Matury - Angielski - te słowa nie będą ci niepokoić kiedy uczysz się angielskiego we własnym domu Bielsko-Biała style
Wierzę w pojęcie wykorzystania angielskiego jako międzynarodowy język dla świata. Nie doceniam demoralizującego systemu w którym język 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 chodzenie po Bielsku - jakieś atrakcje które oglądamy ze zdziwieniem.
Uczyć angielskiego to jest budowanie nowy dom w głowie. Trzeba być aktywny.
Ze sztuką dla kobiet pomagamy położyć kres przestępstwu politycznemu
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W czerwcu 2011 przyjechałem do Europy, mając nadzieję że trafie na wspaniałą przygodę, mój jedyny konkretny plan będąc odwiedzić Chorwację. Do września przejeżdżałem 10.000 kilometrów i odwiedziłem 12 krajów, wszystko w towarzystwie kobiety, którą spotkałem w pierwszy piątek mojej podróży.
Chociaż czułem w pełni ukształtowany jako pisarz, i byłem przeszkolony do użycia języka wizualnego, to był mój pierwszy raz z profesjonalnym aparatem w rękach. Zacząłem uczyć się od podszewki i przybyłem do Europy, aby znaleźć najbardziej zróżnicowanego wyboru tematu co możliwe, najlepiej coś, co pasowało do mojej estetyki oddany promowaniu akceptacji ciała. Tu weszła Gosia.
Ja uważałem się jako młody i zdolny. Będąc Amerykaninem często sobie przekonałem, że byłem jeszcze zdolniejszy. Ona nie czuła się taka młoda. Dorastając w Polsce, miejsce co było i jest nadal uważane przez wielu za biednym krajem, miała dodatkowy ciężar iż nie tylko była w niekorzystnej sytuacji, ale było to wykorzystywane przeciwko jej. Różnica stała się namacalna, kiedy uświadomiłem sobie, że nie mogę nawet prawidłowo przetłumaczyć na język polski bardzo amerykańskie słowo "opportunity". Coś wiekszego niż szansa czy okazja. Nie ma w słownictwie.
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 Ludzki
Wymowa dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Ludzki
Jeszcze nie opublikowałem dla kobiet wymowę angielskiego odpowiednika na "ludzki."
Definicja dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Ludzki
Podstawowym amerykańskim angielskim odpowiednikiem na ludzki jest angielskie słowo human.
Szczegóły w krótkim czasie.
Powszechne stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na ludzki w przykładowych zdań
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na Ludzki w Korpusie Utworów Michała
Jeszcze muszę zrobić dla kobiet analizę morfologiczną dla angielskiego odpowiednika na "ludzki."
To nie znaczy, że nie jest wysoko na moim liście.
Tabela częstotliwości angielskiego odpowiednika na "Ludzki."
Wymienione w tabeli w kolejności malejącej łączna liczba razy, iż angielski odpowiednik na "ludzki" 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
Całkowita liczba wystąpień
Jeszcze nie opublikowałem dla kobiet tabelę częstotliwości dla angielskiego odpowiednika na ludzki," ale wkrótce do tego się weżmę. -Michal
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na ludzki wEwangelia Jezusa H.
Was he really going to do it? he thought to himself. Was he really going to rob a Krupnik? Jesus was out of breath - he was really out of breath: his lungs hurt. What about his future brother-in-law? Jesus thought. Was he really going to attack two people at once with his bare hands? Impossible: Jesus shook his head. There was no way he was going to do it. He was going to watch them walk by with impunity and let them go home to their many-storied mansions, their glass palaces, their filtered paradises - he was a miserable human being! He was weak and defenseless! He was a bad person! Jesus sank to his haunches and rubbed his face. Mother was dead! A little girl was buried! Her neck was broken! A beautiful face bloodied! She fell from a third-story window onto concrete! Jesus rubbed his face and got up. He turned around. He rubbed his face against red brick. He beat his head. He beat the brick wall with his hands. Then he rubbed his face again: in the red brick: he tried to smush his face into the wall. It helped. Jesus was quiet. He wondered where they were. What was taking so long? Maybe they had left. Maybe they were gone. Maybe Jesus had missed them. O God! he prayed. Make it so I've missed them! Make it so I don't have to choose. Then he heard them. There were footsteps. He turned around. He put his back against the wall again. He sidestepped his way into a more complete darkness. There they were! crossing the street! This was it. Jesus didn't move. He thought about it: for a split-second, he almost moved a leg - but no: there was nothing. He was going to let them walk by with impunity. Go ahead, he said to himself. Go back to your filtered paradises - leave me the fuck alone.
What was she doing - Zoe Guderian? She was hiding. From what? Mirrors? The encroachments of fat? From whom? Her childhood friend - now her fiancé? Her fiancé's shady relatives? An alcoholic mother? An abusive father? Reporters? She was looking for something. For what? Anonymity? Relief? Safety? For whom? A mysterious man? God? She was looking for your father. She was looking for someone brave, someone to lead her away from oblivion, away from those feelings that threatened her, those terrible feelings inside her head that isolated her, that made her - the woman inside - disappear like gold in royal water, which the alchemists used from the thirteenth century - and which they still use! - to dissolve the strongest metals, no matter how noble they might be called, and which the mad scientists named aqua regia for its power, which they formed by mixing one part nitric acid with three parts hydrochloric, which, in a place like the stomach, is necessary for human digestion, but which, when vomited into the urn and concentrated, burns the throat and makes a woman's voice sound harsh and painful; when gold is lost in royal water, it burns the hand that tries to gather it.
We made a whole semicircle - just like your father would do some twenty years later along the edge of the Hellas Plain, when, after smashing those members of his brigade who refused to follow him and facing down his son (Your brother) on the heights near his heliographic station, he returned to the great and yet unvanquished city of Centropolis in his air-cushion machine, and, wending his way through the ranks of Coalition soldiers who, still under the command of your grandfather, Hitler Panzer-Tank, were still relentlessly attacking the great Julius, leader of the Miners' Resistance, and who, not knowing that your father was still alive, were unaware that he could possibly have taken his air-cushion machine back from the hands of his son, he slipped right by them, floating in a wide semicircle around to the southeast side of Centropolis, where, thanks to human determination (and supplies from Zeus, the machine-god), the soldiers defending the corner, as tired and thirsty as they must have been, were expecting him.
Simply put, at the time, I had no idea what I was doing or where it would lead. I was not in control, despite exhibiting extraordinary amounts of it - which may have been what allured that strange creature to me in the first place. It was a desperate creature I faced: a creature deprived of something I couldn't understand: deprived of self: lacking self. It was lost under a cloud of something unknowable: a fog of unhappy sunshine pollution: photochemical smog. It was confusion personified. It was infancy: unripe and unwilling to ripen - needy and restive - ungrateful, unapologetic, and unlearned - demanding - fascinating - irresistible - not yet a woman, it was a woman - it wanted to be a woman - it wanted to be a mother - it was unfit for motherhood - it deserved it, avoided it, wanted it, rejected it - it was a human being - it embraced it - it was everything at once - too much and too little - it lacked a little prudence to be honest, but, as the product of a genius Creator God, it was a work of art - mysterious when penetrated. It was not a simple woman, to the say the least.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na ludzki wSeks dla Dzieci
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
Euclid himself would quake; his pupils would quiver. But my pupils were satisfied: they were able to rest on the sloping rhomboid, dreaming joyfully of spreading myself across the flying trapezius, waiting to climb down the spine carefully, hoping for a chance of straddling the noble erector, the noblest of all muscles! the source of human living! the uprightness! the power! feeling its power! for a moment, before falling down to the gentle valley, resting in the small of the back, staring at the greatest of all curvatures: the beautiful, indescribable mystery: the overflowing seat of pleasure: the wonderful, the infamous gluteus maximus.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 9, Intoxication, Paragraph 1, Clauses 6-8
ANDY: Who said I was singling anybody out? Are you that confused, Macy? Are you that blind: you can't see what I'm saying? Sexual desire is sexual desire no matter whom you're lusting after. The man who fucks his wife with a condom is just as selfish as the man who buttfucks his boyfriend. The truth is, Macy: a man needs a womb; a woman needs a seed - and that need, in itself, has nothing to do with sexual desire. Now, when a man gives up his seed and a woman offers up her womb, they are giving something to each other - something which they may or may not desire, but, hopefully, if they do, they will receive what they want and they will keep it. Procreation is the only thing that justifies having sex; it is the only thing that makes it not selfish. Now, I don't know why we have to be divided into two sexes. I did not invent humanity. If we were like the birds and the bees, Macy, we would all be fucking our assholes - and women wouldn't even need men to have children.
I think the history of modern settlement is so fascinating, especially the concessions which the rest of nature has made in the face of our progress. Humanity has had to transform nature to its own purposes, and it is interesting that many people dislike such realities; they find them regrettable, as if they were all part of a conflict we are somehow compelled to wage. But I think the story is heroic, though indeed, our failures are always lamentable. I am the first to agree that respecting nature is critical, but we must respect nature while we continue to conquer. In this war, we cannot become the slaves of nature. Nature must be an honorable enemy. Ah, but speaking of enemies, I was supposed to tell you about the gallows of Tyburn.
The light emitting diodes of the console spelled out the time. It was the middle of the night. The dashboard, awash in a dim glow, seemingly floated-a stage lit with miniature footlights. It was polyvinyl chloride. It was dark-like burgundy. Hard, smooth, horizontal, finite, it complemented the straight and endless road. It was: the cross of the crucifixion. I blinked. Was that right? Was the dashboard the beam? the road, the pole plunging headlong into earth? Whither did it will me go?
The car swung around. Nike stepped into the bushes. Headlights approached. Something gleamed in the moon. It was a woman. She was wearing a white cloak. The figure stopped. The car rushed towards her. The brights came on. The cloak flashed. My head jerked. My eyes balked.
She was running on the balls of her feet, bouncing away from our mysterious motorcar. She went not knowing where she was headed. Nike positioned himself in the way. The woman crashed into his arms. There was no time to be afraid. I could feel the gust of her breath. It swept me off my feet. Nike held tight.
"Are you alright?" he asked. The woman stared. She was overcome with shock. Nike squeezed her.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na ludzki wPrzykra Pani Jackson
(GREY GOOSE and KOKOMO exit in a rush. MS. JACKSON and LESBIAN enter in a rush.)
MS. JACKSON: Oh, that takes my breath away. Do you think he saw us?
LESBIAN: I don't think so.
MS. JACKSON: He could've turned. We have to watch out.
MS. JACKSON: My son is an expert tracker.
LESBIAN: How is that possible? What's there to track on Norfolk?
MS. JACKSON: Nothing - unless it's human.
LESBIAN: He takes after his old man.
MS. JACKSON: Don't mention him. You'll spoil my mood.
– ACT I, lines 880-888
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
LESBIAN: I can put this one back. No one can accuse me of stealing it. I just borrowed it to show that some things in life are more important than others. Whom am I kidding? I took it to get into my landlady's panties. I'm a terrible human being. There have been worse than me - like the person who stabbed that poor girl sixty-two times: the first murderer this island has had to fear in more than one hundred and fifty years. Both suspect and victim were like me: alien to this place. Why did we come? What did we hope to find? Peace? We scared her off. Happiness? Satisfaction? Understanding? Why here? Why do we trespass on other people's land? It stands in our way - but of what? There's nothing beyond what's right in front of us at any given time. There's no way of knowing that unless you trespass. All that one can hope to do is make as little damage as possible along the way. We are all criminals, whether we like it or not. Though some of us are big and some of us small, we are all cut from the same dough. That's not the easiest thing to believe when one man robs or kills another man. What was my crime? Why am I punished? Why am I the only one who's alone? Or is it just my imagination? Are there others out there who can see me? Who know me? Who can feel my pain? If there are, I salute you. I would kiss you if I could. I can't, so I just say, 'Thank you.'
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na ludzki w Miscellaneous Dingbats
The Amazon was not convinced. He wanted spies. He wanted somebody Orbitz could not resist. He asked for and received approval for an arousal profile. It determined that Orbitz's taste for the opposite sex tended towards the slighty exotic. His taste for men closely matched his own mostly human pedigree. Out of all Alliance staff members in the local database two scientists fit the profile perfectly. A human astrobiologist named Pfizer Microsoft and an astrolinguist of mostly Eridanian extraction pursuing a medical degree. Neither had according to their records any reason to be loyal to Orbitz. They had never met the man. The Amazon made sure. He first trotted Doctor Microsoft before a board of inquiry. The Astrazeneca listened as he vehemently denied being a Wiki-en. They said, "This is truth." Then the Amazon brought out the Eridanian. She had been born and raised in the Solar System. She had never visited her ancestral world. She was young. Innocent. Her skin beautifully tinged with blue. She said her name was Sara Lee.
On the next day one of the old men was back. I asked him to come inside but he stayed at the window. He wanted to know where I was from. I gave him a brief history of my country and we started arguing over European aid to Africa and whether the Soviet Union was right to have ever been there. It seemed like no matter what I said I was wrong. At least the man treated me like a civil human being. Until he got angry with me and left. I went back to teaching my imaginary class.
Captain Orbitz came from a long line of distinguished galactic luminaries. His father and his brother had been martyred in a great battle against the forces of Scutum-Centauris. His grandfather was a delagate to the Grand Orion Council from the planet Vancouver. His lineage went all the way to one of the leaders of the original humanoid slave revolt. He was sacrosanct. When his name was red-flagged at the security bureau it was summarily dismissed as an error. It was red-flagged again. And again. Somebody by the name of Rishi Keplar Jorgen Tycho Kalvinicus Orbitz was having associations with the outlawed Wiki-en Society. People went crazy. They wanted him arrested. They wanted him interrogated. There was only one problem. Orbitz was on assignment. He was the second longest-serving courier in the Alliance. He was traversing a wormhole.
Tabela kolokacji dla angielskiego odpowiednika na "Ludzki."
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 ludzki który jest obecny.
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Jeszcze nie wykonałem dla kobiet analizę kolokacji angielskiego odpowiednika na "ludzki." Mam nadzieję, że będę mógł to zrobić za niedługo. -Michał
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