Możesz uczyć się angielskiego - gramatykę też - we własnym domu - Bielsko-Biała style!
Doceniam pojęcie używania angielskiego jako światowa lingua franca. Nie cenię konwencjonalnego przepisu przez który język angielski jest nauczany.
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 Beskidy - jakieś atrakcje które oglądamy ze zdziwieniem.
Uczyć angielskiego to jest budowanie nowy dom w głowie. Trzeba być aktywny. Trzeba być systematyczny. Trzeba mieć dobry plan.
Leczmy antyspołeczne zaburzenie osobowości z pomocą sztuki dla kobiet
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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...
Pod koniec mojego pierwszego tygodnia w Europie w 2011 roku, nie tylko kupiłem samochód ale i też poznałem kobietę, która pózniej towarzyszyła mnie na 10.000 kilometrową wędrówką po kontynencie europejskim, jeżdżąc tym samym uszkodzonym samochodem który kupiłem, i dzieląc się tym samym małym namiotem z Walmart, który przyniosłem ze mną na samolocie.
Wiedziałem że naturyzm był popularny w wielu częściach Europy i jako artysta, który pracował na rzecz akceptacji ciała przez całej jego kariery zależało mi na dokumentowanie jakiś mały fragment. Przyglądając się ze zdziwieniem znalazłem bardzo ważną część kryjąca się w Polsce. Miała na imię Gosia.
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.
Pomimo dystans kulturalny który istniał między nami, udało nam spędzić 10.000 kilometrów w jednym samochodzie. Spędziliśmy ponad 40 dni w jednym namiocie. Zaczęliśmy uczyć się jak mamy słuchać siebie wzajemnie. Zaczęliśmy uczyć się zaakceptować nasze różnice i jak mogliśmy z nich korzystać zamiast pozwolić aby one nas rozdzieliły. Powoli, lecz z pewnością zaczęliśmy uczyć się pokonać te demony które nas nadużywają.
Michal's Słownik Polsko Angielski: Tłumaczając słowo Przestrzeń
Wymowa dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Przestrzeń
Jeszcze nie opublikowałem dla kobiet wymowę angielskiego odpowiednika na "przestrzeń."
Definicja dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Przestrzeń
Podstawowym amerykańskim angielskim odpowiednikiem na przestrzeń jest angielskie słowo space.
Szczegóły w krótkim czasie.
Powszechne stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na przestrzeń w przykładowych zdań
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na Przestrzeń w Korpusie Utworów Michała
Jeszcze muszę zrobić dla kobiet analizę morfologiczną dla angielskiego odpowiednika na "przestrzeń."
To nie znaczy, że nie jest wysoko na moim liście.
Tabela częstotliwości angielskiego odpowiednika na "Przestrzeń."
Wymienione w tabeli w kolejności malejącej łączna liczba razy, iż angielski odpowiednik na "przestrzeń" 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 przestrzeń," ale wkrótce do tego się weżmę. -Michal
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na przestrzeń wEwangelia Jezusa H.
What about the launch? Food, air, and tons and tons and tons of water? It makes no sense. The least they could do is take some fossil fuel to sell - I mean: that's what it's all about, right? Fuel? Let's face it: I'm sure there's plenty of people up in space who always need more water, but, first of all, they're poor; second of all, they're not gonna pay much for water - it makes no sense.
"What the fuck is this?" continued the Krupnik. "You know what this is? This is the fuckin' line to the goddamn checkpoint. We're gonna be here for fuckin' two hours or more. When we cross this bridge, you can wave hello to the goddamn howitzers. What the fuck is going on? This planet: it's madness. This is worse than usual - and usually, it's pretty fuckin' bad. That Lipski's gonna have to pay for this - goddamn it: it's not his fault. It's the goddamn situation. It's fuckin' terrorists, outer-space pirates, American interests - goddamn it. It's a good thing this city has a moat - if not for that, fuckin' Lipski wouldn't know where to put his troops. I can read him like a goddamn book. Once we shoot around on this bypass, we can ram ourselves up his goddamn ass. Why do you think I left the hood red? That's a sign for the terrorists. This way, they won't shoot us. Goddamn it! Welcome to the fuckin' party, boy. I hope you like it."
Blaming America was difficult. For the simple-minded, it was easy, but most people were conflicted. America was a beautiful country; it had suffered much, but who hadn't? Besides, Americans were in space, in stations orbiting around the Earth; America was on the moon, racing China for the best pieces of real estate. Even though half their country was gone, they were still on top! They were in orbit around the Earth! American soil filled the stratosphere, casting its shadow across the globe: and they were above it! They couldn't care less. To them, the damage was done. Yellowstone exploded - thank you very much, now go and help yourself.
In those days, many political things were happening. War broke out: a United Nations coalition led by the United States was fighting piracy in outer space. There was a man calling himself Sadatmo of Dhagbod; he was a leader of pirates threatening the trade routes between the Moon, where China dominated, and the Earth's orbit, which America controlled. For reasons beyond my scope of understanding at the time, this conflict involved Mars, which, apparently, had been supporting the pirates in their struggle against American trade interest. Many of the pirates were members of bankrupt or otherwise out-of-business tourist or shipping companies. They blamed America for their abject poverty: they had nothing, and the companies who cooperated with the United States (flying their flag even!) were considered fair game.
The Reserve Army division (whose general staff headquarters had been placed in Treblinka) was supposed to be preventing terrorists from joining up with their brethren in Poznan (to the north) or else from filtering through the southwestern Polish countryside towards the nearest spaceport around, located a few miles south of Warsaw. The Reserve Army, in the few weeks since Wroclaw had fallen under terrorist siege, had made several very important and surprising accomplishments: it had finally stopped favoring Germany and German interests; it had finally looked past the so-called 'Looney Triangle' of Hamburg, Bremen, and Berlin; it had finally considered the possibility that terrorists were being manipulated (or else directly controlled) by an agent or agents whose agendas had very little in common with terrorists' traditional goals of killing Americans and their allies - after all, what the hell were they doing on planet Earth? They had plenty of soft targets in outer space and especially in Earth's orbit - they were consciously neglecting them. That made no sense whatsoever. The Reserve Army finally deployed two divisions east. As an afterthought, one was sent down to Silesia, while the main contingent made a beeline to the capital. Thanks to them, Jesus found his way out.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na przestrzeń wSeks dla Dzieci
He was taken to a room with drawings - many of them I recognized: by Rodin: Cambodian dancers. The rest of them were unknown, but, then again, the room was dimly lit: perhaps there wasn't enough light for me to recognize them. It was very strange: all the lamps had huge, heavy lampshades on them; they were positioned all around the room, which was very spacious, not very cluttered; there was a lot of furniture along the walls, but most of the space was unoccupied. Perhaps they had orgies here, but not tonight.
My eyes - I had no eyes - my vision grew accustomed to the dark. I could see the shadows of trees. They were immense. They floated. They rustled. They terrified. The terror took shape. It stretched like a tube of darkness. It headed past the other side of the car. It was the other side. It was emptiness. I floated towards it. I filled it. I was balancing out the space. It was pulling me like dark matter. My hand clung to the door. I tried to hold on. I couldn't.
In the backseat of a broad car - it was American - the upholstery was cold. It was leather. I smelled its tanned freshness. I rubbed its surface. It was smooth - like a lady's backside. The headrest blocked my view. It was dark. I turned. I didn't have a head. There was no reflection in the glass. I had a hand - nothing else. I felt the leather getting warm beneath me. What was it touching? I had no buttocks. My hand passed through the space where my buttocks should have been. I was a ghost.
ANDY: It's not like aliens or whatever. I mean, there's space travel, but: it's only alluded to, you know? They talk about it like it's normal, but it's not a major feature of the book. By this time, in the future, Mars is like Earth, you know?
ANDY: It's living space. And we kill for it, unfortunately. So I think we'll have more space in heaven. Although I hope we don't have a problem with gravity. Because in this world, if our planet were any bigger, we'd all be very fat - or, at least, we'd think so, because we'd feel so heavy. And I suppose if heaven is what it's cracked up to be, we're all going to feel as light as feathers.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na przestrzeń wTsiga Tsiga Tsiga
"Do you feel a draft? There must be a window." Shephard ran his hand along the brick. He found a curtain. He opened it. "A back door," he cried. Shephard crawled through. The passage was short and tight. On the other side, a large dune blocked the view. A crawlspace led to the left. Shephard decided to climb the sand.
Clark came up through the passage. "What do you see?" he asked.
All of a sudden, she was gone. Jutsu had taken her place. Tae curled his lip in disgust. He wondered. He learned discreetly from Nin that they had switched fields. She couldn't tell him why. Tae came to understand he missed seeing Bo. He admired not just her rounded figure, but that strangely solicitous spirit. He cursed the spaceship for now blocking his view. He decided he would have to pay her a visit.
Neal put down his chopsticks. He gave Tatum a hard look. He said, "Do you know who these people are? Do you know why they're here?" Tatum averted her eyes. "Nobody likes to talk about this. Every Manga person you will ever meet is descended from a frozen embryo. They were going to be destroyed on their home planet. Somebody didn't think that was right. Their government decided to send the embryos to us as a gift."
Tatum screwed it off. She pulled her arm into the body of her suit. She found the PDA. She squeezed it through her collar. She took it with her gloved hand. She pressed the red button. Tatum counted. It was supposed to take five seconds. She looked down. The man was half-way up. Tatum reached ten. Something was wrong. "Hee-hee."
The game resumed. Tatum watched the players leap and flip. Their pecs bounced beneath their shirts. Tatum grew aroused. She realized the beauty lay not in the outcome, but in the execution. She tried to focus on the way all the players were moving in regards to each other. In the fourth quarter, a primal instinct took over. Tatum wanted the Blackguards to win.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na przestrzeń wPrzykra Pani Jackson
FLETCHER: 'You don't float around staring off into space? You don't flinch when I reach out my hand? You are a fish. You're a catfish. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease you. I'm serious. I want to know what's wrong. Are you sick?'
FLETCHER: 'You certainly don't seem healthy. I'm going to Father. Maybe he knows what's wrong with you.'
ALICE: 'Fait, Toc. I fay tay you.'
FLETCHER: Toc is my name, by the way; they're my initials. Father is John Jackson, the last of the mutineers - not our real father. 'Alright: speak.'
ALICE: 'Many year aro when you were ritter, te women try to escape in a poat fur of hor. Te men say tat tey fix it, put tey not fix it. Tey laugh when I catch te crap ant ah te women fa in te vater.'
FLETCHER: 'I know this story. Susannah, you're no stranger to water. Don't tell me you're afraid that I would put holes in my canoe and make you fall in.'
ALICE: 'After tis, ah te women talk apout is kirrin' te men. Ant two of tem try.'
FLETCHER: 'You're not saying that you might actually kill me if I humiliated you?'
ALICE: 'I tey you, Toc. You ask me; I tey you.'
– ACT II, lines 81-90
AT RISE: KOKOMO is wiping up the floor.
KOKOMO: Clean. Clean. Clean. We are obsessed by cleaning. If space is a giant vacuum, why does all the dust settle here: underneath the table? Why not in the middle of the floor? Where I can see it? Where I can wipe it up with my feet? We know perfectly well why, don't we, Kokomo? Master Fletcher can't be bothered to take off his shoes. Thanks to him, it's: 'wipe the floor, Kokomo.' Yes, Ms. Jackson. 'Clean the kitchen, girl.' Yes, Ms. Jackson. 'When is lunch, dear?' I don't know, Ms. Jackson. Honestly, where does all this dust come from? What am I supposed to do with it? There really is no sense in cleaning more than once a month. Let the moon show when it's time to clean. Ms. Jackson certainly doesn't know. She would have me clean my way right into an early grave. Kokomo was not built for dust. She was built for love.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na przestrzeń w Miscellaneous Dingbats
The orbits of Captain Orbitz as told and retold by trillions of Orion systemizens, indeed systemizens from across many a galaxy, never fluctuated from their purpose of helping Captain Tycho "Tych" Orbitz conquer his home galaxy. Tych was firm from the day he resigned his commision as a courier in the Star Alliance to the day he vanished into space. Many were afraid he would come back. Many more hoped he would. They thought he was out pirating somewhere with Lalunia, his pheromonically irresistible great-great-great-great-niece, or ruling a planet with the beautifully blue Sara Lee, or fighting the jilted queen of the Astrazeneca or playing chess with CAROline the computer that loved him. They didn't know he was dead. They had no idea he had died long before he had even resigned his commission. Before he hijacked the tesseract marking the beginning of his rebellion or piloted the stolen ship Nautilus into the singularity the man had physically removed his own dead body from the bridge. He had no choice. At the time the ship was scheduled to be inspected by Star Alliance sanitation officers.
Orbitz arrived at the Houston space elevator. He took no bags through customs. Nobody questioned him. At the orbiting platform he bought a fancy skin suit. He chartered a shuttle to take him to his ship. Within an hour he saw the widowmaker stretching out towards the galactic pole. Forestays came into view. They glittered from the main mast in quick succesion like spectral strands. Stone tentacles emerged. From every direction they clustered into the humongous figurehead of the Nautilus Pompilius. Its one brooding eye kept careful watch above its gaping hyponome. Orbitz pulled the hood of his skin suit over his head. He affixed his breathing apparatus. He disembarked directly into space. With a single canister of propellant he reached the airlock nearest to the bridge. He climbed aboard.
One day Orbitz finally emerged from his hotel room. He was carrying what looked like a book. He went into the shop. "It's you again," said the shopkeeper. "What do you want?" Orbitz said nothing. He dropped the book on the counter and left. One half of the surveillance team followed him all the way to the space port. The other half decided to find out what was going on. They raided the shop. They found nothing. The book Orbitz had been carrying was an antique. It was stamped with the name of the hotel. When one of the agents went to the hotel to ask about it the clerk behind the desk wanted it back. He said every room was supposed to have one. It was tradition. He had no idea why. He said the owner would get mad if one of them disappeared. The owner was questioned about the book. He said the same thing. It was tradition. Every room had a book. Every book was the same. He didn't know why. He didn't care to know. The Amazon cared. According to his sources there was a chance the book had a connection to the Wiki-en Society. He ordered the hotel closed. He arrested the owner and the entire staff. They proved themselves innocent quickly. The Astrazeneca found no deception in them. The shopkeeper was different. He was held long after the others had been released. He wasn't lying about Orbitz. He had never seen the man before in his life. He was lying about the way he did business. He claimed he was an honest businessman. It was a lie. He claimed he knew a good bargain when he saw one. Another lie. The Amazon wondered what was happening. Orbitz had gone from the space port to a low orbit cruise ship. Aboard the same ship was Sara Lee. The scientist who had confounded the Astrazeneca in the first place. He assigned a surveillance team to watch her. She walked around and gazed at the blue planet. She didn't see Orbitz at all.
Inside the singularity the four-dimensional tesseract squeezed into the two-dimensional space of the interbrane world. All three ships survived the implosion. In the three-dimensional bubble lelt behind time passed slowly relative to the rest of the universe. Within half an hour their velocity reversed. They swung back towards the brane they had just left. After a small change in heading to the left, a roll to the right and a small adjustment in pitch downward all three ships emerged into the Trapezium cluster. The gas giant loomed nearby. As soon as the Argo was clear of the tesseract Orbitz programmed his ship to land on the surface of the planet. Orbitz Número Dos was going to need it.
A quiet corner. A back alley. By the harbor. An ocean liner. The continents from space. Looking through a glass of water. A wildfire. A man on horseback. Surrounded by horses. Galloping. Going to a horse show. Dressage. Austria. Rich people. Descendants of nobility. Peasantry. Young people. Their future. Uncertainty. Old folks. The sky. The phasing of the moon. A crescent. Smiling fortune. Powerful people. Success. Happiness. Envy.
Tabela kolokacji dla angielskiego odpowiednika na "Przestrzeń."
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 przestrzeń który jest obecny.
Całkowita liczba wystąpień
Jeszcze nie wykonałem dla kobiet analizę kolokacji angielskiego odpowiednika na "przestrzeń." Mam nadzieję, że będę mógł to zrobić za niedługo. -Michał
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To naturalne, ukryć brudne rzeczy. Są żenujące. Ale trzeba pamiętać, że kiedy ukrywamy rzeczy, które są trudne, robimy wrażenie że są brudne, gdy są naprawdę coś zupełnie inne. A kiedy sprawiamy że łatwe rzeczy są dostępne, robimy wrażenie że są czyste, kiedy tak naprawdę nie są w ogóle. To jest niebezpieczne.