to touch souls.
Mother Teresa
20. When angry, count four; when very angry, swear.
Mark Twain
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French author and his 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea... |
Lace_jot (Learning_English) все записи автора
Verne, Jules (1828-1905), French author, the father of science fiction.
He was born in Nantes, France, and ran away to sea at the age of 11.
Verne studied law in Paris, and from 1848 until 1863 wrote opera librettos and plays
In 1850 he wrote a comedy in verse.
Jules Verne visited the United States in 1867
Laying a carefully documented scientific foundation for his fantastic adventure stories,
he forecast with remarkable accuracy many scientific achievements of the 20th century.
He anticipated flights into outer space, submarines, helicopters, air conditioning,
guided missiles, and motion pictures long before they were developed.
The best-known book ( the best english -mp3 ) is : 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea ,was written in 1873.
Verne rode a wave of 19th-century interest in science and invention to enormous popular favor.
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Десять_минут_любви (Learning_English) все записи автора
В чем разница между
Where were you being? и Where did you be?
Меня спрашивали о том, где я была вчера вечером, но это не произносилось, но было понятно по смыслу. И раз есть точное время, разве вторая часть с past simple не уместнее? Мне она режет ухо, если честно, но я хз.. 
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Десять_минут_любви (Learning_English) все записи автора
Герундий...мой мозг вынесен подготовкой к тоефулу и тут такое... выяснилось, что я в упор не понимаю разницу между герундием и инфинитивом.
что такое герундий? какое у него отличие от инфинитива? как понять, когда что ставить? только не надо мне умных статей, я их уже и на английском, и на русском перелопатила и все равно дуб дубом...((
и, раз пошла такая пьянка, что такое ПО РУССКИ reserved, если говорится об описании характера?
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Международные экзамены... |
-Scratch- (Learning_English) все записи автора
Хотела спросить о таких экзаменах как TOEFL и IELTS. Кто-нибудь их сдавал? Если да, то прошу, расскажите подробно что там и к чему. Официальное описание я конечно же читала, но хотелось бы услышать комментарии от тех, кто сдавал. И сколько стоит их сдать у нас в России? и в какие институты можно их будет отправить, чтобы учиться бесплатно? Ну, и наверное, самый страшный вопрос, как они отличаются от ЕГЭ по английскому (легче или тяжелее)?
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The Light Within... |
never_givin_up (Learning_English) все записи автора
People are much like stained glass windows
When the sun is shinning through them, they glow brightly and sparkle
But when the sun goes down and it is dark and gloomy outside
Their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. (c)
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Little Moments Of Joy... |
never_givin_up (Learning_English) все записи автора
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn’t realize was that it was also a ministry.
Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep.
But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night.
I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.
When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.
“Just a minute,” answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
“Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she said.
I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.
“It’s nothing,” I told her. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.”
“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, “Could you drive through downtown?”
“It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly.
“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.”
I looked in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. “I don’t have any family left,” she continued. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.”
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. “What route would you like me to take?” I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, “I’m tired. Let’s go now.”
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
“How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse.
“Nothing,” I said.
“You have to make a living,” she answered.
“There are other passengers,” I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
“You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,” she said. “Thank you.”
I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient at the end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware–beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, …but they will always remember how you made them feel.
- by Barry Kingsley
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