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Кто хочет знать английский как англичанин, тот читает тут рассказы на настоящем королевском английском языке. В оригинале . Реклама @neznayca или по ссылке telega.in/c/one_story
ПОКАЖИТЕ СВОЕ ТВОРЧЕСТВО В МАНЕЖЕ — ГЛАВНЫЙ ТВОРЧЕСКИЙ КОНКУРС СТРАНЫ!
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Хотите выставить свою работу в Манеже на главном фестивале современного искусства в России — ARTLIFE FEST 2023?
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Присоединяйтесь к конкурсу.
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Условия 👇
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✅ Работа должна раскрывать тему фестиваля этого года — «Касание души».
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✅ К участию принимаются картины любого формата, выполненные в любой технике.
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✅ Для участия необходимо наличие сертификата о прохождении курсов в онлайн-академии ARTLIFE за 2019-2023 года либо же участие в очных мастер-классах на фестивалях 2019-2021 годов.
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✅ Заявки на участие принимаются строго до 1-го августа 2023 года.
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С 3 по 10 августа пройдет зрительское голосование — в финал попадут лишь 10 работ. После куратор фестиваля Анастасия Андреева отберет единственную, которая станет частью экспозиции ARTLIFE FEST 2023.
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Подробнее читайте здесь и следите за новостями 👉 «Про искусство с ARTLIFE»
THE SCHOOLMASTER’S PROGRESS. By Caroline M.S. Kirkland
Read 23 mins
To Plant a Garden. SCOTT GEORGE
This is a sci-fi story about a future where androids take care of people's happiness and satisfaction. The protagonist, Thornton Gombar, wants to plant a garden on his property, but the android B-7269 tries to help him, not realizing that Thornton wants to do it himself.
The story raises questions about what makes a person happy, what is the value of work and creativity, and what are the consequences of complete automation and control over people's lives.
Read 7 mins
THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN AND HIS WATER LOTS By George Pope Morris (1802–1864)
This story is about how a small French shopkeeper, satisfied with his position, decided to become rich by buying land in Manhattan. But...
Read what came out of it.
Read 8 mins
Fishing For Jasmine. John Ravenscroft
The silent young woman in bed number six is called Jasmine. So am I, but names are only superficial things, floats bobbing on the surface of the water, and we share deeper connections than that. Which is why she fascinates me - why I spend my off-duty time sitting beside her.
Today is difficult. The ward heaves with patients and I am kept busy emptying bed-pans, filling out forms, changing dressings. Finally, late in the afternoon, I get a few moments to make coffee, to take it over to the orange plastic chair beside her bed. I am thankful to be off my feet, glad to be in her company once again.
"Hello, Jasmine," I say, as if greeting myself.
She does not reply. Jasmine never replies. She is down too deep.
Like me, she has been sea-damaged. I too am the daughter of a fisherman, so I bait my words like fish-hooks, cast them into her ears, imagine them sinking down through cold, dark water. Down to wherever she may be.
"I have little time today," I tell her, touching her hair.
With Jasmine, it is always difficult not to touch. She is that rare thing, a truly beautiful woman. Because of this, people invent reasons to walk by. I catch them looking, drinking her in, feeding on her. They are barracuda, all of them. Wheelchair-pushing porters who slow to a crawl when they near her bed. Roaming visitors with greedy eyes. Doctors who stop, draw the thin screen of curtain, and continually re-examine that which does not need examination.
Great beauty is something Jasmine and I do not share. I am glad of it.
"Your father may be here soon," I say. "Last week he said he would come."
Jasmine says nothing. Her left eyelid flickers, perhaps.
It is two months since the incident on her father's fishing boat, since she fell overboard, sank, became entangled in the nets. It was some time before anyone noticed, then there was panic. Her father hauled her back on board and sailed for home. When he finally arrived, he carried ashore what he thought was his daughter's body.
"Jasmine," I whisper. I want her to take our baited name. I want her to swallow it.
Fortunately, there was a doctor in the village that morning, a young man visiting relatives. It was he who brought this drowned woman back from the brink, he who told me her story. She opened her eyes, he said, looked up at her father and spoke a single word - then sank again, this time into coma.
Barracuda. That is what Jasmine said.
When her father visits, he touches her hair, kisses her cheek, sits in the orange plastic chair at the side of her bed and holds her hand. Like my own father, he has the big, brown, life-roughened hands of a fisherman. He too smells of the sea, and pretends he is a good, simple man.
Jasmine. We share so much, we are almost one.
I remember early mornings, my hair touched to wake me, my father lifting me half-asleep from my bed, carrying me, dropping me into his boat. His voice rough in my ear, his hands rough on my skin. I never wanted to go, but I was just a child. He did as he wished.
I remember salt water, hot sun, my mother shrinking on the shore. I remember the rocking of the boat, the screams of the gulls.
"Jasmine, you have a life inside you. Can't you hear it calling?"
Nothing.
The ward door bangs, and I see Jasmine's father walking towards us, carrying flowers. He smiles at me. Even in death, my own child had my father's smile, and Jasmine's will have this man's. I know it.
He stops by her bed and touches her hair. Something stirs deep inside me. I watch Jasmine's eyelids, waiting for her to bite.
@one_story
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🇬🇧 Важным преимуществом является то, что студенты постоянно совершенствуют свои знания английского языка, общаясь на нем в процессе обучения.
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Detective Kidd and the Case of the Watercolour Artist. Neille Williams
This is the one with the four suspects – all students of the watercolour artist who was found dead on the floor after teaching an art class.
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Rip Van Winkle. Washington Irving
A man drinks a magic potion and sleeps through the American Revolution. Classic reworking of a European folk-tale.
Read 29 mins
Почему мы всё время начинаем и бросаем учить английский?
Одна из причин — мы не знаем свой уровень языка. В итоге берёмся за контент, который нам не по силам. Например, сериал «Друзья» часто советуют смотреть тем, кто начинает учить язык, но в нём полно юмора, который начинающие пока понять не могут.
В итоге разрыв знаний удручает и мотивация снова падает.
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The Dilettante. Edith Wharton
The story of a man's manipulative relationship with two women.
Read 17 mins
The Farmer And The Stork by Aesop
A Stork of a very simple and trusting nature had been asked by a gay party of Cranes to visit a field that had been newly planted. But the party ended dismally with all the birds entangled in the meshes of the Farmer's net.
The Stork begged the Farmer to spare him.
"Please let me go," he pleaded. "I belong to the Stork family who you know are honest and birds of good character. Besides, I did not know the Cranes were going to steal."
"You may be a very good bird," answered the Farmer, "but I caught you with the thieving Cranes and you will have to share the same punishment with them."
You are judged by the company you keep.
The Jesting of Arlington Stringham. Saki
The Jesting of Arlington Stringham is a short story by Saki, a British writer who was known for his witty and sometimes macabre stories that satirized Edwardian society and culture. The story is about a politician who develops a habit of making jokes in the House of Commons, much to the dismay of his wife Eleanor, who fears that it is a sign of their marital discord. The story ends with a tragic twist that reveals the true nature of their relationship. It is one of Saki’s many stories that feature delicately drawn characters and finely judged narratives.
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Heart! Crispin Oduobuk
The story of a frantic chase, an apathetic crowd and a machete.
Read 7 min
THE WATKINSON EVENING. By Eliza Leslie (1787–1858)
Read 26 mins
THE ANGEL OF THE ODD. By Edgar Allan Poe
This is a story by Edgar Allan Poe, published in 1844 in The Columbian Lady's and Gentleman's Magazine. It tells about an anonymous narrator who reads a story about a man who died after accidentally swallowing a needle. He is outraged by the gullibility of humanity that believes such a hoax. He swears never to fall for such strange stories. Immediately, a strange creature made of a barrel and wine bottles appears. The creature announces with a heavy accent that it is the Angel of the Odd - and that it is responsible for causing such strange events.
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Английский - маст хев для современного человека, поэтому школа Adversum подготовила множество полезных материалов для всех, кто интересуется культурой, искусством, архитектурой, живописью и творчеством в целом. Необычный подход через интерактив и изучение шедевров мировой культуры позволят прокачать язык и расширить знания в любимом предмете!
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True Aikido. Gorchev
There is no more True Aikido left out there. In this day and age, what they call Aikido is when two morons try to kick each other in the jaw and break each other's joints. Or whatever else they do these days; never seen it anyway.
The True Aikido was completely different. It required that you defeat your Enemy without using needless effort. In fact, you didn't even have come face to face with your Enemy.
Say, for example, your Enemy is approaching you with an axe in order to chop the fuck out of you. But you live in such a dump that on his way there he slipps on a pile of shit and falls into it face down, two times in a row. He gets so frustrated that he chops off his own finger. So who wins? You win! Perhaps you will not even know about the victory, which is victory in it's best form.
Or else, for example, the Enemy decided to curse you out or harass you in different ways. But your cell phone is turned off for non-payment and you don't answer the door anymore because some salesmen were bothering you. So the Enemy gets tired of ringing your doorbell and banging on your door, and bites his hand all the way through out of frustration. Here, you win again.
Another example: say you had no other choice but to come out on a tatami, or whatever they call it. The Enemy comes out too, growling. But you just stand there, like, you know, all barefoot, red spots on your hands and sniffing from the cold. The Enemy looks at you and all of a sudden becomes nostalgic about his barefoot childhood, remembers his little creek, a small carp he caught, his bobber and his fishing rod. He is crying now. He is not in a fighting mood anymore and goes home. On the way home - just like when he was little - your Enemy buys himself an icecream. Than gets sick from it and dies.
As usual, you win again.
Unfortunately, there are no more Masters of the True Aikido left in this world. They all disappeared somewhere. Sometimes you look at one and think he seems like a Master. But he is not. He failed once, lowered his watch, relaxed, gave into a thought for a second. Now he's been beaten ridiculed and slighted three times and is laying on the tatami with an axe in his back.
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Oowama the Giant Worm. Joseph Bernstein
Oowama loved mud. As large as a school bus, though many times longer, the giant worm swam and played along the muddy lakes and streams.
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12 Again. Matthew Licht
Bobby Osgood woke up one October morning and he was twelve years old again...
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Ray Bradbury. The Dragon
Ray Douglas Bradbury (August 22, 1920 – June 5, 2012) was an American author and screenwriter. He worked in a variety of genres, including fantasy, science fiction, horror, and mystery fiction.
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Yolardis. Hojat Salehi
A man meets a beautiful but penniless girl on a trip to Cuba.
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The Knife. Denny Johnson
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A journalist gets a lead on the O.J. murder weapon.
The Whale Sound. Roger Dean Kiser
A boy helps out 'the deaf kid' who is being picked on by the orphanage bullies.
Read 6 mins
To Sit in the Sun. Joanna Leyland
Don't ask me, dearie. I wouldn't know about that. As I said, I'm just a neighbour of theirs - that's right, that little white house there on the corner, the one with the fig tree next to it. And yes, I saw it all. Not that I was watching - I believe in keeping myself to myself - but a body couldn't help noticing. First all the coming and going with him being ill, then the weeping and wailing when he died - of course I went to pay my respects, that's only right - and I saw them carry the poor lamb from the village, lay him out proper and wall up the tomb. I did feel sorry for the two girls, I must say.
What? Yes, that's right, dearie. Four days later it was - just as things were getting back to normal. Some sort of preacher. The girls must have sent for him - with never a word to anyone - and up he walked, bold as anything, with a bunch of followers too. You can imagine the talk. And then to go on up to the tomb, with near enough the whole village hard on their heels. No, I didn't go - not decent, I thought, stirring people up, giving them false hopes, but I was wrong, wasn't I? The preacher did it - got them to open the tomb and called out, so they say, and that was that. Back they all came, the two girls crying and hugging their brother, half the crowd jabbering with excitement and the other half - you know, looking sideways and not really sure. I wasn't sure myself, come to that.
Afterwards? Well, when the preacher left and all the fuss had died down, I asked his sisters if they needed any help to keep an eye on him. They couldn't thank me enough. First it was just for a few hours, then they started bringing him over in the morning and taking him home at night, then they asked me if I could .... you know, have him permanent. Like I said, I'm a widow, and they ... well, dearie, let's just say I'm not too proud to accept a little something for having him.
Mind? Bless you, no, of course I don't mind. Well, you can see for yourself, dearie. He just sits there mostly. I talk to him, of course - well, a body needs some company - but if I don't ..... No, he's no trouble at all. He just likes to sit in the sun.
@one_story
The Bull And The Goat by Aesop
A Bull once escaped from a Lion by entering a cave which the Goatherds used to house their flocks in stormy weather and at night. It happened that one of the Goats had been left behind, and the Bull had no sooner got inside than this Goat lowered his head and made a rush at him, butting him with his horns. As the Lion was still prowling outside the entrance to the cave, the Bull had to submit to the insult.
"Do not think," he said, "that I submit to your cowardly treatment because I am afraid of you. When that Lion leaves, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."
It is wicked to take advantage of another's distress.
The She-Wolf. Saki
The She-Wolf is a short story by Saki, a British writer who was known for his witty and sometimes macabre stories that satirized Edwardian society and culture. The story was first published in the Morning Post newspaper and later collected in the 1914 anthology Beasts and Super-Beasts.
"When Leonard Bilsiter claims to wield enormous powers - conferred on him by a mastery of Siberian Magic - Clovis decides to set the record straight."
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Mademoiselle Fifi. Guy de Maupassant
A group of bored Prussian soldiers amuse themselves destructively while holed up in a French chateau.
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