matter.
December 3 Blokhin must declare criminal sentence.
As soon as I find out so soon I'll write. If the meeting does not will suffer once again.
The problem is that all the victims say: if Blokhin sentenced pay 620,000 rubles in a civil lawsuit, a particularly harsh judge will not.
can, and hold their fists and pray and mocked - Who's that much?
I do not know as anyone, but it seems to us that even with the compensation he has a little sit down and porazdumat. At least over how to drink and rave on.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Umbical Cord Hernia, Size
name Shusha me now pursues. Just not with the side on which we would like.
Never not pereposchivayu plaintive forumnym requirements with Dog & Cat.
In my opinion, animals, about which it writes, it would be destroyed humanely and without sentimentality. They will not survive. And if you survive, then look for the owners, very, very patient, they have a long, long time.
Let's be honest: There usually are not.
But this time ... I can not pass, alas.
Shusha require assistance. Details here .
Who does not want - that no one had non-binding. Just ... This is my namesake ...
Never not pereposchivayu plaintive forumnym requirements with Dog & Cat.
In my opinion, animals, about which it writes, it would be destroyed humanely and without sentimentality. They will not survive. And if you survive, then look for the owners, very, very patient, they have a long, long time.
Let's be honest: There usually are not.
But this time ... I can not pass, alas.
Shusha require assistance. Details here .
Who does not want - that no one had non-binding. Just ... This is my namesake ...
Thursday, November 18, 2010
How To Telephone Tape
Devochkovoe + nostalgia.
Every girl knows that it:
Yes, and men are well aware.
But not everyone knows what a rarity, and rarity, in fact something case:
In September sorting cabinets in Sura, and in between times, found it. For a minute so that was released in 1988 or in 1989. And how many memories flooded together! GDR me 14-15 years, and we're going with our interpreter Diana for the first such purchases (such as bras) ...
No, I will keep this rarity. For First, note released this very production factory named Wilhelm Pieck , and not Khukhra you muhry.
Come on, who remembers, who finally can such Wilhelm Pieck? Raise your hands. Late, late, citizens.
And surprisingly, not at the plant named Clara Zetkin and Rosa Luxemburg in those days, such products are produced ...
And secondly. Pay attention to the logo.
Gedeerovskoe "ST", it is, of course, "ST". But feergeshnoe "OB" - it is the "OB"!
Every girl knows that it:
Yes, and men are well aware.
But not everyone knows what a rarity, and rarity, in fact something case:
In September sorting cabinets in Sura, and in between times, found it. For a minute so that was released in 1988 or in 1989. And how many memories flooded together! GDR me 14-15 years, and we're going with our interpreter Diana for the first such purchases (such as bras) ...
No, I will keep this rarity. For First, note released this very production factory named Wilhelm Pieck , and not Khukhra you muhry.
Come on, who remembers, who finally can such Wilhelm Pieck? Raise your hands. Late, late, citizens.
And surprisingly, not at the plant named Clara Zetkin and Rosa Luxemburg in those days, such products are produced ...
And secondly. Pay attention to the logo.
Gedeerovskoe "ST", it is, of course, "ST". But feergeshnoe "OB" - it is the "OB"!
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Fios Allentown January 2010
I finally used to live in Russia, rather than in the USSR.
write now heading "Date".
Reading: November 15 in Moscow for the first time begin regular trolleybus ".
Well, the event is suitable for headings!
Hands on automatic issue title:
" November 15, 1933
In Russia, opened the first trolleybus line ".
followed by the text:
" November 15, 1933 The first trolleybus LK-1 model, so named in honor of Lazar Kaganovich, began Regular flights to Russia's first trolleybus line between Tverskaya Zastava and the village of All Saints' [more poskipano].
......................
Just stumbled on the following news: November 15, 1934 in the Soviet Union conducted the first TV show with a soundtrack "are beginning to think that in the previous paragraph navayal something completely not the same. And changing the word "Russia" with the word "Soviet."
write now heading "Date".
Reading: November 15 in Moscow for the first time begin regular trolleybus ".
Well, the event is suitable for headings!
Hands on automatic issue title:
" November 15, 1933
In Russia, opened the first trolleybus line ".
followed by the text:
" November 15, 1933 The first trolleybus LK-1 model, so named in honor of Lazar Kaganovich, began Regular flights to Russia's first trolleybus line between Tverskaya Zastava and the village of All Saints' [more poskipano].
......................
Just stumbled on the following news: November 15, 1934 in the Soviet Union conducted the first TV show with a soundtrack "are beginning to think that in the previous paragraph navayal something completely not the same. And changing the word "Russia" with the word "Soviet."
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Cheap Miniature Wines
Antivegetarianskoe. Anti-Soviet. Kryavyavoe.
When I was growing up, the trees were big, the grass - a truly green, the water - really wet, the sky - the blue-blue, and the Jedi Knights have not even invented. So I can not even say that if they were rubber than it is now ;-)))
But now the chickens were rubber, and blue. Now it's hard to believe, but that's the case and the situation was. Lay themselves on the shelves of small-small blue rubber chicken ...
Oh no, do not lie. They too have been a deficit ... I apologize. Blue rubber chickens very quickly swept off the shelves ...
So, in those magical old days, we have found a way to deal with the blue rubber chickens, and with their absence. These Jedi have always come up with the output, right?
In late March or early April, a great-grandmother led me to Losinoostrovsky market. We walked along hrustkomu natoptannomu ice drifts among the spongy (yes, even if the streets are not clean ... okay, clean but not like now). By the way, I do not times distracted by something to float on a stream or spichechku poke imported from the GDR boots with crust of ice on a puddle of ... But in the end we still come to the end.
aim was Losinoostrovskaya truck on the market. Since he sold the chickens.
No, you do not understand. Trading is not chicken, and not what some frozen or chilled carcasses. With the truck sold chickens. Zhovten'ka such, the food ... Do you understand?
So. Great-grandmother bought 20 pieces of chicken. We carried them home in his bosom, because usually a cardboard box to get it was not possible - also the deficit. When they came, it smelled of us very specifically. But more specific beginning to smell prababushkinoy in room two days later.
However, my grandmother, a rare clean, do not start their usual songs, but happy. And she helped great-grandmother change in a small zagonchike (in Stalin's oak parquet! imagine?) hewed chickens newspapers ("Truth," "Soviet Russia" and "News"). Zagonchik the same was built from scraps of cardboard. We
with her great grandmother fed chickens cutted boiled eggs, boiled buckwheat and millet. And green onions, finely chopped (So he is not a deficit).
and then comes the magical month of May. We bring chickens into the yard, so they ate green grass and warmed in the sun. By the foot of each chicken was tied a thread, the other end of which is highly interactive was wound on his forefinger grandmother. I could, absorbed game run anywhere, great-grandmother could talk away from the neighbors or take a nap in the sun ... But chickens can not disappear anywhere! Hardly any of them too pulling the thread, great-grandmother once came to myself: Do not run away?
during the May sittings took place culling chickens. I do not know what the reason, but because of the "party" one or two of chicken began to squat on foot. "No tenant!" - Stated grandmother.
evening I had a chicken soup ;-)))
In July, a fully fledge chicks and began to behave arrogantly. Clucked and crowed in the night, jumped out of the fence, trying to explore the world, consisting of flat-Stalin.
And then my grandmother could not stand.
She took tiptoe very carefully, trying not to hurt my poor psyche, chopping hatchet to her toes, her head. Chicks are deprived of their heads, first flew and ran across the kitchen, then calmed down in my hands. I plucked them, nibbling, nibbling, nibbling ... And salivating flowed ...
And I was fried chicken as a reward. Gentle, gentle.
A grandmother and great-grandmother and then ice-frost ... In a conventional refrigerator Soviet ZIL ... With such a small freezer ... These carcasses ...
But we have at every holiday was a normal chicken, but not blue rubber!
Taste of chickens raised and nurtured me, still remember.
How to catch the truck from which the chickens sold in the market?
When I was growing up, the trees were big, the grass - a truly green, the water - really wet, the sky - the blue-blue, and the Jedi Knights have not even invented. So I can not even say that if they were rubber than it is now ;-)))
But now the chickens were rubber, and blue. Now it's hard to believe, but that's the case and the situation was. Lay themselves on the shelves of small-small blue rubber chicken ...
Oh no, do not lie. They too have been a deficit ... I apologize. Blue rubber chickens very quickly swept off the shelves ...
So, in those magical old days, we have found a way to deal with the blue rubber chickens, and with their absence. These Jedi have always come up with the output, right?
In late March or early April, a great-grandmother led me to Losinoostrovsky market. We walked along hrustkomu natoptannomu ice drifts among the spongy (yes, even if the streets are not clean ... okay, clean but not like now). By the way, I do not times distracted by something to float on a stream or spichechku poke imported from the GDR boots with crust of ice on a puddle of ... But in the end we still come to the end.
aim was Losinoostrovskaya truck on the market. Since he sold the chickens.
No, you do not understand. Trading is not chicken, and not what some frozen or chilled carcasses. With the truck sold chickens. Zhovten'ka such, the food ... Do you understand?
So. Great-grandmother bought 20 pieces of chicken. We carried them home in his bosom, because usually a cardboard box to get it was not possible - also the deficit. When they came, it smelled of us very specifically. But more specific beginning to smell prababushkinoy in room two days later.
However, my grandmother, a rare clean, do not start their usual songs, but happy. And she helped great-grandmother change in a small zagonchike (in Stalin's oak parquet! imagine?) hewed chickens newspapers ("Truth," "Soviet Russia" and "News"). Zagonchik the same was built from scraps of cardboard. We
with her great grandmother fed chickens cutted boiled eggs, boiled buckwheat and millet. And green onions, finely chopped (So he is not a deficit).
and then comes the magical month of May. We bring chickens into the yard, so they ate green grass and warmed in the sun. By the foot of each chicken was tied a thread, the other end of which is highly interactive was wound on his forefinger grandmother. I could, absorbed game run anywhere, great-grandmother could talk away from the neighbors or take a nap in the sun ... But chickens can not disappear anywhere! Hardly any of them too pulling the thread, great-grandmother once came to myself: Do not run away?
during the May sittings took place culling chickens. I do not know what the reason, but because of the "party" one or two of chicken began to squat on foot. "No tenant!" - Stated grandmother.
evening I had a chicken soup ;-)))
In July, a fully fledge chicks and began to behave arrogantly. Clucked and crowed in the night, jumped out of the fence, trying to explore the world, consisting of flat-Stalin.
And then my grandmother could not stand.
She took tiptoe very carefully, trying not to hurt my poor psyche, chopping hatchet to her toes, her head. Chicks are deprived of their heads, first flew and ran across the kitchen, then calmed down in my hands. I plucked them, nibbling, nibbling, nibbling ... And salivating flowed ...
And I was fried chicken as a reward. Gentle, gentle.
A grandmother and great-grandmother and then ice-frost ... In a conventional refrigerator Soviet ZIL ... With such a small freezer ... These carcasses ...
But we have at every holiday was a normal chicken, but not blue rubber!
Taste of chickens raised and nurtured me, still remember.
How to catch the truck from which the chickens sold in the market?
Saturday, November 6, 2010
What To Write On A Baby Cake
"Brest Fortress".
Friends, watch the movie need.
I watched the day before.
Friends, watch the movie need.
I watched the day before.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Baby Messages Congratulations
novel exposé
I wanted so only use this journal to publish reviews of all kinds, but since then the creative writing mania awakened in me back to life, I've Review Unfortunately treated somewhat neglected. But since it was the Review, not least, that helped me after a long dry spell to come back to write, I feel it only as just and louder, the first fruits of this so-driven work now first to publish here, even if it is not review is. Therefore, there is now a concise summary of the novel project, where I currently work as part of National Novel Writing Month. The first title is only provisional.
text and idea: Teresa Maienschein
Copyright by Teresa Maienschein
I wanted so only use this journal to publish reviews of all kinds, but since then the creative writing mania awakened in me back to life, I've Review Unfortunately treated somewhat neglected. But since it was the Review, not least, that helped me after a long dry spell to come back to write, I feel it only as just and louder, the first fruits of this so-driven work now first to publish here, even if it is not review is. Therefore, there is now a concise summary of the novel project, where I currently work as part of National Novel Writing Month. The first title is only provisional.
Exposé Helenopolis
The precocious, höchstgradig melancholy and not very worldly, but all the sincere student of philosophy Marlene Tieck, whose greatest desire is to be a respected author, is 24, as its so far very stable life in the province after the tragic Osthessen From a long-standing relationship enormous out of control. A bad depression forced the once creative, young woman with a brutal times in the knee, it compels a little later even the disappearance of her so far with great ambition driven studies at the Goethe University in Frankfurt and finally drives her to suicide.
Helenopolis told Marlene's story in the form not always chronological diary entries, notes, printed e-mails Letters and put down treatment of the protagonist talks, which are entrusted to their deaths from the last treating psychologist, the care of her middle-class family. The reader will put himself in this manner in the role of individual family members, one page deeper into what is often misunderstood by one, silent, but none the less of all kinds of passions shattered life remained.
One of my main concerns here is an intensive and critical in many districts of the theming, unfortunately, but still behind closed doors discussing stigma depression. In this context, the novel is also social and socio-critical aspects explicitly provide a platform.
is also me anxious, those in abundance by the media landscape spirits be, stereotyped abbreviated descriptions of how student life for commonly designed supposedly - namely, as an ongoing boozy bacchanal - hold a konterkarierenden mirror and, instead, the realistic, unglamorous daily lives of a protagonist between exam stress to outline Provinzmief and commuting.
considered a literary perspective, I felt the other hand, in particular the draft Werther in some features resembling, but this time female figure. The structural composition as a letter or diary with some novel Extensions of the template is inspired Goethe's rough.
text and idea: Teresa Maienschein
Copyright by Teresa Maienschein
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