year already shoved the students different songs and even quite not because that's so here I am kulturtreger, but simply that they have been taught the language - listen to the holes of some short text in a foreign language is a very productive method. but to the holes we have never got it. and how many interviews I conducted among the villa youth! and how many itlyantsah I experimented! all to no avail - in the ay-pods my students anything except cine songs performed by Zdob-shizduba not horrible. then they are too sad, they are too complicated, not kitsch ... Well, okay, I decided - no luck. was to choose songs based solely on the grammatical and syntactical material. and today accidentally hit. first rows singing, podtantsovyvala gallery, and in the street I heard how my college boy has heard the lecture and whistled a song sang in different voices. and know that we hear?
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Egg White Discharge On The Day Of Periods
song
year already shoved the students different songs and even quite not because that's so here I am kulturtreger, but simply that they have been taught the language - listen to the holes of some short text in a foreign language is a very productive method. but to the holes we have never got it. and how many interviews I conducted among the villa youth! and how many itlyantsah I experimented! all to no avail - in the ay-pods my students anything except cine songs performed by Zdob-shizduba not horrible. then they are too sad, they are too complicated, not kitsch ... Well, okay, I decided - no luck. was to choose songs based solely on the grammatical and syntactical material. and today accidentally hit. first rows singing, podtantsovyvala gallery, and in the street I heard how my college boy has heard the lecture and whistled a song sang in different voices. and know that we hear?
year already shoved the students different songs and even quite not because that's so here I am kulturtreger, but simply that they have been taught the language - listen to the holes of some short text in a foreign language is a very productive method. but to the holes we have never got it. and how many interviews I conducted among the villa youth! and how many itlyantsah I experimented! all to no avail - in the ay-pods my students anything except cine songs performed by Zdob-shizduba not horrible. then they are too sad, they are too complicated, not kitsch ... Well, okay, I decided - no luck. was to choose songs based solely on the grammatical and syntactical material. and today accidentally hit. first rows singing, podtantsovyvala gallery, and in the street I heard how my college boy has heard the lecture and whistled a song sang in different voices. and know that we hear?
Monday, April 26, 2010
Where Can You Find Beyblades In Melbourne
Fly Fly My Swallow
...
blue-black space where we,
and inexperienced about how I,
and white-breasted, which is not about us -
eyes are bottomless, a sip of water.
Fly, fly, my swallow a bullet in his head.
Fly, fly, my girl, Wali me down.
Fly, fly, my seed, do not let me date
think about what I could and had not had time.
this song was written in one day - in my attic villa with a huge window, hot summer in the air napoennom lime color ... and I do not understand. no-che st. and none of We, in my opinion, still did not understand. and we had a lot, something we have decided, quarreled, reconciled and fuss. We all - each in its own way - loved Dranti we all something advised, somewhere he pushed, something he dreamed of, but he had one finger, as among us, and our garden of Gethsemane. Disappeared for days on end, returning and looked into my eyes ... and sometimes dream of me at the open window, so as I would have ...
and now I listen and think: well, where I flew it? why me? why for me? because he was not going anywhere to go. he would simply live.
And sometimes I think it's a blessing or a curse. Well, that's exactly in these terms ...
...
blue-black space where we,
and inexperienced about how I,
and white-breasted, which is not about us -
eyes are bottomless, a sip of water.
Fly, fly, my swallow a bullet in his head.
Fly, fly, my girl, Wali me down.
Fly, fly, my seed, do not let me date
think about what I could and had not had time.
this song was written in one day - in my attic villa with a huge window, hot summer in the air napoennom lime color ... and I do not understand. no-che st. and none of We, in my opinion, still did not understand. and we had a lot, something we have decided, quarreled, reconciled and fuss. We all - each in its own way - loved Dranti we all something advised, somewhere he pushed, something he dreamed of, but he had one finger, as among us, and our garden of Gethsemane. Disappeared for days on end, returning and looked into my eyes ... and sometimes dream of me at the open window, so as I would have ...
and now I listen and think: well, where I flew it? why me? why for me? because he was not going anywhere to go. he would simply live.
And sometimes I think it's a blessing or a curse. Well, that's exactly in these terms ...
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Kates Playground Fully Exposed
n_osis @ 2010-04-05T03:29:00
hate the holidays! another day to stand, two survive, but what do razbalyvayutsya my children without a definite occupation! half an hour of doing nothing they begin to quarrel, capricious and / or come up with some exotic game - pick out the type of mother's brilliantiki ukrascheny, or to harass all the food on indigestible chemical experiments, etc. My mom likes to say "boxes glue" - meaning that even if there is no classes have anything to do. Over the past week, my kids cleaned and washed the dishes, get the hand Masha nadraivat cloth all horizontal surfaces it was an incredible amount of colored Easter eggs, Petkke was purchased book about origami and paper airplanes (now do not know what to do with all этими произведенями искусства), был выпечен кулич, съедены килограммы мороженого в разных кафе города, были сделаны домашние задания, подготовлен доклад the digestive system (Petka) and filled an entire notebook in full (Masha), we've compiled five puzzles, go to the guests, were in McDonald's ... and ahead еще два дня!!!!
пора становиться не матерью, а мачехой, и давать им, как в сказке про Золушку, крупу разбирать, я бы эту крупу прям завтра купила, только ведь будут closed all stores.
and most importantly, all the time, rain, and will continue until the end of vacation.
hate the holidays! another day to stand, two survive, but what do razbalyvayutsya my children without a definite occupation! half an hour of doing nothing they begin to quarrel, capricious and / or come up with some exotic game - pick out the type of mother's brilliantiki ukrascheny, or to harass all the food on indigestible chemical experiments, etc. My mom likes to say "boxes glue" - meaning that even if there is no classes have anything to do. Over the past week, my kids cleaned and washed the dishes, get the hand Masha nadraivat cloth all horizontal surfaces it was an incredible amount of colored Easter eggs, Petkke was purchased book about origami and paper airplanes (now do not know what to do with all этими произведенями искусства), был выпечен кулич, съедены килограммы мороженого в разных кафе города, были сделаны домашние задания, подготовлен доклад the digestive system (Petka) and filled an entire notebook in full (Masha), we've compiled five puzzles, go to the guests, were in McDonald's ... and ahead еще два дня!!!!
пора становиться не матерью, а мачехой, и давать им, как в сказке про Золушку, крупу разбирать, я бы эту крупу прям завтра купила, только ведь будут closed all stores.
and most importantly, all the time, rain, and will continue until the end of vacation.
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