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Кто хочет знать английский как англичанин, тот читает тут рассказы на настоящем королевском английском языке. В оригинале!
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Ценность книги определяется не тем, сколько человек её прочтёт. У величайших книг мало читателей, потому что их чтение требует усилия. Но именно из-за этого усилия и рождается эстетический эффект. Литературный фаст-фуд никогда не подарит тебе ничего подобного.

"Священная книга оборотня", "Чапаев и Пустота", "Generation "П""... это и многое другое: https://t.me/pelevin0




Oh, Pretty Woman · Roy Orbison

Pretty woman, walkin' down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you, mercy
Pretty woman won't you pardon me
Pretty woman I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman that you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me
Pretty woman stop awhile
Pretty woman talk awhile
Pretty woman give your smile to me
Pretty woman yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty woman look my way
Pretty woman say you'll stay with me
'Cause I need you, I'll treat you right
Come with me baby, be mine tonight
Pretty woman don't walk on by
Pretty woman don't make me cry
Pretty woman don't walk away, hey, OK
If that's the way it must be, OK
I guess I'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow night, but wait
What do I see?
Is she walkin' back to me?
Yeah, she's walkin' back to me
Oh, oh, pretty woman.

@one_story






Как, изучая искусство, открыть для себя весь мир?

Проект Adversum School https://t.me/adversumschool разработал обучение на английском языке для детей и взрослых, любителей искусства, истории и дизайна. Современная методика Shadowing помогает не только запомнить слова и выражения, но и подтянуть разговорную речь.

Это курс подойдет всем, кто работает в этой сфере, ведет блог, экскурсии, курирует выставки или просто увлекается искусством.

Отличительные особенности Greek and Roman art, Contemporary and Public art, знаковые художники и их произведения
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The Little Thief in the Pantry

A Little Thief in the Pantry is in the collection A Christmas Hamper: A Volume of Pictures and Stories for Little Folks, published in 1889 by T. Nelson and Sons by various unattributed authors. It's a lesson about perspective, and a little girl's compassion for a mouse who learns the difference between stealing and giving. Most importantly, obey your mother!
"MOTHER dear,” said a little mouse one day, “I think the people in our house must be very kind; don’t you? They leave such nice things for us in the larder.”

There was a twinkle in the mother’s eye as she replied,—

“Well, my child, no doubt they are very well in their way, but I don’t think they are quite as fond of us as you seem to think. Now remember, Greywhiskers, I have absolutely forbidden you to put your nose above the ground unless I am with you, for kind as the people are, I shouldn’t be at all surprised if they tried to catch you.”

Greywhiskers twitched his tail with scorn; he was quite sure he knew how to take care of himself, and he didn’t mean to trot meekly after his mother’s tail all his life. So as soon as she had curled herself up for an afternoon nap he stole away, and scampered across the pantry shelves.

Ah! here was something particularly good to-day. A large iced cake stood far back upon the shelf, and Greywhiskers licked his lips as he sniffed it. Across the top of the cake there were words written in pink sugar; but as Greywhiskers could not read, he did not know that he was nibbling at little Miss Ethel’s birthday cake. But he did feel a little guilty when he heard his mother calling. Off he ran, and was back in the nest again by the time his mother had finished rubbing her eyes after her nap.

She took Greywhiskers up to the pantry then, and when she saw the hole in the cake she seemed a little annoyed.

“Some mouse has evidently been here before us,” she said, but of course she never guessed that it was her own little son.

The next day the naughty little mouse again popped up to the pantry when his mother was asleep; but at first he could find nothing at all to eat, though there was a most delicious smell of toasted cheese.

Presently he found a dear little wooden house, and there hung the cheese, just inside it.

In ran Greywhiskers, but, oh! “click” went the little wooden house, and mousie was caught fast in a trap.

When the morning came, the cook, who had set the trap, lifted it from the shelf, and then called a pretty little girl to come and see the thief who had eaten her cake.

“What are you going to do with him?” asked Ethel.
“Why, drown him, my dear, to be sure.”
The tears came into the little girl’s pretty blue eyes.
“You didn’t know it was stealing, did you, mousie dear?” she said.
“No,” squeaked Greywhiskers sadly; “indeed I didn’t.”

Cook’s back was turned for a moment, and in that moment tender-hearted little Ethel lifted the lid of the trap, and out popped mousie.

Oh! how quickly he ran home to his mother, and how she comforted and petted him until he began to forget his fright; and then she made him promise never to disobey her again, and you may be sure he never did.


The Purpose by Gorchev
Translated by Andrey Summers

When a person is all but ready to emerge into the world, God appears to him with a giant, fur hat in His hands.

"Draw," says God, and the person pulls from the hat a paper with his Purpose written on it. Then, off the person goes into the world. Here, he looks to see what his Purpose might be, but the paper's gone- it didn't follow him here. He didn't even have time to read it.

For some time, the person remains hopeful that the Purpose might eventually drop out after him, and so he crawls around monitoring his mother, tirelessly, but no- nothing of the sort seems to fall out of her. So, apparently, he has to use his own round head. Ears and everything. That's why he's a person anyway, and not a six-legged piece of shit, say.

What's life to shit on legs? Its Purpose is imprinted square and certain, like the program inside your washing machine, for doing colored laundry. A person, meanwhile, has to figure it all out himself. All himself. The poor bastard.

It's good when his Purpose is simple- to have a son, plant a tree, or what have you. Or, let's say, get sick as a kid, and die. Easy. But what if he's predestined to axe down an old lady in the Sennaya Square, so that later someone can write a novel about it? And what if he's not, but he axed her anyway?

Really, figuring out your Purpose in life isn't that difficult: if a person continually does something for no reason, if he doesn't get paid for it, and fuck if anyone even needs it, that means that this, in fact, is his Purpose. It's different with people that refuse to do anything for no reason, of course, it's more complicated for them.

Achievement of your Purpose differs from other pass-times in that the reward for success does not exist on this Earth. You'll either get it after Death, or never maybe, it's not even that important.

But to Achieve his Purpose, a person needs to live somehow- eat things, and so forth. Thus, he's forced to fuck around with all the other nonsense, the reward for which is, conversely, given right now or, worst case, on Monday. But a person can't even do this right, because there he is fucking around with his other nonsense, and suddenly he feels that it's time to Fulfill his Purpose for a while. In this case, he's forced to immediately drop everything, send everyone to hell, disconnect the phone, and Fulfill. Because this, right here, is the only reason he even exists. There are no others, and never will be.

Yet people keep hammering on the door, tearing apart the phone, yelling, banging their fists on the desk at him, and not giving him money. This is because they, themselves, aren't Fulfilling their own Purpose properly, but half-assed-ly: they have a family, kids, business, evil mother-in-law, work, no time. And if they see a person Achieving his Purpose effectively, they turn green. Because they know well what happens to a person who Doesn't Achieve his Purpose. Or at least they can guess.

People die for only two reasons: Either they've Achieved their Purpose in life, or Creation had understood, that they don't even intend to Achieve it. Nobody fucks with Creation.

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Почему мы всё время начинаем и бросаем учить английский?

Одна из причин — мы не знаем свой уровень языка. В итоге берёмся за контент, который нам не по силам. Например, сериал «Друзья» часто советуют смотреть тем, кто начинает учить язык, но в нём полно юмора, который начинающие пока понять не могут.

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