The never-ending fairy tales land🧚🏻‍♂️

Swan lake ( Chapter 4)

O episódio de hoje é uma conversa totalmente em espanhol com o professor mexicano Martín. O Martín dá diferentes tipos de classes em Espanhol e vai falar um pouco sobre o seu percurso.


Aqui têm o link do Martín: https://www.italki.com/teacher/5211013

Conversações pelo Mundo

Entrevista ao professor Martín

Modo indicativo, tempo imperfetto.

Buona grammatica e buon ascolto!

Il podcast del modenese!

L'indicativo imperfetto

Learn Thai by Kru Jane 

Thai Podcast 3/2025 (เครื่องดื่ม)

Harry Potter Libro 1

Capítulo 2

Script

おはようございます。日本語だんだんポットキャストのゆかりです。

昨日は日本のトイレは紙がながせるという話をしました。

今日は、どうしてながすことができるのか、その理由(りゆう)を話します。


ひみつは、紙・・つまり、トイレットペーパーにあります。

日本のトイレペーパーはとてもやわらかいです。

水にふれると、もう手でさわることができません。

ほとんど、とけます。

本当はとけていませんが、まるでとけているようになります。


"とけます"の例文は、

"今日はとてもあついので、アイスクリームがすぐにとけます。"

"ここに、みそをとかして、みそしるをつくります。"

といいます。

紙がほとんどとける。

だから、日本のトイレはトイレットペーパーをはながすことができるんですね。

日本に旅行にいったときは、
ぜひ紙を見て下さいね！

あ、もちろん、トイレットペーパー以外(いがい)はながすことができません！

これは注意してくださいね。

では、今日も最後まで聞いてくれて、だんだん、です。

また明日！


Japaneseだんだんpodcast

63.トイレットペーパーはほとんど、とけます。/とかします。

Cuentos en Español

Hansel y Gretel Part 1

En el Episodio 08 de "Segurola y Habana", el Podcast donde el idioma de los argentinos es explicado por argentinos, hoy les traemos la expresión "Honor, honor al gran Cabral". ¿Qué es un mate lavado? Argentinos responden en su idioma.


Segurola y Habana Podcast

8 - Honor, honora al gran Cabral

Read and follow along:. 

The Youth in Asia
"THAT'S IT," MY MOTHER SAID AFTER HAVING SADIE PUT TO SLEEP. "MY CAT DAYS ARE OVER."

In the early sixties, during what my mother referred to as the "tail end of the Lassie years," my parents were given two collies they named Rastus and Duchess. We were living in upstate New York, out in the country, and the dogs were free to race through the forest. They napped in meadows and stood knee-deep in frigid streams, costars in their own private dog-food commercial. According to our father, anyone could tell that the two of them were in love.

Late one evening, while lying on a blanket in the garage, Duchess gave birth to a litter of slick, potato-sized puppies. When it looked as though one of them had died, our mother placed the creature in a casserole dish and popped it into the oven, like the witch in "Hänsel and Gretel."

"Oh, keep your shirts on," she said. "It's only set on 200. I'm not baking anyone; this is just to keep him warm."

The heat revived the sick puppy and left us believing our mother was capable of resurrecting the dead.

Faced with the responsibilities of fatherhood, Rastus took off. The puppies were given away, and we moved south, where the heat and humidity worked against a collie's best interests. Duchess's once beautiful coat now hung in ragged patches. Age set in and she limped about the house, clearing rooms with her suffocating farts. When finally, full of worms, she collapsed in the ravine beside our house, we reevaluated our mother's healing powers. The entire animal kingdom was beyond her scope; apparently, she could resurrect only the cute dead.

The oven trick was performed on half a dozen peakish hamsters but failed to work on my first guinea pig, who died after eating a couple of cigarettes and an entire pack of matches.
