Możesz uczyć się angielskiego - gramatykę też - we własnym mieszkaniu - Bielsko-Biała style!
Akceptuję możliwość używania angielskiego jako uniwersalny standard. Nie cenię męczącego projektu przez który angielski jest przedstawiony.
Dla Bielsko-Biała szkoła angielskiego powinno być zgromadzenie Bielszczanów którzy pragną opanować angielski i decydują się na pozbywanie wszelkiego wstydu w osiągnięcu celu.
Uczyć się angielskiego to nie Bielsko - Helios - do którego chodzimy raz na jakiś czas z przyjemnością.
Uczyć angielskiego to jest budowanie nowy dom w głowie. Trzeba być aktywny.
Ze sztuką dla kobiet pomagamy położyć kres korupcji
Siła i godność strojem jej...
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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...
Cztery dni po przyjeździe do Polski, w znacznej mierze kraj katolicki obchodził Boże Ciało, czyli uroczyste procesje wdzłuż ulicy i tym podobnym. Trzy dni później zrobiłem własną uroczystą przysięgę, że jeśli dostanę szansę to wyrazić, chciałbym pokazać miłość do pewnej kobiety, którą dopiero spotkałem.
Choć jako artysta pracowałem na rzecz akceptacji ciała od początku mojej kariery, i będąc, jako byłym modelem który nieraz pozował do aktu, przyżwyczajony do bycia nagi w otoczeniu społecznym, nie byłem znacznie zapoznany ze światem naturystów i nudystów który pracował na ten sam cel wspierająć człowieka. Zwiedzając nagie plaże i ośrodki wzdłuż wschodniego wybrzeża i biorąc udział w imprezach organizowanych wokół Nowego Jorku przez Young Naturists America, pozostało we mnie niedosyt i przybyłem do Europy, aby zobaczyć rzeczy jak mówią Amerykanie, z drugiej strony stawu. Moje wprowadzenie przejęła Gosia.
Miałem amerykański paszport. Ona nie. A fakt, że jechałem samochodem z polskimi tablicami dał jej wiele okazji, aby wskazać różnicę. To nie było tylko policja i straż graniczna, kto na to patrzyło. Zwykli ludzie zrobili takie same etniczne profilowanie. Jeden właściciel kempingu nie uścisnął mi dłoń, aż uświadomił sobie, że jestem Amerykaninem. Do tego czasu, już miałem wypracowane użycie uproszczonego Angelskiego, co bylo bardziej bliski tego co uchodzi za lingua franca w dzisiejszej Europie. To co Gosia starała się opanować.
Razem z Gosią spędziłem ponad 40 dni w drodze. Zaczęliśmy jako zasadniczo nieznajomymi, ale w tych 40 dniach zaczeliśmy słuchać siebie wzajemnie. Zaczęliśmy uczyć się, jak współpracować. Nasza podróż po Europie może się skończyła, ale nasza podróż ku siebie nadal trwa. Żadna ilość strachu, złości, smutku, niesmaku lub oczekiwania jest w stanie zatrzymać nadzieję. Powoli, lecz z pewnością uczymy się, jak pokonać te demony, które nas nadużywają.
Michal's Słownik Polsko Angielski: Tłumaczając słowo Masa
Wymowa dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Masa
Jeszcze nie opublikowałem dla kobiet wymowę angielskiego odpowiednika na "masa."
Definicja dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Masa
Podstawowym amerykańskim angielskim odpowiednikiem na masa jest angielskie słowo mass.
Szczegóły w krótkim czasie.
Powszechne stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na masa w przykładowych zdań
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na Masa w Korpusie Utworów Michała
Jeszcze muszę zrobić dla kobiet analizę morfologiczną dla angielskiego odpowiednika na "masa."
To nie znaczy, że nie jest wysoko na moim liście.
Tabela częstotliwości angielskiego odpowiednika na "Masa."
Wymienione w tabeli w kolejności malejącej łączna liczba razy, iż angielski odpowiednik na "masa" 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 masa," ale wkrótce do tego się weżmę. -Michal
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na masa wEwangelia Jezusa H.
Those were the days when I first began hearing my voices. FUCK GOD! they said. FUCK JESUS CHRIST, BULLSHIT SON OF GOD! They said terrible things like that. FUCK JESUS CHRIST! they said. FUCK JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I heard them in church during Mass. I HATE GOD! No, I don't! I HATE GOD! No, I don't hate God! HATE GOD! HATE GOD! HATE GOD! HATE GOD! No: fuck it! FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK IT! HATE GOD! HATE GOD! HATE GOD! HATE GOD! Stop it! HATE GOD! HATE GOD! Fuck it, stop! JESUS CHRIST BULLSHIT! SON OF GOD BULLSHIT! FUCK IT JESUS CHRIST BULLSHIT! GOD MOTHERFUCKING BULLSHIT! I would crush the words and throw them out. I would tear them apart and stuff them inside a cannon. I would hold them there inside that cannon for as long as possible, but they were strong. They would push themselves out. Before they did, I would have to run to the other side and light the cannon, shooting those despicable voices out of my head - BOOM! - usually they would land about ten feet away. Then they'd crawl back. They were demons. FUCK GOD! they said. FUCK JESUS CHRIST! FUCK JESUS CHRIST! FUCK JESUS CHRIST! FUCK JESUS CHRIST! FUCK JESUS CHRIST! Stop it motherfucker! FUCK JESUS! FUCK JESUS! FUCK JESUS! FUCK JESUS! FUCK JESUS! Stop it! I HATE JESUS! No, I don't hate Buddha - CHRIST! I HATE JESUS CHRIST! I HATE JESUS CHRIST! I HATE JESUS CHRIST! I HATE JESUS CHRIST! They were never-ending: these fucked-up voices. I would hit my own head against the wall, but nothing happened. Sometimes, they would last for hours - I drove my head against pillows; I shook my head; I would hit my own head, but nothing helped. My mind kept cursing God - no: it wasn't my mind; I knew my mind: these were voices. They were saying these things inside, but they were coming from outside. They were saying these terrible things. I wasn't saying them. I wasn't thinking them. I was hearing them. I knew that. I was positive. I was convinced: the devil was whispering in my ear.
After breakfast, he hitched his saddle and rode downtown. The pilgrims were leaving Treblinka. Jesus wondered if Zoe were still among them. He wondered if she had gone to Mass. From the end of Convent Road, he watched as pilgrims kept marching down the street. They were headed south by southeast. Jesus waited. He was carrying a bag of boiled eggs. When Group Twenty-five marched by, Jesus was relieved to see Zoe among them.
In those days, people didn't trust any central government. Americans didn't trust Washington. The Poles didn't trust Warsaw or Washington. Why should they have? They were fake cities, made by fiat. Nobody wanted to live there. Washington, D.C. had a foggy bottom; Warsaw had the worst soil around - what a perfect place for a capital! Berlin was a backwater town. What made them great? Power! Resources coordinated! Levée en masse! The spoils of war! Nothing else: they would still be villages. They are the most unnatural monsters ever created. People felt it. One by one, they started to wonder: why doesn't Washington, D.C. worry more about Washington, D.C.? Why doesn't Warsaw worry about Warsaw? What gives them the right to worry about everybody else? Why do we have capitals?
Gradually, the information leaked out that the man suspected of organizing the whole thing was not, like the rest of the terrorists, an outer-space pirate, but was, in fact, a once infamous Martian citizen, who, in the months leading up to the Revolution, had been suspected of several assassinations in the province of Elysium. Before the fall of the Martian government, and the subsequent loss of contact with the red planet, the man had been charged and arrested for two murders. What he was doing on Earth organizing a terrorist action was anybody's guess. Before long, the information leaked out that the space ship had been packed with nothing but bottles of air, food, and massive amounts of water - barrels and barrels of it. The man himself had nothing to say except for the fact that some kind of entity named Zeus was the impetus behind his actions. Many of his statements were made public. "Zeus will come to Earth to avenge your sins," he said. "Zeus will free the prisoners," he said. "Zeus will make me free!"
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na masa wSeks dla Dzieci
Nike had to explain to Luka that I was not like other people, that I had no idea what they understood by the term 'work,' that I was not really a piano teacher - at least, not in the professional sense - but that I was, in fact, a writer pretending to be 'working' on a novel, which really meant that I was only "staring at the wall" or "consuming massive amounts of jellybeans, shitting coffee in every color of the rainbow," et cetera, et cetera, but certainly not doing work in the common sense of the term. According to Nike, the most I was doing was sharpening pencils. I thanked him for the explanation. "But really," I said, "is there anything you want to see in particular?"
London was never able to drink it all up, and, in the face of expanding civilization, it was forced to go underground, where its water is currently drained by sewer. Isn't that amazing? You would never think that under such a great metropolis there lay a massive underground river. Well, who knows how massive it is - I'm having trouble imagining. When they say "drained by sewer," who knows what's going on? It could be a little trickle here and there; it could be a massive discharge of fluid from gigantic pipes. What do you think?
There was nobody in the drawing room. I was led down the hall to the back salon. Apparently, Albert didn't want to separate his guests. Maybe this was the kind of party where speeches would be made. I didn't know who these people were. Some of them looked Hungarian, but I couldn't tell. All in all, there were about twenty people, mostly older. I was introduced to them en masse and ceremoniously ignored. Albert gave me a wine glass and told me to help myself. "You can drink whatever you want," he said.
Even my own body seems too large for me. That part of me that remembers itself: what it was thinking at that time, how it perceived itself and its surroundings - that part of me: that self, that constant awareness, that "I" - when that "I" enters my memory, it feels dwarfed by the size of my head, by the size of my face as I remember myself saying what I said, by the size of those around me, by their large hands and arms, large bodies of mass rotating around me.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 4, Self-image, Paragraph 1, Clauses 7-9
The surface of Thaïs is so brilliant, the tunes so seductive in every sense, that you can understand people not bothering to discover what lurks underneath. There is plenty there, not all of it comfortable in its dissection of the human condition, and that, combined with the opera's obvious and immediate attractions, accounts for its special fascination. Massenet's reputation sank to its lowest ebb after the Second World War' - blah, blah, blah - 'first complete recording' - blah, blah, blah. They don't say anything about the movies. Oh well.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 12, Opera, Paragraph 32, Clauses 10-15
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na masa wTsiga Tsiga Tsiga
Gog let himself be swept away. A massive waterfall poured from the ear into a giant lake of blood. Mithra saw her champion floating lifelessly. She jumped down from the beast's back. She bravely pulled Gog to shore. She revived him.
Tae tried again to ascertain the water's depth. As he approached the edge, a rumbling came from somewhere downstream. Tae couldn't see what was causing it. The sound grew loud. He squinted. His eyes widened. A massive wave was rounding a bend. It was climbing the river. It passed Tae as it dissipated into a gentle swell. He thought, "A tide."
Sartorius led the way, twisting around the quadriceps, gripping the crest of the pelvic girdle, whence many muscles start their path-like gluteus maximus, rectus femoris, the three vasti: lateralis, medialis, intermedius-great ships whose massive hulls sartorius escorts down man's thigh-cuddling, wrapping himself over and around them-until he falls spiraling down the inner side, inserting himself at the tibia, the shimmering place behind which robust and shapely gastrocnemius makes his dwelling: the propeller, whom the ancients framed with gleaming buskins.
On the surface, the river was calm. Thoughts of rapids and waterfalls injected themselves into Tae's mind. He imagined Bo drowning. He shook his head. He solemnly vowed never to return without her, no matter how far he would go. If the river drained into a massive whirlpool, he would jump into it. He would die in its murky depths looking for her body.
Tae noticed the river growing narrow. It was getting deep. If it emptied into a lake, he thought, Bo would be saved-unless there were a lake monster. Tae rubbed his eyes. It was useless to worry.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na masa wPrzykra Pani Jackson
(GREY GOOSE enters unseen carrying a letter.) GREY GOOSE: You, a farmer? Gardening maybe - but farming? Your hands are too sensitive. They were made for handling stems and bulbs.
KOKOMO: Can I help you?
GREY GOOSE: Excuse me. I was at the post office and I found a letter for your husband marked 'urgent.'
ALICE: For Luke?
GREY GOOSE: From his team's manager.
ALICE: It must be important. I had better go find him. Thank you. Excuse me, Kokomo. I'm afraid I must leave you - though I hate to do it. This doesn't bode very well for my honeymoon. Thanks for the massage!
– ACT I, lines 846-851
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.
ALICE: It's so barbaric.
– ACT I, lines 616-625
(MS. JACKSON and LESBIAN exit. FLETCHER enters with a towel and massage oil, followed by ALICE)
FLETCHER: Sweet almond: not a bad choice: generic but effective.
ALICE: I'm not the fancy type.
FLETCHER: Yarrow is definitely good for inflammation.
ALICE: You're just bitter I didn't pick the ylang-ylang.
FLETCHER: I am bitter - not surprised. You don't need an aphrodisiac.
ALICE: Are you that good?
FLETCHER: I meant for my sake.
– ACT I, lines 546-552
(ALICE and KOKOMO enter.)
ALICE: Thank you so much. I feel like a new woman.
KOKOMO: Don't mention it.
ALICE: Where did you learn to massage like that?
FLETCHER: It's natural. She's Polynesian. She loves flesh.
KOKOMO: Somebody's tea is getting cold. I'd better clean it up before Ms. Jackson reminds me.
ALICE: I think Ms. Jackson made it.
KOKOMO: For whom?
ALICE: For herself and for Homo.
KOKOMO: Where did they go?
– ACT I, lines 798-806
FLETCHER: (placing the towel on the table) I would rather you get the towel dirty than your clothes.
ALICE: Is that the reason?
FLETCHER: Have you thought of a better one?
ALICE: Not quite.
FLETCHER: I'm trying to ensure the efficacy of this massage.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na masa w Miscellaneous Dingbats
"At the beginning of midnight mass, Albert jumped on the chair. Everybody stared. They were shocked. Nobody had ever done it. They looked at him like, "What are you doing?" He stared at me. He smiled. He said, 'That woman is the witch." He pointed at me. He said, 'She is the most beautiful witch in the whole world. She has bewitched me.' Albert asked me to marry him - right then and there.
The general continued. "Reports of our agents in the Perseus arm confirm the possibility that forces of Scutum-Centaurus are assembling within the shadow of the galactic core. Their presumed intention is to make further raids into the open clusters that border the near end of the bar. Rumors of a so-called hypersphere capable of transporting infinite mass via the brane strings are just that. Rumors. The Orion Star Alliance has concluded that Scutum is not planning further incursions into our territory. Nevertheless the military is on high alert. Dark matter mining will continue to increase. All projects confirmed within the last two galactic arc-seconds will be subject to review and possible suspension. That is all."
Mark and Bill meanwhile were flipping through their respective letters. Mark looked up and caught sight of the old man bending over again and looking through his viewfinder. Mark sped up. He was going to get a glimpse of the eagle before it flew off. He floored the gas. Oblivious to the dangers beyond, he was rushing past the hedgerow. He craned his neck and saw a giant blue and white eagle on the side of Bill's truck. The professor hit the shutter button. Mark frantically swerved. The camera's continuous drive clicked and clicked. Mark hit the brakes. The truck slid heading straight for the professor. Its wheels locked. It surfed on the unswept gravel of the westbound lane of Profile Road and thankfully stopped before crossing the center line. Just as a UPS truck headed east. The driver saw the mass of white coming from his left and instinctively swerved away. Right into the professor. The old man was launched into the sky. Mark watched in horror as the body sailed a good 60 feet before flailing onto the ground. Mark looked at the UPS truck. The driver was paralyzed. Mark looked back at the body. He drove the 60 feet between them. There was no time to run. Reaching the remains of the professor, Mark curbed the wheels. He put the gear in park. He pulled the hand brake. He shut the engine and took out the keys. He didn't want anybody accusing him of not following proper dismounting procedures. He hopped down to the body and saw there was little to be done. He called for an ambulance.
A few months later the professor was again observing Bill and Mark going up the hill. He noted the difference in time. He calmly consulted his formula. He calculated a 95% chance of collision. There had never been such a high probability. The professor rushed out of the house. Again he almost tripped and fell on the tripod. He set himself up on the side of the road. He made sure the lighting was adequate. He programmed the continuous drive. He heard the sound of two engines coming down the hill. He couldn't stop smiling. He was on the verge of a photographic masterpiece. Better than the shot of the two cars that got stuck trying to get into the same tollbooth. This would be a series of pictures framed and hung in a massive room in a famous art gallery. "Dueling postmen" he would call it. "No," he thought to himself. "Large Postman Collider. An Experiment in Physics."
Management, rather than allow any rural route to permanently profit from this massive windfall of mail, decided it didn't have time to settle the issue immediately. Yet dictator Steve the Second somehow found time to drive out to Profile and Login every single day to personally deliver one woman's mail. Until he could hire and train a temp to do it for him.
The rural union filed a grievance. Of course a month was not enough time to arbitrate a local matter. Not with the National Mail Count on the horizon. There were grievances all over.
Tabela kolokacji dla angielskiego odpowiednika na "Masa."
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 masa który jest obecny.
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Jeszcze nie wykonałem dla kobiet analizę kolokacji angielskiego odpowiednika na "masa." Mam nadzieję, że będę mógł to zrobić za niedługo. -Michał
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