Mistrella

Когда я впервые задала вопрос о неблагодарности за добро, мо папа мне сказал: никогда не жди возвращения сделанного добра от этого же самого человека. Эля, ат дярьайа. Награда придет к тебе оттуда, откуда ты ее не ждешь. После осознания этой мудрости мне в этом отношении живется легко. А баланс плохого и хорошего в природе поддерживает бог, но его путей нам не понять, может, только со временем, когда элементы мозаики в конце концов складываются.

Здесь необязательно имеется в виду судебная ситуация. Может быть, в споре двух людей или в бытовом или служебном происшествии, в котором надо было разобраться. Ой,таких случаев было столько,что потом и голова болела.... то есть вам противоречили другие свидетели и получалось непонимание? А вы просто сдавались или пытались отстаивать свое мнение?

Хотелось бы знать, удается ли вам быть хорошим свидетелем среди ваших близких? Согласны ли они бывают с вашими рассказами, вашим мнением о тех или иных ситуациях? Ведь самые большие драмы, как известно, происходят в семьях.

Это ирония или серьезно? Если серьезно, то смогли бы вы написать мемуары или беспристрасный отчет о коротком отрезке времени?

Да уж, такая мысль отбивает желание помочь. Знакомо.

Здесь необязательно имеется в виду судебная ситуация. Может быть, в споре двух людей или в бытовом или служебном происшествии, в котором надо было разобраться.

Понимаю. Я если ли бы ваша ситуация зависела от правдивого свидетельства, а свидетель побоялся бы?

Ваше замечание интересно в свете наблюдений того, как люди все время спорят между собой о том или ином инциденте, свидетелями которого они оба были. Оба, если спросить отдельно, признают себя плохими свидетелями, но, тем не менее, спорят. Причем, обо всем. О погоде, датах, разговорах...

А мне про эту вещь говорили, у меня сидюк свой фирменный, но не мр3. Хочу МР3, но нарушать систему не хочу. Эта штука как-то отдельно находится, да? В него флэш вставляешь, правильно? Спасибо, если коротко объясните. Правильно, Вы угадали эта штука находится отдельно, вставляется для питания в прикуриватель и все. У него есть порт USB и все такое прочее. Есть разные модификации этого дивайса...Удобная штука... Спасибо.

It was a dark and stormy evening, and I was sitting at home watching television. Suddenly, I heard a phone call. I replied. "Hi, how r u?" - I heard man's voice. I......... I was shocked. "Why did he call?" I thought. "He said he would never talk to me." I remembered Monica describing her recent split with her boyfriend. First thing that passed through my mind was if I will hear the same. I decided to listen. My eyes fell on the TV screen with Humphry Bogart pointing a silly gun at me. "May be he wants to take revenge on me?" "He can take my cat hostage and ask for ransom!" I thought frantically. "How did you dare to call me?"- she tried to speak quietly. A loud gun-firing sound from Bogart set her heart racing wildly. ”Oh damned devil!!!Why I should watch this rubbish???” I switched off the TV and listened to the silence of the phone. Now I heard his breath distinctly...at once the fear was replaced by passion, and I decided to play..! I went to my little brother’s room to fetch his construction set that bought him for last Christmas. But then I changed my mind and went to the kitchen to drink a cup of green tea. I rummaged through the pantry where we kept the dry food stuff but didn’t find any green teabags left. I was a little bit disappointed and was thinking what should I do now. Then I went out into the street and decided that I still cannot upgrade Server 2000 to Server 2008, because i would have to first upgrade the server to 2003 and then to 2008. On the opposite side of the street I suddenly I saw a policeman stopping a speeding car. The car stopped with awful noise. I turned my head looked at the driver and............. I saw a grey-haired man wearing glasses who was pointing a gun right at the policeman Humphry Bogart style I saw a few minutes ago on TV. I felt a hang of fear, then I felt sick in the stomach, so I decided that I had to return home and stay there for some time. “What a crazy day!” I thought. I was turning around when from the corner of my eye I noticed a bicycle rolling straight at me. "Why I am so wretched? At the beginning a car, then a bicycle...Uh... am a real looser" - I thought. At the last moment the bicyclist noticed me anв turned the wheel bypassing me. And then he fell down from the bicycle and hit his head. A puddle of blood formed on the ground and I had to call to 911. At the same time, the driver of the car on the other side of the road fired his gun at the policeman who wasn’t fast enough to pull his gun out of the holster to protect himself. It was definitely high time for calling 911. I reached for my cell phone only to see that the battery had run out. I raised my eyes and saw that the murderer of the policeman was staring right at me and his hand with the gun was slowly moving up taking aim of me. I ran back home and get my dads Winchester rifle. But when I got into the .rtment I remembered I had wanted to drink a cup of green tea. Oops... what I had said... I don't like tea really, I prefer coffee! I sat down on the sofa to think about it and suddenly fell asleep. And when I woke up I realised that I really had had weird day yester- Or maybe I had dreamed all about it! And I said to myself “just beat it! I need to get a glass of red wine and listen to some chill out music. With this thought I drifted off to sleep again. I woke up at about 4 clock in the morning because I heard some noise downstairs. I sat up in bed and thought if it was my mother who also had a key to my .rtment and wondered what day it was.

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It was a dark and stormy evening, and I was sitting at home watching television. Suddenly, I heard a phone call. I replied. "Hi, how r u?" - I heard man's voice. I......... I was shocked. "Why did he call?" I thought. "He said he would never talk to me." I remembered Monica describing her recent split with her boyfriend. First thing that passed through my mind was if I will hear the same. I decided to listen. My eyes fell on the TV screen with Humphry Bogart pointing a silly gun at me. "May be he wants to take revenge on me?" "He can take my cat hostage and ask for ransom!" I thought frantically. "How did you dare to call me?"- she tried to speak quietly. A loud gun-firing sound from Bogart set her heart racing wildly. ”Oh damned devil!!!Why I should watch this rubbish???” I switched off the TV and listened to the silence of the phone. Now I heard his breath distinctly...at once the fear was replaced by passion, and I decided to play..! I went to my little brother’s room to fetch his construction set that bought him for last Christmas. But then I changed my mind and went to the kitchen to drink a cup of green tea. I rummaged through the pantry where we kept the dry food stuff but didn’t find any green teabags left. I was a little bit disappointed and was thinking what should I do now. Then I went out into the street and decided that I still cannot upgrade Server 2000 to Server 2008, because i would have to first upgrade the server to 2003 and then to 2008. On the opposite side of the street I suddenly I saw a policeman stopping a speeding car. The car stopped with awful noise. I turned my head looked at the driver and............. I saw a grey-haired man wearing glasses who was pointing a gun right at the policeman Humphry Bogart style I saw a few minutes ago on TV. I felt a hang of fear, then I felt sick in the stomach, so I decided that I had to return home and stay there for some time. “What a crazy day!” I thought. I was turning around when from the corner of my eye I noticed a bicycle rolling straight at me. "Why I am so wretched? At the beginning a car, then a bicycle...Uh... am a real looser" - I thought. At the last moment the bicyclist noticed me anв turned the wheel bypassing me. And then he fell down from the bicycle and hit his head. A puddle of blood formed on the ground and I had to call to 911. At the same time, the driver of the car on the other side of the road fired his gun at the policeman who wasn’t fast enough to pull his gun out of the holster to protect himself. It was definitely high time for calling 911. I reached for my cell phone only to see that the battery had run out. I raised my eyes and saw that the murderer of the policeman was staring right at me and his hand with the gun was slowly moving up taking aim of me. I ran back home and get my dads Winchester rifle. But when I got into the .rtment I remembered I had wanted to drink a cup of green tea. Oops... what I had said... I don't like tea really, I prefer coffee! I sat down on the sofa to think about it and suddenly fell asleep. And when I woke up I realised that I really had had weird day yester- Or maybe I had dreamed all about it! And I said to myself “just beat it! I need to get a glass of red wine and listen to some chill out music. With this thought I drifted off to sleep again.

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Согласна, да и все психологи считают, что плохое надо обсуждать и "вскрывать" раны. Но надо говорить об уже сделанном и доказанном зле или плохом действии, искать пути устранения или осуждать, но не создавать новое плохое своими словами и действиями. Это опять может возвратится как бумеранг.

It was a dark and stormy evening, and I was sitting at home watching television. Suddenly, I heard a phone call. I replied. "Hi, how r u?" - I heard man's voice. I......... I was shocked. "Why did he call?" I thought. "He said he would never talk to me." I remembered Monica describing her recent split with her boyfriend. First thing that passed through my mind was if I will hear the same. I decided to listen. My eyes fell on the TV screen with Humphry Bogart pointing a silly gun at me. "May be he wants to take revenge on me?" "He can take my cat hostage and ask for ransom!" I thought frantically. "How did you dare to call me?"- she tried to speak quietly. A loud gun-firing sound from Bogart set her heart racing wildly. ”Oh damned devil!!!Why I should watch this rubbish???” I switched off the TV and listened to the silence of the phone. Now I heard his breath distinctly...at once the fear was replaced by passion, and I decided to play..! I went to my little brother’s room to fetch his construction set that bought him for last Christmas. But then I changed my mind and went to the kitchen to drink a cup of green tea. I rummaged through the pantry where we kept the dry food stuff but didn’t find any green teabags left. I was a little bit disappointed and was thinking what should I do now. Then I went out into the street and decided that I still cannot upgrade Server 2000 to Server 2008, because i would have to first upgrade the server to 2003 and then to 2008. On the opposite side of the street I suddenly I saw a policeman stopping a speeding car. The car stopped with awful noise. I turned my head looked at the driver and............. I saw a grey-haired man wearing glasses who was pointing a gun right at the policeman Humphry Bogart style I saw a few minutes ago on TV. I felt a hang of fear, then I felt sick in the stomach, so I decided that I had to return home and stay there for some time. “What a crazy day!” I thought. I was turning around when from the corner of my eye I noticed a bicycle rolling straight at me. "Why I am so wretched? At the beginning a car, then a bicycle...Uh... am a real looser" - I thought. At the last moment the bicyclist noticed me anв turned the wheel bypassing me. And then he fell down from the bicycle and hit his head. A puddle of blood formed on the ground and I had to call to 911. At the same time, the driver of the car on the other side of the road fired his gun at the policeman who wasn’t fast enough to pull his gun out of the holster to protect himself. It was definitely high time for calling 911. I reached for my cell phone only to see that the battery had run out. I raised my eyes and saw that the murderer of the policeman was staring right at me and his hand with the gun was slowly moving up taking aim of me. I ran back home and get my dads Winchester rifle. But when I got into the .rtment I remembered I had wanted to drink a cup of green tea. Oops... what I had said... I don't like tea really, I prefer coffee! I sat down on the sofa to think about it and suddenly fell asleep. And when I woke up I realised that I really had had weird day yester- Or maybe I had dreamed all about it!

Мне кажется, что личный опыт у нас всех примерно один и тот же, так как мы живем плотно в маленькой стране по сравнению с другими. Ваше объяснение данное дискуссии мне понятно, вы, как и многие, мечтаете об истинном равенстве и свободе от зависимости одного человека от другого. Но что есть всю историю, то и остается и сейчас. Но я остаюсь во мнении, что сколько бы чернухи не было вокруг, один честный случай перевешивает сотню нечестных. Такова природа добра, его меньше, но оно кратно сильнее зла. Без этого баланса нет жизни. Если все плохо и все плохи, то тогда как же мы все еще продолжаем жить? Как еще мы все не стали криминалами и все еще отдаем долги или держим слово. Этого невозможно без честности. Это риторика, не жду ответа.

It was a dark and stormy evening, and I was sitting at home watching television. Suddenly, I heard a phone call. I replied. "Hi, how r u?" - I heard man's voice. I......... I was shocked. "Why did he call?" I thought. "He said he would never talk to me." I remembered Monica describing her recent split with her boyfriend. First thing that passed through my mind was if I will hear the same. I decided to listen. My eyes fell on the TV screen with Humphry Bogart pointing a silly gun at me. "May be he wants to take revenge on me?" "He can take my cat hostage and ask for ransom!" I thought frantically. "How did you dare to call me?"- she tried to speak quietly. A loud gun-firing sound from Bogart set her heart racing wildly. ”Oh damned devil!!!Why I should watch this rubbish???” I switched off the TV and listened to the silence of the phone. Now I heard his breath distinctly...at once the fear was replaced by passion, and I decided to play..! I went to my little brother’s room to fetch his construction set that bought him for last Christmas. But then I changed my mind and went to the kitchen to drink a cup of green tea. I rummaged through the pantry where we kept the dry food stuff but didn’t find any green teabags left. I was a little bit disappointed and was thinking what should I do now. Then I went out into the street and decided that I still cannot upgrade Server 2000 to Server 2008, because i would have to first upgrade the server to 2003 and then to 2008. On the opposite side of the street I suddenly I saw a policeman stopping a speeding car. The car stopped with awful noise. I turned my head looked at the driver and............. I saw a grey-haired man wearing glasses who was pointing a gun right at the policeman Humphry Bogart style I saw a few minutes ago on TV. I felt a hang of fear, then I felt sick in the stomach, so I decided that I had to return home and stay there for some time. “What a crazy day!” I thought. I was turning around when from the corner of my eye I noticed a bicycle rolling straight at me. "Why I am so wretched? At the beginning a car, then a bicycle...Uh... am a real looser" - I thought. At the last moment the bicyclist noticed me anв turned the wheel bypassing me. And then he fell down from the bicycle and hit his head. A puddle of blood formed on the ground and I had to call to 911. At the same time, the driver of the car on the other side of the road fired his gun at the policeman who wasn’t fast enough to pull his gun out of the holster to protect himself. It was definitely high time for calling 911. I reached for my cell phone only to see that the battery had run out. I raised my eyes and saw that the murderer of the policeman was staring right at me and his hand with the gun was slowly moving up taking aim of me. I ran back home and get my dads Winchester rifle. But when I got into the .rtment I remembered I had wanted to drink a cup of green tea. Oops... what I had said... I don't like tea really, I prefer coffee! I sat down on the sofa to think about it and suddenly fell asleep.

Пару лет назад самым лучшим рестораном мира было названо британское заведение, в котором подается мороженое из ветчины с бэконом. В одном из номеров журнал РЕСТОРАН поместил ресторан Жирная Утка, что на окраине Лондона, во главу списка 50 самых лучших ресторанов мира. Владелец и шеф-повар Хестон Блюменталь открыл ресторан 10 лет назад, и он быстро приобрел репутацию экспериментального и оригинального заведения. Меню предлагает шоколад из кожи, древесины дуба и табака, шербет из сардин на тосте, кашу из улиток и мусс с подливкой из жидкого нитрогена. Самоучка Блюменталь сейчас известен как разработчик нового стиля в кулинарии, называемого «молекулярной гастрономией». Он использует химию, физику, продукты и комбинации вкусовых добавок, чтобы добиться необычных вкусовых эффектов. Британия, родина традиционной рыбы и жареной картошки, известна как место скучной и невкусной пищи. Однако, вдобавок к признанию Жирной Утки лучшим рестораном, журнал назвал Лондон столицей гурманов месяца. Список лучших ресторанов по версии журнала. 1. The Fat Duck, Bray, Беркшир, ВБ 2. El Bulli Montjoi, Испания 3. The French Laundry, Янтвиль, Калифорния 4. Tetsuya’s, Sydney, Австралия 5. Gordon Ramsay, Лондон 6. Pierre Gagnaire, Париж 7. Per Se, Нью-Йорк 8. Tom Aikens, Лондон 9. Jean Georges, Нью-Йорк 10. St John, Лондон Хотели ли вы посетить ресторан Жирная Утка или какой-либо другой из этого списка? Может ли у нас появиться ресторан «молекулярной гастрономии»? Какую нашу еду не любят иностранцы? Какая самая странная еда, которую вы пробовали? Где, по-вашему, находится столица для гурманов?

It was a dark and stormy evening, and I was sitting at home watching television. Suddenly, I heard a phone call. I replied. "Hi, how r u?" - I heard man's voice. I......... I was shocked. "Why did he call?" I thought. "He said he would never talk to me." I remembered Monica describing her recent split with her boyfriend. First thing that passed through my mind was if I will hear the same. I decided to listen. My eyes fell on the TV screen with Humphry Bogart pointing a silly gun at me. "May be he wants to take revenge on me?" "He can take my cat hostage and ask for ransom!" I thought frantically. "How did you dare to call me?"- she tried to speak quietly. A loud gun-firing sound from Bogart set her heart racing wildly. ”Oh damned devil!!!Why I should watch this rubbish???” I switched off the TV and listened to the silence of the phone. Now I heard his breath distinctly...at once the fear was replaced by passion, and I decided to play..! I went to my little brother’s room to fetch his construction set that bought him for last Christmas. But then I changed my mind and went to the kitchen to drink a cup of green tea. I rummaged through the pantry where we kept the dry food stuff but didn’t find any green teabags left. I was a little bit disappointed and was thinking what should I do now. Then I went out into the street and decided that I still cannot upgrade Server 2000 to Server 2008, because i would have to first upgrade the server to 2003 and then to 2008. On the opposite side of the street I suddenly I saw a policeman stopping a speeding car. The car stopped with awful noise. I turned my head looked at the driver and............. I saw a grey-haired man wearing glasses who was pointing a gun right at the policeman Humphry Bogart style I saw a few minutes ago on TV. I felt a hang of fear, then I felt sick in the stomach, so I decided that I had to return home and stay there for some time. “What a crazy day!” I thought. I was turning around when from the corner of my eye I noticed a bicycle rolling straight at me. "Why I am so wretched? At the beginning a car, then a bicycle...Uh... am a real looser" - I thought. At the last moment the bicyclist noticed me anв turned the wheel bypassing me. And then he fell down from the bicycle and hit his head. A puddle of blood formed on the ground and I had to call to 911. At the same time, the driver of the car on the other side of the road fired his gun at the policeman who wasn’t fast enough to pull his gun out of the holster to protect himself. It was definitely high time for calling 911. I reached for my cell phone only to see that the battery had run out. I raised my eyes and saw that the murderer of the policeman was staring right at me and his hand with the gun was slowly moving up taking aim of me. I ran back home and get my dad's Winchester rifle. But when I got into the .rtment I remembered I had wanted to drink a cup of green tea but we had had no teabags left.

Еще раз прощайте.

Нам часто приходится выступать свидетелями различных ситуаций или происшествий. Часто мы не квалифицируем свой пересказ увиденного в повседневной жизни как свидетельское показание. Мы говорим, что вот что-то увидели. Являлись ли вы когда-нибудь свидетелем серьезного происшествия на улице, на работе, в учебном заведении или в семье? Приходилось ли вам давать рассказ свидетеля? Чувствовали ли вы в этот момент ответственность за дачу правильных показаний? Или примешивали свои собственные эмоции и мнения? Не казалось ли вам позже, что могли вы бы дать более точные показания, которые могли бы повлиять на исход дела? Если да, то возвращались ли назад для дачи дополнительных показаний или говорили себе, что сделано – то сделано? Были ли рядом с вами другие свидетели, которые противоречили вашему мнению? Вы с ними спорили или соглашались? А важно ли быть хорошим свидетелем?

Прощайте

Конечно. Вот так правильно. Признание вины - смягчает участь.

Жить назло армянам не нужно. Живите себе.., в свое удовольствие. И перестаньте пытаться быть во всем похожи на армян, не получиццо. "Догоним и перегоним"? Мы с вами живем в параллельных мирах, идите своей дорогой, баджы, а мы своей. И не дай боже нам, нашим народам, снова пересечься, на этот раз сделаем больнее. Дадим вам время для окончательного формирования вашей нации. Лет 100 думаю достаточно вам, чтобы определиться кто же вы в конце концов. И тогда обещаю, приеду в Баку, усажу вас на фоне фонтана и напишу картину маслом: Кавтарка(Кавказская татарка) у бахчисарайского водопровода фонтана. Опять сны воспаленного отравой зависти мозга. Зачем мне быть похожей на армян? Всю мою жизнь армянки брали с меня пример. Вы меня посмешили. Вы лучше работайте со своим правительством, чтобы они определились с турецко-армянскими протоколами, тогда мы все тоже сможем определиться. А потом, если мы вам разрешим приехать туристом в Баку - за ваши же деньги, учтите - вас гиды сводят на все фонтаны, вы там искупаетесь, чтобы потренироваться перед заходом в море, а то с непривычки сразу от моря у вас шок может случиться. Так и быть, в море вы сделаете свое черное дело - помочитесь назло азерам. отомстите за всю историю!

У Армении нет ни малейшего намерения желать мира. Напротив, вызывающее поведение увеличилось, сопровождаемое обструкциями армянского правительства и парламента претворению турецко-армянских протоколов. Но нам это даже на руку, это показывает агоническое метание армянских властей, которых начнут сейчас давить те, которых они использовали для давления на Турцию. Вчера слышала лекцию Мри Лизины, эксперта по безопасности в Европе, она сообщила, что Европа четко понимает, что Арменя не хочет отказываться от захватнической политики или идти на компромисс, и что надо ее к этому принуждать. Такова точка зрения политиков по безопасности в Европе. Все подобные действия армянского президента будут хлестать по его же фейсу, причем очень скоро.