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    Совет на всю жизнь — НЕ ПОКУПАЙТЕ платные курсы. Вся эта информация давно есть в интернете, причем бесплатно. Тут есть всё — от архитектуры и маркетинга до программирования и продуктивности. Главное — немного упорства, Гугла и правильных каналов. Таких как Эрудиция. Там вручную отбирают лучшие материалы со всего рунета и публикуют у себя на канале. Бизнес, саморазвитие, дизайн, маркетинг — здесь лежат ВСЕ ЗНАНИЯ мира. Подписывайтесь, потом спасибо скажете: Эрудиция
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    THE SCHOOLMASTER’S PROGRESS. By Caroline M.S. Kirkland Read 23 mins
    THE SCHOOLMASTER’S PROGRESS. By Caroline M.S. Kirkland (1801–1864)

    Master William Horner came to our village to school when he was about eighteen years old: tall, lank, straight-sided, and straight-haired, with a mouth of the most puckered and solemn kind. His figure and movements were those of a puppet cut out of shingle and jerked by a string; and his address corresponded very well with his appearance. Never did that prim mouth give way before a laugh. A faint and misty smile was the widest departure from its propriety, and this unaccustomed disturbance made wrinkles in…

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    Если у вас всего 1 банковская карта – вы проиграли. Потому что у парня с этого канала их шестнадцать. И ещё 12 лежат в ящике. Спросите, зачем? А затем, что вон та чёрная в правом углу – даёт кэшбэк 10% на всё, и он пользуется ей повседневно. Оранжевая слева – даёт 20% на Delivery Club, через неё он заказывает еду. Серая – возвращает 10% с бензина и штрафов. А две нижних он оформил просто так, потому что по ним за тест-драйв давали по 3000₽ в подарок. В его ящике – годовой запас миль, карта с кэшбэком на ЖКХ, бесплатные страховки для путешествий и кредитки без процентов, по которым бесплатно снимается даже наличка. И все эти карты – пожизненно бесплатные без условий. Потому что выпускает он их по служебным акциям со спецтарифами – и этому же учит других на своём канале Беспощадный Банкстер. Просто подпишитесь 1 раз – и вы больше никогда не будете платить за обслуживание, узнаете где дают кредиты под 0% и подключите себе кэшбэк в 20% вообще на всё.
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    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. Read 16 mins
    THE ANGEL OF THE ODD. By Edgar Allan Poe

     (1809–1849) It was a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the least important item, and was sitting alone in the dining-room with my feet upon the fender and at my elbow a small table which I had rolled up to the fire, and upon which were some apologies for dessert, with some miscellaneous bottles of wine, spirit, and liqueur. In the morning I had been reading Glover’s Leonidas, Wilkie’s Epigoniad, Lamartine’s Pilgrimage, B…

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    Кортни Кардашьян продает мармеладки, от которых ваджайна станет слаще Да, это не прикол. И вот это тоже реальные продукты 👇 — Банкомат для выпендрёжников — Принтер для бровей — Святой алкоголь Я ищу необычные штуки, новости и явления, и выкладываю их сюда: Маркетанец ——— Узнавай о том, что и почему сейчас в тренде первый ☝️
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    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
    To Plant a Garden. SCOTT GEORGE

     Thornton Gombar lifted his gaze to the sky as a hovercraft zoomed over his home. Based on the rosy pink tints that adorned its exterior, Thornton surmised that the vehicle was a pleasure craft, likely filled with a small group of men and women engaging in gross debauchery as the self-driving vehicle propelled itself across the sky. The craft jerked and jolted in an arrhythmic manner as it flew to the heart of Homasoro City, where even more such activities awaited them.  Ценность книги определяется не тем,…

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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! На канале ты: ✅ Узнаешь множество новых тематических слов ✅ Сможешь участвовать в марафонах и вебинарах от преподавателей-носителей языка ✅ Расширишь знания в сфере культуры и искусства Обучение лучших зарубежных вузах, заветная работа в новой стране или просто свободное общение на любимые темы - мы подготовим тебя к новым свершениям! ⭐ Подписывайся на канал и узнай, как получить бесплатный индивидуальный квест-урок от нашей школы! 👇 https://t.me/adversumschool
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    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
    THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN AND HIS WATER LOTS By George Pope Morris  (1802–1864)

    Look into those they call unfortunate, And, closer view’d, you’ll find they are unwise.—Young. Let wealth come in by comely thrift, And not by any foolish shift: ’Tis haste Makes waste: Who gripes too hard the dry and slippery sand Holds none at all, or little, in his hand.—Herrick. Let well alone.—Proverb. How much real comfort every one might enjoy if he would be contented with the lot in which heaven has cast him, and how much trouble would be avoided if people would only “let well alone.” A moderate…

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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. @one_story
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    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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    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. Read 11 mins
    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. Only when he grew tired did he slither out to curl up along a flat rocky bed. There, he basked in the sunlight or slumbered in the moonlight. Even then, the sweet smell of soil lingered nearby. Ценность книги определяется не тем, сколько человек её прочтёт. У величайших книг мало читателей, потому что их чтение требует усилия. Но именно из-за этого усилия и рождается эстетический…

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    Хочешь стать экспертом, который будет создавать конкурентоспособные образовательные продукты? 🤳🏼 Студенты магистерской программы «Обучение иностранным языкам и педагогическое проектирование в цифровой среде» Университета науки и технологий МИСИС обучаются у лучших российских и международных преподавателей-экспертов EdTech, что позволяет им получить доступ к лучшим практикам и исследованиям в сфере образования, а также практические советы и инсайты для собственных проектов. 🇬🇧 Важным преимуществом является то, что студенты постоянно совершенствуют свои знания английского языка, общаясь на нем в процессе обучения. По окончании программы выпускники смогут преподавать русский или английский язык с использованием digital-технологий, создавать свой образовательный продукт в области обучения иностранным языкам, продвигать его в социальных сетях и проводить экспертную оценку эффективности обучения в онлайн-среде. Подробнее о программе http://bit.ly/3Uckma7
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    12 Again. Matthew Licht Bobby Osgood woke up one October morning and he was twelve years old again... Read 12 mins
    12 Again. Matthew Licht

    Bobby Osgood woke up one October morning and he was twelve years old again. 'This is crazy,' he thought, upon finding himself back in his kid-size bed, in the little white house where he'd grown up. 'I'm 32. I live in New York. I work in a bank.' Ценность книги определяется не тем, сколько человек её прочтёт. У величайших книг мало читателей, потому что их чтение требует усилия. Но именно из-за этого усилия и рождается эстетический эффект. Литературный фаст-фуд никогда не подарит тебе ничего подобного. Подписывайся…

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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. Read 8 mins
    Detective Kidd and the Case of the Watercolour Artist. Neille Williams

    It was dinner time and tonight's offering was a sumptuous lasagne, baked for two hours in a moderate oven and loaded with gooey, melted cheese. 13-year-old Brax and his younger brother, 11- year-old Chuck, stared at the lasagne in exactly the way a Tyrannosaurus Rex might appraise a frolicking and tender lamb. Ценность книги определяется не тем, сколько человек её прочтёт. У величайших книг мало читателей, потому что их чтение требует усилия. Но именно из-за этого усилия и рождается эстетический эффект. Литературный…

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    Давно ли вам встречался канал, на котором гармонично сочетается любовь к искусству, познавательные анализы картин и правильный подход к восприятию детьми прекрасного? Поздравляем! Теперь вы его увидите) Скорее подписывайтесь! @helllomakarova На канале вы сможете найти: - Интересный анализ картин известных художников - Неизвестные и необычные факты о великих произведениях - Научитесь правильно и с пользой ходить с детишками в музеи - Познакомитесь с познавательными играми для детей и взрослых - Узнаете много новой и полезной информации в области живописи Если вы давно искали что-то подобное или просто стало интересно как же помочь детям и себе развить чувство прекрасного, а также отправится в мир искусства, то ждём вас прямо сейчас на бесплатном канале! Подписывайтесь, ставьте реакции, смело комментируйте и общайтесь с теми, кто близок вам по духу и интересам! — https://t.me/helllomakarova
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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
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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. Read 7 min
    Ray Bradbury. The Dragon

    Part 1 The night fell, the silence was on the moor. It was years since a bird had flown in the dark sky. Two men were sitting by their lonely fire in the wilderness, darkness pumped quietly in their veins and ticked silently in their temples and their wrists. Firelight gleamed on their wild faces. They listened to each other’s faint breathing. At last, one man poked the fire with his sword. «Don’t do that; you’ll give us away!» «No matter,» said the second man. «The dragon can smell us miles off, anyway. How…

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    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. Если вы готовы дать английскому ещё один шанс, мы поможем поверить в свои силы и довести дело до конца. Приходите на бесплатную консультацию в Яндекс Практикум: - Проведём устный тест на уровень языка, - Покажем, чего реально добиться за полгода изучения, - Расскажем, как наши курсы помогут достичь цели.