Możesz uczyć się angielskiego - gramatykę też - we własnym mieszkaniu - Bielsko-Biała style!
Wierzę w wykonalność podawania angielskiego jako uniwersalny język. Nie cenię nieciekawego projektu przez który angielski język jest nauczany.
Dla Bielsko-Biała szkoła angielskiego powinno być gwarancja że wreszcie opanujesz globalnego języka.
Uczyć się angielskiego to nie Bielsko - Helios - do którego chodzimy raz na jakiś czas z przyjemnością.
Trzeba być aktywny. Trzeba być systematyczny. Trzeba mieć dobry plan.
Ze sztuką dla kobiet pomagamy położyć kres argumentu ad hominem
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...
Mój samolot wylądował w Polsce 20 czerwca. Miesiąc później byłem w Austrii. Dwa dni później, w Słowenii. Następnego dnia, w Chorwacji. Tydzień później, we Włoszech. Następnego dnia, w Szwajcarii. Następnego dnia, we Francji. Następnego dnia, w Niemczech. Następnego dnia, w Belgii. Następnego dnia, w Holandii. Wszystko w towarzystwie kobiety którą poznałem mojego pierwszego weekendu w kraju.
Jako artysta, od początku mojej kariery, praca moja została poświęcona problemowi akceptacji ciała, cel, który później uświadomiłem sobie wspolnie trzymałem z całą społecznością ludzi którzy się nazywają naturystami, skromny fragment z której znalazłem zamieszkany w Polsce, kraj, którego kulturalny konserwatyzm nie nadaje się łatwo do przyszłościowego myślenia. Jeden z tych przyszłosciowo-myślących polskich naturystów była Gosia.
Jako Amerykanin, ja byłem pełen optymizmu i pewności siebie graniczącej z brawurą. Byłem gotowy do wypalania kół z samochodu, którego dopiero kupiłem i przed koncem tak właśnie się stało. Jako Europejczyk, ona była ostrożna i nieufna. Musiała się upewnić, że klimatyzacja działała. Działało. Jeżeli właściwym sposobem złamane pokrętło kręcono.
Zrób dla innych to, co chciałbyś by zrobili dla Ciebie. Ale jak zdecydować co chcielibyśmy żeby ktoś zrobił, jeśli nigdy nie mieliśmy okazji wejść w czyjeś buty? Jeśli nigdy nie zostałesz porzucona przez matki, jak mamy traktować kogoś, kto był? Ktoś, kto widocznie nieustannie cierpi z tego powodu? Ja z Gosią mieliśmy 46 dni i 10.000 kilometrów, aby spróbować wzajemnie buty drugiego. Mieliśmy jeden samochód i jeden namiot, w których mogliśmy usłyszeć nawzajem naszych słów. Nauczyliśmy się współpracować. Zaczęliśmy się uczyć jak słuchać.
Michal's Słownik Polsko Angielski: Tłumaczając słowo Słowo
Wymowa dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Słowo
Jeszcze nie opublikowałem dla kobiet wymowę angielskiego odpowiednika na "słowo."
Definicja dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Słowo
Podstawowym amerykańskim angielskim odpowiednikiem na słowo jest angielskie słowo word.
Szczegóły w krótkim czasie.
Powszechne stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na słowo w przykładowych zdań
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na Słowo w Korpusie Utworów Michała
Jeszcze muszę zrobić dla kobiet analizę morfologiczną dla angielskiego odpowiednika na "słowo."
To nie znaczy, że nie jest wysoko na moim liście.
Tabela częstotliwości angielskiego odpowiednika na "Słowo."
Wymienione w tabeli w kolejności malejącej łączna liczba razy, iż angielski odpowiednik na "słowo" 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 słowo," ale wkrótce do tego się weżmę. -Michal
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na słowo wEwangelia Jezusa H.
"I can't explain." I turned to your mother and said, "These moments: these moments have filled me with -" I shook my head, looking for the right words - "incredible joy, confusion, satisfaction -" I lowered my head. SATISFACTION? I SHOULD'VE SAID, 'HAPPINESS.' THAT'S MORE LIKE JOY THOUGH; SATISFACTION IS GOOD; IT CAPTURES SOMETHING MORE - MORE WHAT? MORE BASE? PRIMORDIAL? NO, NOT PRIMORDIAL; MORE BASE: THAT'S GOOD. OH, GET ON WITH IT. "These past few days have passed like a dream," I said, looking into her eyes: her big, beautiful brown almond-shaped eyes. "Your eyes are so beautiful." I got up. I lifted your mother to her feet. "I have something to give you, Zoe." Holding out her hand, I gave her three bullets. "I've had them for a while," I said, grinning rather sheepishly.
"This morning, before I left for the battlefield, I asked my grandfather's nephew whether he would join me for church. He's half-Czech, by the way. You know what he said? He said he would go to church only if the farář paid him - farář is their word for priest - but seeing as how he's expected to pay the farář, there's no way that he would ever go."
And so it was that Jesus was made to pursue two disparate things at once: your mother's love and Leonard Cohen-Krupnik's head. Zoe's trust in your father was essential to both goals and Jesus took pains to nurture it. His own trust in Zoe was strong, but, nevertheless, plagued by doubts and anger inspired by Zoe's incomplete control over her feelings. Jesus never revealed to her either of his two goals during this process, but, then again, your mother never mentioned the word 'love' either, nor did she ever inquire as to Jesus's intentions concerning the Krupniks. If she had asked, 'Do you love me?' or 'Do you intend to kill Leonard Cohen-Krupnik?' Jesus would've had to say 'Yes' and 'Yes.' He was not afraid of being honest. However, since your mother was afraid, or too naïve, or too oblivious, or, most probably of all, too sensitive to ask either of those two questions, Jesus felt justified in his actions. After all, Zoe agreed to unscrew the vent in Leonard Cohen-Krupnik's bathroom. What did she think I was going to do? Take a shower?
It was generally acknowledged that, at some point, the restrictions would have to return. In the meantime, interplanetary trade in fossil fuels began to flourish once again; export was up and it seemed as if Earth's economy would naturally readjust and ever so gradually return to its former dependence on renewable sources of energy. That was wishful thinking. However, terrorists were unexpected - just like the corruption of interplanetary shipping companies was unexpected - just like the Martian Revolution was unexpected. Earth was faced with an unexpected situation: the countless wet scrubbers, electrostatic precipitators, and fabric-filter baghouses weren't cleaning the air as fast as we were polluting it, which, in other words, meant that the atmosphere, though deceptively improving in the lower regions of the troposphere, was only getting much, much worse in the crucial regions of the stratosphere. That was bad.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na słowo wSeks dla Dzieci
I stopped it again, but the girl said, "Let it play." So I rewound it briefly and listened as carefully as possible. I thought I heard a lilting action, a soft bounce, like breath exhaling. It was only a murmur of sound, not words, and then: only Nike, describing a student from rehearsal. "The peaches and bananas: that was the best part, let's have a bit of that." So I started to rewind all the way. "I think I'm going to use it for my paper. It was almost violent!"
There was something else different about this dream: unlike the first two, I did not feel my own presence. That was truly disturbing. I don't know where I was - or, I should say, I don't know where that thing was which I was considering to be a projection of my own consciousness. Oh, but that is truly disturbing: why must I write such nonsense? All this dream business has me writing psychobabble: the worst kind of sex-driven mania.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 4, The Fourth Day, Part 1, Our Constitution & Constitutional Reform, Section 1, Losing Oneself, Paragraph 4
Your presence in your words was comforting, and I confess that, until now, I have suffered from your absence, and I held myself, by all accounts, among the lonelier of men - and all despite my attractive company. But without you, Sister, I am like a cloud without a storm, like a steppe without a fire, like a stable without a horse: I am too open for these times; I am too vulnerable to be sitting in this hospital by myself. Luckily, there's this letter I'm writing; your letter I have too: I keep it in my breast pocket. I have underlined all the best parts, and the parts with which I disagree - but those are of little importance.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 2, Poetics, Paragraph 4, Clauses 8-12
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na słowo wTsiga Tsiga Tsiga
Tatum bounced down Sams Town's main concourse. She wondered what to do. She couldn't contact Uzumaki. Miss April had told her ten thousand times, "Never lose sight of the PDA." Tatum was too upset to wonder why Manga People were scurrying around her like shrews. She hardly noticed them. When she reached her apartment, she found a note stuck to her door.
It said, "I know where it is. Come to the radioactive pool. Dress sexy." The word 'sexy' was underlined-twice.
Shephard asked, "Is it painful?" Clark smirked. A man came into the room. He was holding up a digital video camera. He pointed it at Clark. He watched him on his flipped out viewscreen. He zoomed in. He zoomed out. He shook his head. He yelled out a few harsh words. He told the boy something. He left. The boy put back the blindfolds.
"Don't sweat it," said Shephard. "These guys look like amateurs."
Sargon was dropped. The porters fled. The bodyguards' heads rolled to the ground. As pathetic as the situation was, the king seemed determined to defend himself. He braced his body. He lifted his sword. It was no match for the bloom of Atar. The king's head rolled.
"Praise to the Holy Bhag," said Gog. "My son and I shall soon be buried with our forefathers." The champion of the west took the sword of the son of Gog. He prepared to face his great uncle in single combat. Gog took up his sword and the sword of his consort.
Gog smirked. "What I might have done in one stroke," he explained, "I do in two for lack of a brace." He turned the buckle around. He addressed the uncut bar. He slowly lifted the sword. He addressed the bar again. He slowly lifted the sword. He swung. The bar broke-as did the woman-towards her horse. Gog ran behind her. She knew she had no time to mount. She reached into her saddle. She pulled out a dagger. Gog froze. The woman stepped backwards. She drew the dagger close to herself. Reaching the horse's neck, she jabbed the blade into its throat. The horse collapsed.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na słowo wPrzykra Pani Jackson
LUKE: (to ALICE)
I'll explain later.
MS. JACKSON: How dare you invade this house? You idiot! What were you trying to do? Rape my cook? Don't tell me she was expecting you. You weren't expecting him, were you?
MS. JACKSON: You were trying to seduce her. My God! With a sudden invasion of the sofa bed? Not even an imbecile would consider that an effective strategy. You've lost your wits completely, haven't you? Pathetic. If you're so desperate for sex, why don't you try buying some attention?
GREY GOOSE: I admit that there have been a few times in the past couple years when I thought my vow of fidelity to you had long since expired. There may even have been a few times when I looked after a nice bit of flesh. Despite that, I've never been unfaithful to you, Ms. Jackson, no matter what you might think. As for this, I won't deny what I was after - and have been after for too long now - which is, namely, to sleep in my own bed, whether or not your cook or your lover or anyone else is in it at the time - and that, my dear, is a matter of your own construction.
MS. JACKSON: You deserved to be expelled. Do you think I enjoyed getting looks in town? Complimenting my dress, were they? You promised me you had never fooled around and that you never would. Now I know every single word they ever uttered about you is true. How could you? After all we've been through? I loved you.
FLETCHER: Come on.
GREY GOOSE: Wait. I've got some more to say. I confess I earned somewhat of a reputation in my day - for reasons mostly beyond my control, like my virility and my instinctual desire to perform well.
FLETCHER: Don't screw it up.
– ACT II, lines 347-355
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
GREY GOOSE: Must you always be so oblivious?
MS. JACKSON: I demand an explanation.
FLETCHER: From whom?
MS. JACKSON: (to KOKOMO) You.
KOKOMO: I don't know anything.
MS. JACKSON: Fletcher.
FLETCHER: Mum's the word.
MS. JACKSON: Grey Goose.
GREY GOOSE: Alright. There's a bunch of money in the music box.
– ACT II, lines 402-410
FLETCHER: Oh, marriage! Where would man be without thy warm bondage? Those who fear the rope will never know the pleasure of being tied up: of pushing with all one's might only to stand still. It is a perverse joy, indeed, to take the plunge through the trapdoor: to hear one's soul snapping in two, pushing one's heart into one's throat: to say the words, 'I do.' To wed and then to bed - how old-fashioned an order! One cannot help but desire permanence in such an ever-changing world. To oppose it, lashed to a rock, feeling its weight crush one's spirit, may be a Promethean punishment best reserved for the noble. It is no wonder that only the force of custom and law kept so many together for so long. Matrimony is not for the faint of heart. So watch out, you concubines and concubinaries - you cohabitants and live-in friends: both cataracts and calm pools await you, but no peace at that river's end: just the wide, gaping maw of dissoluteness and abandon: the ocean of human desire, with nothing to do but sink. So swim home, like salmon, and enjoy rest: the comfort you get from being tied up. My prayers were answered: I am a man again - and soon to be more: a husband. Wish me luck, for the night is still young, and many acts of husbandry await me.
– ACT II, line 550
ALICE: How old were they?
MS. JACKSON: You're taking after your father.
FLETCHER: Father never worried about getting himself extorted. Everybody already seemed to know whom he was - what's the word?
FLETCHER: Thank you, Alice. Rooting.
LUKE: We're gonna have you speakin' Strine before we leave.
FLETCHER: With wowsers like my mother, it won't be enough.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na słowo w Miscellaneous Dingbats
"This is about the girl, isn't it," said Orbitz Número Dos. "I really do love her." Orbitz Nombre Trois said nothing. Orbitz Número Dos picked up the dead legs. They started moving the body towards the airlock. "Did I talk?" asked Orbitz Número Dos. "Before I died?"
Orbitz Nombre Trois stopped. He gave himself a cold hard look. He said, "I'd like to tell myself exactly what my last words will be. Except I would only scoff." He started to move again.
I got off the bus at a small town. It was a two hour wait for the minibus to the village. People in the square stared at me. I kept hearing the words, "Dirty chocolate. Wipe your face." Something possessed me to buy a towel and a box of chocolates. I walked around with them. It made me feel like I was in on a joke.
Some women don't care much for context. They take words at face value. They twist them around. Never use poetic license with a woman. Never use poetry at all. A woman will only think you're trying to seduce her.
I waddled out. I stood up. I wiped the largest chunks of ash from my face. I opened my eyes. Nike was staring at me. He was standing a few feet away. For the second time that night, he was at a loss for words.
Tabela kolokacji dla angielskiego odpowiednika na "Słowo."
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 słowo który jest obecny.
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Jeszcze nie wykonałem dla kobiet analizę kolokacji angielskiego odpowiednika na "słowo." Mam nadzieję, że będę mógł to zrobić za niedługo. -Michał
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