Możesz uczyć się angielskiego we własnym pokoju - Bielsko-Biała style!
Cenię siłę wykorzystania angielskiego jako światowa lingua franca. Nie doceniam męczącego projektu przez który język angielski jest przedstawiony.
Dla Bielsko-Biała szkoła angielskiego powinno być skuteczna inwestycja w siebie i w wspólnoty.
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. Trzeba być systematyczny. Trzeba mieć dobry plan.
Ze sztuką dla kobiet pomagamy położyć kres nadużyciu prawa podmiotowego
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Europa, lato 2011. Dwanaście krajów. 46 dni. Jeden samochód. Jeden namiot. Jeden człowiek. Jedna kobieta, którą dopiero poznał.
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.
Byłem Amerykaninem. Świeżo przybywszy do Europy i nowym właścicielem Ford Escort produkowany w 1997 roku w Niemczech. Jedyna rzecz na co mogłem narzekać, był fakt, że instrukcje były pisane w języku niemieckim. Ona była zaś z Polski, a niemieckojęzyczna instrukcja obsługi samochodu kupionego w Polsce nie była jedyną rzeczą, na co ona mogła narzekać. Coś takiego nawet nie zarejestrowało.
10.000 kilometrów. Jeden samochód. Jeden namiot. Zaczęliśmy uczyć się jak słuchać. Zaczęliśmy się otwierać. Zaczęliśmy współpracować. Nawet kiedy było żle, nawet jeśli było tak trudne, że nie wydawało się że skończy się dobrze, jakoś wytrzymaliśmy. Zakończyliśmy wycieczkę i wróciliśmy zadowoleni. Pokonaliśmy diabła na drodze. Z powrotem do domu więcej diabłów czekalo nas nadużywać. Jeszcze gniew. Jeszcze strach. Jeszcze wiecej smutku. Tym razem byliśmy przygotowani. Tym razem jeden miał drugiego i mogliśmy powołać na tę radość i zaufanie i niespodziewanie, co 10.000 kilometrów stworzyło. Mogliśmy sobie przypomnieć, jak to było żyć w jednym namiocie.
Michal's Słownik Polsko Angielski: Tłumaczając słowo Chyba że
Wymowa dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Chyba że
Jeszcze nie opublikowałem dla kobiet wymowę angielskiego odpowiednika na "chyba że."
Definicja dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Chyba że
Podstawowym amerykańskim angielskim odpowiednikiem na chyba że jest angielskie słowo unless.
Szczegóły w krótkim czasie.
Powszechne stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na chyba że w przykładowych zdań
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na Chyba że w Korpusie Utworów Michała
Jeszcze muszę zrobić dla kobiet analizę morfologiczną dla angielskiego odpowiednika na "chyba że."
To nie znaczy, że nie jest wysoko na moim liście.
Tabela częstotliwości angielskiego odpowiednika na "Chyba że."
Wymienione w tabeli w kolejności malejącej łączna liczba razy, iż angielski odpowiednik na "chyba że" 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 chyba że," ale wkrótce do tego się weżmę. -Michal
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na Chyba że wEwangelia Jezusa H.
"The fucking military is collaborating - do you understand that? They're ready to shell the city - their own fucking city! Can you believe that? Instead of having the balls to go from house to house looking for those faggots, they're gonna drop shells! What the fuck is that? That's why they're trying to evacuate the Old Town. They're sayin', 'Leave your homes: go north.' They think if they evacuate Center City and Old Town by having all those people filter through the northern checkpoints, all they're gonna have left is terrorists. That's bullshit. Unless they say they're gonna shell it, not everyone's gonna leave. Not the old people, anyway: they're gonna sit at home until the radio says they're gonna drop shells - even then they're not gonna move. Anyway, who the fuck's gonna say that? That would be idiotic. That would be like saying, 'Hey, terrorists: wake up for the invasion' - so they can slip away? What the fuck is that? The only terrorist you can recognize is the one that's shooting at you. Otherwise, who the fuck is it? Nobody - it's somebody without papers - I don't know - somebody walkin' off with loot. All they gotta do is drop their weapons and voila: they melt away. It's fuckin' bullshit. It's not fuckin' fair is what it is - but that's life. That's business. Like you, you motherfuckin' pip-squeak: what the fuck is your problem, man? You have got balls to screw me up."
"Of course," I laughed. "You're the last Panzer-Tank heir." I was about to say: unless your half-brother and the rest of your family are still alive on Mars - but I stopped myself. That would've been stupid.
"Expedience is not the real reason for this renunciation," I said. "It is the worm of pride and self-proclaimed desert which the State has stolen from the bowels of its Nation, with which it tyrannizes, and which will inevitably be swallowed by the office-workers and clerks, heads of state, and other well-intentioned representatives of national sovereignty who place invisible royal crowns upon their heads, who call themselves public servants, and who dream of reaching into the State Treasury and making gold. Unless, of course, the State and all its god-forsaken machinery is destroyed and buried into ground thrice-condemned to be forever abandoned by the Nation. I curse the State! The three-teated bitch with a rat's tail that bites the Nation's hand! May she forever burn in Hell! May the Krupniks whom she dutifully serves as their familiar themselves serve as her kindling! May they rot! May they be eaten by the starving worm which the Nation, if I have anything to do with it, will regain after countless millennia of well-deserved but long-standing deprivation in the name of progress, achievement and civilization. May civilization reach a new age! May I have something to do with it!"
When the waitress brought her the drink I ordered, your mother didn't take to it. I toasted her, but she ignored me, of course. The drink was dark. She took the glass and sniffed it. She didn't like it - too bitter, she must have thought. It was a glass of Fernet Stock, an acquired taste for anyone who isn't Czech - unless you happen to be a bitters connoisseur. Your mother wasn't.
If any of this were true, it would've been tantamount to treason, which, for a Supercapitalist, was at least better than bankruptcy - but, thanks to the breakdown of interplanetary trade, thanks to the rise in fossil fuel consumption, and especially thanks to the terrorists for creating the Reserve Army's insatiable demand for oil, the Google Protocol was finally ratified by the United States. If Leonard Cohen-Krupnik had been somehow anticipating this otherwise unexpected development, it would seem as if he were some kind of retrospective gambling national hero. On the other hand, if there were anyone at all with the access to the kind of information - scientific or otherwise - that would've pointed toward the possibility - not to mention the probability - that the United States would take such a drastic, self-flagellating move, it would've been the Russians - but, if the Ukrainians were indeed Russians agents, and if the former Russian spy was in fact still working for someone other than himself, it seemed as if the Russians had been very keen on consolidating a grip on what would soon have become a totally worthless commodity - unless, of course, they were in contact with Panzer-Tank. That's how hard it was to speculate.
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na Chyba że wSeks dla Dzieci
NIKE: Are you familiar with nomenklatura? those millions upon millions of bureaucrats? whose only interest was protecting their own power and privilege? There was only one thing my father was capable of coveting: control of the Politburo; and, soon discovering that there was no way up or down (unless he stayed a coal miner like his father), he soon realized he could only shift himself left or right, and, since China was also communist, and very critical of Russia, he decided he could only go where all young men desired: west.
But once these things are grouped together, no criterion but taste is specific enough to distinguish between them; in this way, taste is subject to qualification. Do you see what I'm saying? You see, if one were judging an Olympic race, where time is measured by the millisecond, and we know that only one athlete will get the gold, one would still have to concede that each contestant is among the very best, and therefore equally capable of winning if circumstances permit. Unless of course, the race is run several times and there is always the same clear winner. But then that person belongs in a category of his own, sui generis, which, I suppose, might be construed to mean that he is the best, which also means that I am defeating my own argument.
I quipped that Nike should never be recorded, unless of course one were involved with interdisciplinary studies. "And an honors student," I laughed. "Nike is capable of extremely fascinating bits of completely random knowledge." I began describing how exasperating it was, but she interrupted, saying that Nike was exactly what she needed: so far conversations had been too small and private, and if there were anyone who could subtly bring together several different conversations into one, it was definitely Nike.
Nike was shocked. He was appalled. Police officers, despite being the worst kind of swine, should hold themselves with at least a little bit of respect, especially when they're idly standing along the Queensway of all vices. Nike was so ashamed he sat down near the bushes. Things were not going well. No one wanted to answer his questions unless he were going to negotiate business. Nike was not that foolhardy - at least, not yet: the pain was too much. But, because of it, he had to walk around like a grown man with rickets. Even the fat girls were laughing at him. Even the ugly girls, the cut girls, the destroyed and overly diseased girls were laughing at him. He was humiliated.
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.
"A river runs through here," continued the woman with the strong features. "The plain is large enough for all our needs. We should immediately begin preparing rice beds and building levees-unless the three of you want to starve."
Stosowanie angielskiego odpowiednika na Chyba że wPrzykra Pani Jackson
KOKOMO: I listen to you. I know you're upset. Unless you can think clearly about what's at stake, you shouldn't commit to it.
FLETCHER: My judgment has been clouded. Your perceptiveness never ceases to amaze me. I only hope that someday soon I'll be worthy of your favor.
KOKOMO: Time can only strengthen our bond.
FLETCHER: I get impatient. I want certain things to happen now.
KOKOMO: Believe me: it's better to wait.
– ACT I, lines 1352-1357
GREY GOOSE: I've waited long enough, woman. I deserve an answer.
MS. JACKSON: I will not answer you.
ALICE: Why not?
GREY GOOSE: She's guilty.
MS. JACKSON: I've done nothing wrong.
GREY GOOSE: Swear to it.
ALICE: There's no reason not to tell the truth.
GREY GOOSE: Unless you're a rat.
ALICE: Remember what I told you. There are three things which everybody is owed: honesty, gratitude, and remorse. As my grandmother taught me, one must say, 'Thank you,' and 'I'm sorry,' and, by gosh, one has to mean it. If you've had cause to hurt somebody, you should tell that person you're sorry and you'll try to make sure it never happens again. Unless you know it will - in which case, you recognize that something is difficult. If it's something to which your partner is contributing, you make a resolution to cooperate on that. Eventually, things work out. If you've done nothing wrong, you thank your partner for his interest, humbly deny any involvement, and proceed to send him off on his merry way. I took marriage lessons with Luke for a year. They were quite helpful.
MS. JACKSON: Thank you.
– ACT I, lines 1101-1110
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.'
– ACT II, line 583
(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: It was tough. They didn't have many farming tools. In fact, all they had was a broken shovel. They did have some hammers and some crowbars. They used that to bore a hole through a rock. They put their gunpowder inside and blasted themselves a cistern. They were lucky that the ship's armorer was part of their crew. He could use the ship's bellows and the anvil to make new tools. Unfortunately, soon after they got there, his Tahitian consort fell from a cliff and died - apparently while she was gathering birds' eggs. It didn't take long before he was threatening to leave unless they allowed him to take one of the Tahitian men's wives. Nobody was very happy about that, but he was the blacksmith. They couldn't afford to lose him.
John nodded. "Unless he got another one." Proctor was already out the door. He called the policeman up. He passed him on the stairs. When he heard the door to the hallway shut he went back up a flight. To the floor below John's apartment. He found the right door. He kicked it open. Inside stood the shadow of a bed. A desk. John went to the window. He opened the curtains. He started rummaging through the drawers. He didn't have to look for long. "Dear beloved," said a letter. It listed the names of the victims. Starting with Emily.
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.
The following day the man came back. He asked me what I was talking to myself about and I told him I was mulling over current events. Politics in Moscow. He wanted to discuss it with me but I refused to talk to him unless he came inside. So he came inside. He said his name was Putin. Which I told him was similar to my own name Bongani. I asked him where his friend was and he told me that his friend had a lover. I told him I hoped he wouldn't say the same thing about me. We laughed over that. He left in good spirits.
Branca lives in California now with her husband. Her old torch-bearer, Fr. Rebelo, lives outside Boston. I'm not sure when they last saw each other but it couldn't have been long ago. Rebelo does weddings for the family. He just did one for Lima child number ten. I don't remember any of their names. In fact, old Sir Lima announced at that wedding that henceforth a Lima marriage would not be valid unless performed by Rebelo. That's one of those chummy deals that's kept Hong Kong in business through the ages.
Tabela kolokacji dla angielskiego odpowiednika na "Chyba że."
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 chyba że który jest obecny.
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Jeszcze nie wykonałem dla kobiet analizę kolokacji angielskiego odpowiednika na "chyba że." Mam nadzieję, że będę mógł to zrobić za niedługo. -Michał
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