I loved you.. Last night I was invited to the exhition of Russian Painter I.K Makarov in the Pushkin Museum. The original portraits of members of the Russian nobility were exhibited there . Among them - the Sheremetevs, Dolgorukovs, Tyutchevs, Olsufyevs, Baryatinskys and others. The leading place in the exhibition is devoted to women's and children's portraits, the artist wrote them the most readily. The worship, reverence for the beauty of the artist and the moral perfection of a woman is read in many of his works. Special place in the exposition is the portraits of the great Russian poet AS Pushkin's close relatives - his wife (when she was already married for the second P.P. Lansky) and children Mary, Gregory, Natalia. I walked about the museum rooms, looked at these portraits and read to myself Pushkin's poems. I loved you... I loved you and this love by chance, Inside my soul has never fully vanished; No longer shall it ever make you tense; I wouldn't want to sadden you with anguish. I loved you speechlessly and wildly, By modesty and jealousy was stressed; I loved you so sincerely and so mildly, As, God permit, may love you someone else.

Do I express the Present Continuous in Italian correctly? L'uomo sta bevendo. La donna sta mangiando. L'uomo sta lavorando. La donna sta leggendo. Le donne stanno scrivendo. La bambina sta giocando. Le bambine stanno giocando. Io sto leggendo al tavolo. Io sto sorridento. Io sto bevedo.Io sono seduto. Io non sono in piedi. Molto grazie. Io sto sorridendo.

"That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind." Neil Armstrong, the first man to walk on the moon, died yesterday. "Here men from the planet Earth first set foot upon the Moon. July 1969 AD. We came in peace for all mankind." 'It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small." We are sad for his death.

Amy Winehouse By the anniversary of the tragic death of Amy Winehouse, which is today July 23, a fan of her work has made a portrait of the singer from the words of her songs.The portrait includes the texts of all 24 songs. It took the "artist" 30 hours to complete the portrait. The author has created a wonderful portrait to honor the memory of Amy Winehouse and pay tribute to her talent. However, she did not use any paint, the portrait consists solely of the lyrics. Amy was only 27 years old . Her fan's name is Annmarie Wright. I guess all Amy's fans recall her today.

The Ocean Is Worth to Tell What a Man IS. Life is all a tragedy, the outcome is a foregone conclusion. (from the preface to the edition of 1948). The writer can not remain indifferent to the incessant brazen, murderous, filthy crime, which is a war. (from the preface to the edition of 1948). In the old days they often wrote about how sweet and beautiful to die for their homeland. But in modern warfare there is nothing sweet and beautiful. You will die like a dog for no reason. When something comes to an end ... in life, whether good or bad, remains empty. But the void left after bad, filled with itself. Void after the good can only be filled by finding something better ... Fascism is a lie uttered by the bandits. Why boring people are quite happy, but smart and interesting people are in the end manage to poison the lives of themselves and loved ones? Help me, Vicente. Help me, Felipe. Help me, Chucho. Help me, Arturo. And you, Enrique, help me ... help me be silent, Enrique. Help me to remain silent until the end, Vicente. If you are lucky and you lived in Paris in your early life, then, wherever you may be after it until the end of thy days It will stay with you, because Paris is a festival that is always with you. Have you remembered these great quotes? Yes, it's Hemingway. This great man was born on July 22..

Сorreggere i miei errori, per favore. Io sono bassa e magra.Ho i capelli lunghi e chiari. Mi piace avere i capelli lunghi. Ho i capelli lisci. Ho gli occhi scuri. Mi piace portare gli occhiali. Mio padre e' alto e grasso. Lui ha gli occhi chiari. Mio padre e calvo. Mia madre e' brassa e magra. Lei ha i capelli castani e corti. Mia madre e bella. Molte grazie.

"Scent of a woman". What does it mean: 1. " I'm getting a nice soap-and-water feeling from down there." ? 2. " Things are heatin' up" - You're human, Charlie. Beer? Who are we drinking with? I'm getting a nice soap-and-water feeling from down there. - Ah... female. - Female? You're callin' her female, must mean you like her or you wouldn't be so casual. Is she alone? - Yeah, she's alone. - Things are heatin' up. Thanks in advance

"Where do the ducks in Central Park disappear?" Seventeen year old Holden Caulfield, who is in a sanatorium, recalls, "that crazy story that happened last Christmas," after which he "just did not give the ends," had been ill for a long time, and now undergoing treatment and soon hopes to return home. His memories begin with the day when he left Pencey, private high school in Egerstaune, Pennsylvania. In fact he went against his will - he was expelled for academic failure. He realizes that he cannot come home and tell his parents that he was expelled. He sits in a taxi and went to the hotel. Along the way he asks his favourite question, which does not give him peace, "Where do the ducks in Central Park disapper, when the pond freezes over?" The taxi- driver, of course, surprised by the question and wondered whether it awsbthe laugh on him by the passenger. But this question is not fun, but rather, a manifestation of a loss of Holden Caulfield to the complexity of the world, rather than an interest in zoology. This world either oppresses him and draws. With people it would be hard, without them - unbearable. Only the youngest sister Phoebe, despite her small years, understands the state of her brother. It was in the conversation with Phoebe Holden expresses his dream: "I imagine like little kids playing in the evening in a huge field of rye. Thousands of kids, and there is not a single soul, not a single adult, except for me ... and my job - to catch the kids that they should not have broken into the abyss. " For 61 years the rebellious adolescent Holden Caufield has asked this question about the ducks which is clear to noone and wanted to save someone as the Catcher in the Rye. On the 16, July 1951 J.D. Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye" was published and later became a classic.