Trzeba uczyć się angielskiego we własnym mieszkaniu Bielsko-Biała style - to nie jest Metoda Callana!
Wierzę w praktyczność wykorzystania angielskiego jako globalna lingua franca. Nie cenię rytualnie usankcjonowanego przepisu przez który angielski jest przedstawiony.
Dla Bielsko-Biała szkoła angielskiego powinno być bilet do wejscia w ogromnej kultury anglojęzycznej.
Nauka angielskiego to nie chodzenie po Bielsku - ogładając na okołu ze zdziwieniem.
Uczyć angielskiego to jest budowanie nowy dom w głowie. Trzeba być aktywny. Trzeba być systematyczny. Trzeba mieć dobry plan.
Ze sztuką dla kobiet pomagamy położyć kres księgowemu oszustwu
Siła i godność strojem jej...
Księga Przysłów 31:25
Uwaga Autora: zostałem zabroniony od dzielenia szczegółów dotyczące mojego prawdziwego romansu przedsięwzięcia, do czasu, gdy druga strona jest gotowa do przedstawienia swojego punktu widzenia afery układu...
Kiedy przyjechałem do Europy 20 czerwca 2011 roku, nie miałem planu i na pewno nie miałem pojęcia, że do końca tygodnia będę uprawiał fotografię z kobietą której nigdy nie spotkałem - naturysta, która nigdy wcześniej nie pozwoliła sobie być fotografowana nago. Było to pierwsze wydarzenie z całej serii nowych wydarzeń dla nas obu.
Jako artysta zainspirowany przez młodą kobietę walczącą z samooceną i bulimią, akceptacja ciała zawsze zajmowała poczesne miejsce w mojej estetyce. Odkrywając niedawno naturyzm i jego mantrę akceptacji ciała w Stanach Zjednoczonych, byłem chętny do odkrywania styl i filozofię klubów naturystycznych i piękność wokól naturystycznych kempingów w Europie. Los mnie rzucił najpierw w kierunku Bielsku-Białej. Tam gdize Gosia mieszkała.
Będąc z Ameryki, tylko było potrzebne w Europie włączyć radio, aby usłyszeć amerykańską piosenkę. Aby zobaczyć amerykański film, tylko musiałem pójść do kina. Aby być zrozumiany, tylko miałem mówić po angielsku. Będąc z Polski, one nie mogła znieść słuchania radia przez tych wszystkich bzdur politycznych które tam są rzucane. Nie lubiła oglądać amerykańskie filmy, bo twierdziła, że wszystkie kończą się tak samo. Nie chciała mówić po angielsku ze mną, bo nie tylko chciała powiedzieć słowa poprawnie, ale także chciała powiedzieć swóim sposobem. Nikt nigdy jej nie nauczył jak. Ja rozpaczliwie chciałem zrozumieć. Ona chciała być zrozumiana.
Były czasy, w trakcie naszej podróży, kiedy myślałem, że może nie będzie szczęśliwe zakończenie. Były czasy, kiedy katastrofa była bliska i zastanawiałem się, czy nie popełniłem błąd. Zastanawiałem się, czy strach, gniew czy smutek może triumfować i czy jeden z nas nie będzie musiał zakończył podróż sam. Jak zwisałem nad skałami w Normady zostałem ocalony. Jak światła zgasły jechałem dalej. Choć wypaliłem opony do drutu było w porządku. Wróciliśmy do domu w jednym kawałku. Wróciliśmy do domu zadowoleni. Zaczęliśmy proces uczenia się, jak słuchać i dźwięk tego był piękny. Mogliśmy być pewni, że zostaliśmy gotowi na podbój diabłów, które nas nadużywają, bez względu na jak długo to potrwa.
Michal's Słownik Polsko Angielski: Tłumaczając słowo Chronić
Wymowa dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Chronić
Jeszcze nie opublikowałem dla kobiet wymowę angielskiego odpowiednika na "chronić."
Definicja dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Chronić
Podstawowym amerykańskim angielskim odpowiednikiem na chronić jest angielskie słowo guard.
Szczegóły w krótkim czasie.
Powszechne stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na chronić w przykładowych zdań
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na Chronić w Korpusie Utworów Michała
Jeszcze muszę zrobić dla kobiet analizę morfologiczną dla angielskiego odpowiednika na "chronić."
To nie znaczy, że nie jest wysoko na moim liście.
Tabela częstotliwości angielskiego odpowiednika na "Chronić."
Wymienione w tabeli w kolejności malejącej łączna liczba razy, iż angielski odpowiednik na "chronić" i wszelkie jego morfologiczne formy pojawiają się w Korpusie, oraz podział częstotliwości według dzieł, odpowiedni ranking każdego słowa lub zestawu słów według pełnej listy wszystkich słów w Korpusie, obliczone zarówno gęsto i konkurencyjnie, oraz wzrost procentowy częstotliwości słowa według częstotliwości słowa z następnego niższego stopnia w pełnej liscie.
Procentowy wzrost nad następnej rangi
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Jeszcze nie opublikowałem dla kobiet tabelę częstotliwości dla angielskiego odpowiednika na chronić," ale wkrótce do tego się weżmę. -Michal
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na chronić wEwangelia Jezusa H.
The MTA stationed itself around Olympus Mons and around every major point on the irrigation system, which, after decades upon decades of eager development, became vast and unknowable to men, penetrating far-flung regions with massive amounts of pressure, complicated systems and safeguards, gauges, unseen aqueducts forming strange and multifarious designs - mostly thanks to geography, of course, but also thanks to economics and evolving technology, which insisted on placing new pipes next to old ones, better pumps next to broken ones, and whole new branches of irrigation in previously undeveloped areas wherever greenhouses popped up, according to the most recent wind patterns, leaving old branches completely abandoned wherever dust had made growing unfavorable - but whose first and greatest branch went straight down (in order to beat the Southern Ice Cap Company into submission) to the southern hemisphere, to the Hellas basin, where, being the lowest point on Mars, the first permanent settlements were made (in the dubious hope that the elevation and increased pressure would somehow prove useful to Martian civilization) which, in turn, came to coalesce and grow into the modern urban giant called Centropolis.
Jesus didn't leave the island very often. The one mission he went on was to find the Martian. While most of his men were securing bridges that first night, Jesus took his squad (the six men who had volunteered for his personal command - who would later become his personal bodyguard) back to the apartment building where previously that night Jesus had met with the Martian. Number seven, however, was vacant. A search of the building turned up absolutely nothing. With control of the Old Town, however, would come unlimited access to government offices. Building records were ultimately found. Though they didn't help in finding the Martian, they did provide a nice list of suspected collaborators.
Jesus took the Krupnik's threats very seriously. There was nothing in his face that showed it - except for the tension maybe, but, then again, that was shared by all. It was also very dark in the room. Electricity was unavailable, and Jesus had no reason to think that his face, or one of its occasional twitches, was betraying any kind of nervousness or fear. Jesus was afraid - if only because he knew that there was no booby-trap: that was a bluff. Jesus had no idea whom to expect while sitting on that back step. If army intelligence officers had shown up to collect, Jesus would've been rather embarrassed to explain that their weapons were rigged to explode. They could've charged him with treason - not that this was no longer a threat, but Jesus's situation was considerably changed. His business partner hadn't been smart enough to consider the possible effects of Jesus's ignorance. As a result, when and if he were going to find out that he had been tricked, there'd be no telling what he'd do. He might have gone crazy; he might have told the Accountant, or his bodyguards (whatever the case might have been), to kill him. That was unacceptable. Jesus had to figure out what to do, but, while the Krupnik wrote his letter and signed it, while the Nigel signed it, and while the Krupnik drove him down to where the Accountant was, Jesus had absolutely no idea.
When the border guard came on board, we were quiet; at least one of us, if not more, was deathly afraid of being caught with pornography - your father had wrapped his in bright, white office paper and had stapled it - but, fortunately, after going all the way to the back with a flashlight, the man said nothing; no bags were checked, and he left the bus with our teacher. We waited. Then, our teacher came back. As politely as possible, she told Jesus to get up, take his bags and leave. Everybody was quiet. Jesus got off the bus in a relatively stoic manner. The kids waited, but he never came back. The bus left, and the trip continued.
Jesus jumped. Like the wolf, he leaped onto the man's chest, embracing his arms, and, leaning his head down into his neck, as if to kiss him, he grabbed a hold of his tender flesh; his teeth squeezed muscle and vein (the sternocleidomastoid to be exact, and the jugular) which Jesus ripped from the man's neck. Blood was everywhere. Flesh hung from your father's teeth. The man dropped in screeching cries of anguish. Jesus leaned over and took the gun. The door to the Accountant's room flew open. Jesus fired. The man who had taken his letters fell down. The light in the Accountant's room went out. Jesus picked up the lamp (the one he had dropped before he leaped). He threw it into the Accountant's room. He turned around and crouched. The doorman appeared from around the corner with a flashlight. Jesus fired. The flashlight fell down. Jesus got up and turned back. The lamp was still lit inside the room. Jesus approached obliquely. Someone's leg was trying to reach the lamp from behind a desk. Jesus put the rifle's butt by his shoulder and shot the leg. Somebody cried. Then, someone shot, but to no avail. There were two people inside that room at least. Jesus slowly crabbed among the tied-up soldiers. There was a man inside: behind the desk, aiming a pistol through the doorway. Jesus smiled: the man couldn't see a goddamn thing. So Jesus shot him in the head. The other man lifted himself up from behind the desk, swinging his arm around and ready to shoot anything. Jesus shot him in the heart. That was it: five men dead: four guards and one Accountant. Jesus carefully checked every corner with the flashlight. That was it. Everybody else must be robbing the bank, Jesus thought. The real terrorists had no idea. Jesus smiled; he chuckled: there was no one else - just him, and a platoon. Perfect.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na chronić wSeks dla Dzieci
Her left arm was across her waist; her right arm was resting against her breast, her right hand clutching, clutching her heart! climbing her neck! wrapping around and squeezing passionately. O Indiana! Why have you possessed me? Why have you seduced me into this maddening dream? I want to love you quietly and peacefully and safely: I want peace - I want to love you: o lullaby, sweet lullaby, bring me to sleep, sweet lullaby. Sing away my fears, put aside my tears - please, the Lord and I need to rest a while. O lullaby, bring a dream to me, let me see a dream, and regarding dreams, let me guard my dreams, let me live my dreams, let me, lullaby...oh, why must my dreams come to such terrifying ends: the first chord breaks.
End this agitato. End this agitato. End this crescendo, diminuendo, crescendo poco a poco reaching the heights of human ecstasy, flittering our fingers, curling our toes and floating, floating down, too heavy to fly, shattering, and falling like rain in a million pieces down, to the ground, away from God's majesty - dashing madly across the keys my fingers flying ran the crescendo up in haste: no love to feel, no love to seize, my heart dying of disease - no time to waste - headlong falling into a pool and treading water, trying to swim, trying to leave but something pulling, pulling down, I forced my way up and out, climbing but slipping, falling, and then regaining myself and then stopping now...ritenuto...oh ritenuto: give me God's mercy: give me God's mercy: give me a moment now, end me my heartache now, end me my heartache now, please give, now: sotto voce, ben legato, molto più lento: o lullaby, sweet lullaby, bring me to sleep, sweet lullaby. Sing away my fears, put aside my tears - please, the Lord and I need to rest a while. O lullaby, bring a dream to me, let me see a dream, and regarding dreams, let me guard my dreams, let me live my dreams, let me, lullaby, dream - oh, what a beautiful melody fills my heart and wraps around me. How in love I was that night! How furious were my body, mind and soul arguing with each other. But, for a moment, playing this trio, life was quiet. My heart was tranquilized. My thoughts were suspended, my soul bathing in joy. And my eyes were drinking it. They came a long way to find themselves a watering hole, and finally, the time was right - no enemies nearby, no traps to catch me - everything was peaceful. And that was no surprise: for who should be standing guard? Indiana was! and may she continue in my dreams: for she was standing in front of me like a figure from the grandest of my dreams, like she were surrounded by fog, and only her own body could escape its grayness. She stood there in the doorway like grace itself, the light from the kitchen granting her man's electrical mandorla.
But it wasn't far to the dormitory. It wasn't long before I was sheltered by the awning of the building, cursing the locked door and cursing Luke for having to live in a dormitory. With no identification, I had to wait for a student to leave and let me in, and then I had to wrangle with a guard. Luckily, it was only a student, and with Luke's key in hand, all that was needed was the most ingenuous of carefully crafted smiles.
"Funny thing about that door," I continued. "Imagine being a woman trapped in a gentleman's club. It's like the opposite of eloping: there is not one man, but many; and instead of being young and impetuous, they are all old and lecherous." This provoked a very modest chuckle; my companion, apparently having satisfied himself with his surroundings, decided to look me in the eye and answer in a most provocative manner, asking me if I would like to elope. I was taken off guard; it took me a moment to realize he meant generally speaking. "Oh heavens no!" I cried. "I would never do something like that. Look at what it brought poor William Hogarth: he was childless all his days."
Rothko, getting impatient, said he was sorry and proposed a stakeout. Nike was keen on walking around and searching, but smoking opium was also appealing. Considering that they could be guarding at least one exit, he agreed to return to the car. Luckily, Luka had not been apprehended.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na chronić wTsiga Tsiga Tsiga
Shephard aimed his gun at the man. He wasn't that close. If Pepsi missed, he would turn around and shoot her. "What about the other one?" he thought. "He could see the rock in the corner of his eye." He switched aim. He second-guessed himself. He switched back. There was no time. Pepsi was swinging her arm. "Damn it," thought Shephard. She threw. Shephard switched aim again. He fired. His target fell. The officer turned. Shephard aimed at him. He ran out of sight. Somebody else fired. It was Pepsi's guard. Shephard looked. Pepsi had not only missed, she had fallen into the yard. The guard was running towards her. Shephard aimed. He fired. He shot him.
A woman who started swimming crawl must have noticed something in the corner of her eye. She stopped and stared at Patsy's naked body. He waved and smiled. The woman screamed. Instead of pointing, she began splashing hysterically. The lifeguard dove into the water. Everybody stared. "I'm over here," cried Patsy.
Miss April got close. Tatum put her hands on the woman's hips. They kissed three times. They embraced. Tatum nuzzled her face into Miss April's soft, blond hair. She broke off. She picked up her bags. She walked away. She passed the line for passengers. She told herself not to turn around. She did. She smiled. Miss April waved. Tatum looked away. She had come to the moon to avoid these things.
The passport officer checked Tatum's papers for longer than necessary. He beckoned for a guard. A bewildered Tatum was escorted into a room. Inside stood Doc Uzumaki.
Kwon said, "If Jing gives birth, the creatures will take her child. They will eat it. They know about the bellies. Bo must have told them. The one who came was looking for my wife. I scared it off. I followed it down the river. I saw the cave where they live. It's on the shore of a vast ocean. Jing must be there. You would never free her. Guards were everywhere with spears."
Bei wailed. She pulled her hair. She cried, "What will I do?"
"There's a Monkey Ball team based near the north pole-perhaps you've heard of them: the Sams Town Blackguards. They're owned by a Manga person named Zyplukk. He's not high on our list of priorities. I want you to hang around the team. Take pictures. Send them wirelessly back to us."
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na chronić wPrzykra Pani Jackson
FLETCHER: Trouble. The Tahitians were already upset. They hadn't been given any land when the island was divided, not to mention the fact that some of them were being beaten. Naturally, they started plotting. What they didn't take into account was the fact that To-ofa-iti, the blacksmith's new wife, was not complaining. The blacksmith was important. That made her important. She started singing a song, the words of which went, "Why does black man sharpen axe? To kill white man." When Fletcher Christian heard that song, he grabbed his musket, ran to the Tahitians, charged them with their crime, and pulled the trigger. The gun misfired. Two of the men ran; the rest protested their innocence. They begged for a chance to take care of it. They decided they should try to poison To-ofa-iti's husband. He didn't fall for it. He was too smart. Ultimately, one of the Tahitian men pulled a pistol on him in the presence of his wife. Again, the gun misfired. The two of them started grappling on the ground. Who knows who would've won? To-ofa-iti, however, was not about to take chances. She picked up the pistol with her own two hands and bopped her husband squarely on the head.
ALICE: She killed him?
FLETCHER: Eventually. Things were deceptively quiet for a few weeks. It didn't take long for judgment to fall upon the poor blacksmith. The Tahitians shot him down like a pig. Ironically, that's what the other mutineers thought they were doing. Being scattered all over the island, each man heard the shots and naturally assumed that somebody was hunting. Most of them found out too late that they were the prey.
ALICE: How many of them were killed?
FLETCHER: On that day, now known as Massacre Day, five of the original nine mutineers were fatally shot. Fletcher Christian was next. He was standing in his garden. Both of his hands were on his spade. He looked up at the sky and smiled. He never saw it coming. They shot him right through the heart.
ALICE: How did the others survive?
FLETCHER: Jackson was shot through the neck but he lived.
FLETCHER: It's a miracle. Ned Young slept through the whole thing. The women didn't want to wake him. They all liked him and they didn't want to see him get hurt, so they stood around his hut and guarded him. Eventually, though, even he had to get his hands dirty. The women wanted revenge on the Tahitians for killing their husbands. After Ned's consort chopped off the ringleader's head with an axe, he was made to go and shoot the last remaining rebel. That was the end of the bloodshed - not counting when he and Jackson got Quintal drunk and murdered him.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na chronić w Miscellaneous Dingbats
One day out of the blue Kelly asked me for a ride home. She let me take her straight to my house. She never went back to pick up clothes or anything. She lounged around my house naked for a week. I finally told her she should either wash the one pair of clothes she had and come with me to pick up more or tell me what I should buy cause I was willing to pay for anything. She said she was fine with whatever I thought was okay.
I killed a cat. It was an accident. I was trying to cut its fur. I wanted to show Kelly the ugliness of a shaved pussy. I don't deserve two years of prison for it. Cruelty to animals is nothing next to how humans treat each other. They put me in the same prison I used to guard. At the very least I know which of these bitches aren't shaved. Those are the ones I can fuck. Even when I was a kid I couldn't stand a bare floor. All the blood stains and grime and guts on the linoleum in the kitchen. It was disgusting. It always curled up at the edges. Like Kelly's toes. As soon as I get out of here I'll find that girl. I'll get her the biggest razor I can find.
As I was heading to the door Kelly told me to buy a razor. She couldn't understand why I didn't have one. I asked her what it was for. She gave me a funny look. She said her pubes were growing back. I told her that's what I wanted. She turned away. She didn't say a word. As I went back to the door she shouted, "Are you gonna get one or not?" I was angry. I realized why she had been such a pillow princess the past week. Here I was thinking she was bashful. She just didn't like my bush. I tore my panties off right then and there. I made her like it.
I was surprised how close the camp was to my house. I never knew it was there. I never used to go in that direction. I started driving up to see Kelly every day. I told her I was coming to say hi. I was trying to figure out if she was into me. I kept wanting to invite her out for a drink but she was underage. I'd ask if she was thirsty. She'd let me buy her a bottle of water from the camp. I'd give her money. She'd insist on giving me the bottle. Then I'd give it right back. I didn't think it was going anywhere.
Two years and still counting. No word from the devil. The bitch made promises. A fat check. Enough to pay for surgery. Where is she now? Two yards under. Seventy-two inches. I did the math. The scientist in the east wing told me that much soil would weigh about a ton. That's two thousand pounds. Way more than I can lift. I'm a big girl. The bitch that took my cigarettes was a tiny little thing. Even if she did come back from hell she'd never get out from under that earth. Unless they dig a hole next to her. I wish I knew where she was buried. I could do something about it.
Tabela kolokacji dla angielskiego odpowiednika na "Chronić."
Ta tabela zawiera listę w kolejności malejącej częstotliwości wyboru ciągów tekstowych, które pojawiają się w Korpusie i grupuje je według derywacji morfologicznej angielskiego odpowiednika na chronić który jest obecny.
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Jeszcze nie wykonałem dla kobiet analizę kolokacji angielskiego odpowiednika na "chronić." Mam nadzieję, że będę mógł to zrobić za niedługo. -Michał
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Sebastian był członkiem gwardii pretorianów rzymskiego cesarza, który miał czelność uczyć wartości chrześcijańskie w czasie pracy. W Stanach Zjednoczonych, skąd pochodzę, istnieje wśród żołnierzy amerykańskich tradycja brak udziału w polityce, przynajmniej kiedy się nosi mundur. Ja myślę, że mężczyźni i kobiety w mundurach, którzy nie głosują lub nie wyrażają publicznie swoje polityczne poglądy zachowują się idiotyczne albo są zastraszeni groźbą kary od przełożonych. Tak czy inaczej, są rzezańcy. Moim celem w tworzeniu Serię Swiętego Sebastiana jest umieścić ciało i twarz prawdziwego żołnierza na pierwszym planie. Dobry żołnierz stawia swoją misję przed samym sobą. Często kończy się martwy.. Prawdziwy żołnierz rozpoznaje złą misję kiedy go widzi i nie boi się to powiedzieć. Święty Sebastian nie był krową, pomimo to, że mądrzy ludzie chcieliby nam przekonać inaczej. Święty Sebastian jest patronem wszystkich manifestantów, którzy napotykają strzały motłochu za to że mówią głośno.