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Fading I could see your face glow in this very dark day when you read his lines and you've known my each pain Your glance was warm like very early autumn and not only leaves fell when love started bloosom. I could see your kidness which springed from your deep eyes I saw shorten your breath when you lowered your glance Your long curly hair fell on your gently shoulders I liked stroke them so much but it seems not often Love is never justice and can pain like fire who betrayed is happy who remains is alone. Fever burn my body trouble burs my soul then when once Love will appear and my heart will be open.
28 novembre 2017
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Remember me Let me talk the story which could happend somewhere and sometimes everyone of us. It is about miracles inside and outside us. Miracles they could appeared suddenly in our life without we noticed them. It is a story about common person, which is a pilgrim on the path to discover their sence of life and own destiny. It was very nice day early afternoon, when the sky was without the clouds, but the sun brighted so hard that it was almost unbearable. You could literally feel serenity in the air. Small villages were scattered in the valley among the fields of gold bellow the top of hill I was. Laying on grass I gazed on labours they went back and forth, greeted each other and irrigated their fields. Each of them worked in sweat of brow for their bread. Even severe sun could not stop them. Outfields of grain gathered gold rays of sun and eager drank water from a soil. It seemed that their colour had origin from the sun. Collected energy of sun, water from the soil and effort of labours was eventualy stored in bread which one I had in my backpack.Time passed slowly and my mind relaxed. Leaves of tries rustled quietly and occasionally voices of birds brought calm into my soul. I couldn't believe that several hours​ ago I was on different place full of noise, calls and meetings. I lived in two different worlds so far each other. First of them was created by people, by everyday work of anonymous people they shaped their environment in order got better life for them and their families. It was world of challenges and competitions, full of rules, advantages but obstacles too. In that world you were never alone. You were surrounded by people, noise and informations. Life in that world was like a wild river, powerfull and rushing away, which is strong enough shape even hard stones. It is a river which might be dangerous too, river which had never mercy for anyone. It was never the same and brought fresh water - water of life and changes.
29 aprile 2017
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How much time do you spend every day to learn English? How much time do you spend every day to learn English? You can explain how much time you spend for reading, listening, writing, speaking, dictations, revision etc. What do you prefere and why?
5 maggio 2016
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Vocabulary revision

Hello everyone! Who could give me an advice for good application for mobile/tablet (OS Android) for revision my vocabulary. I need those features:

1) to create own vocabulary ( I only choose new words for my collection from list. If I choose words for my collection, system automatically put sound files which are join with those words.)

2) to create own groups ( I want create group for each lesson separately e.g. Callan1, Callan2, etc.)

3) system can test me

4) measuring system ( system can measure a success and remembers difficult words)

P.S. I tried the application Vocabulary trainer, but it doesn't work properly. It is good, but I couldn't create my own vocabulary properly.

30 aprile 2016
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Deep silence Small boat in the middle of lake surrounded by mountains light floated on the calm surface of lake. Gentle steam hovered over plane in a cold morning. He and she sat in the boat and only mild morning sun was their accomplice. They were surrounded by deep silence which was accidently interrupted by hits of paddles. Reflections of light on the plane bright like thousands diamonds lucky jumped up and down but in her mind was only one thought. It'll be late tomorrow. Something hard pressed her soul like hundred pounds. Her fingers nervous played with her hair. How to say it? He must to understand it. Maybe when I would explain to him... Maybe is too late. I cannot. Maybe tomorrow. Deep silence sat between his and her into the boat.
26 aprile 2016
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Tree of memories She opened her eyes and observed green leafs of all shades which were creating long curtain above her head. Her arms embraced a tree truck a she could feel rough surface of the crust. Fragrance of blooming tree diffuse into the fresh air and reminds her childhood. Gentle face her mother and serious face her father it appeared itself in her mind and put a smile on her face. She has always felt safe in the  shadow of this tree. It has been her tree of memories.
26 aprile 2016
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Important things are for free All important things are for free. What things are necessary for you? They are healt, family, water, food, a place for sleeping. That is all. All other things are excessive and less important. Of course, we are not animals, we are humans. We need give a purpose to our live. Relationships to other people and a feeling that we are important for the other determines our behavior. Did you have ever notice, that most of those things are for free or cheep? It is a irrefutable proof that they are necessary and important. Problem of person is that they measure value of things and people through money. Is a gold ring most important than air which you are breathing? Is a expensive car more than clean water? No, they are not. I cause of money we like much gold and cars than fresh air and clean water. In the name of excessive things we destroy important things. Our priorities are iverse and the world go into the hell. I hope is not too late to change our mind and return it back.
25 aprile 2016
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Famous people Why are famous people so successful? Behind their life is a lot of effort and work. Their work is a passion for them and a success is only its consequence. Famous people rarely put a much effort to achieve to be popular. Many of them were poor people. Their life were often difficult and they struggle about it. A lot of them were not famous until they had been alive. Those people maked the most important decision of their life right. They found out what they have been the best in. Each person can be very successful when will make right decision. The art of right decision is the art of life.
25 aprile 2016
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The best books for learner of English What do you think what are the best books for learner of English? I do not think about grammar books. I think about the books they are easy for reading and they are interesting too. If you could, send us a link, please.
23 aprile 2016
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Colours of spring A mud on the bottom of our shoes and a rising temperature are irrefutable proofs that spring has already commenced. One can hear some birds outdoors and a fragrance of blooming trees spreads itself in fresh air. A grass has all shades of green colour and it seems that it is a large soft carpet. The white blooming trees are looking as brides. A violet lilac attracts bees and yellow dandelions shines as little suns in the grass. The nature is fresh and beautiful. I like it a lot.
23 aprile 2016
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