Смотреть анимационный фильм "История игрушек" (Toy Story 1995) бесплатно на английском языке с английскими субтитрами.

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Her books to date include Happy End (1995), Vmesto menya (Instead of Me) ( 1995), and Loshadi s kryl'yami (Horses with Wings) (1996), and she has published ...

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«Watch Me Move» знакомит с главными именами мировой анимации — от ... 1995–2000; «Праздник урожая» Офуджи Нобуро, 1930), а также глубоко ...

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May 27, 2008 ... Is it just me or does Keith look a lot like Heath Ledger's Joker?. Read more ... It reminds me of drug fuelled house parties back in the 90's.....

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На заднем плане играет самая романтичная песня о любви – Dance Me to the ... Фильм Танцуй со мной, пока мы любим (1995): описание, содержание, ...

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Publicado el 10 feb. 2017. A struggling photographer makes an amazing discovery when a new tenant in his building starts to behave strangely.

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Director: Lipo Ching. Starring: Jennifer Burton, Kehli O'Byrne, Robert Medford.

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(Shoegaze / Dream Pop) Slowdive - Pygmalion (2016 Deluxe Edition) - 1995, MP3, 320 kbps ... Год издания: 1995 ... Watch Me (Film mix) 2.

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Romance. Director: Lipo Ching. Starring: Jennifer Burton, John V. Fisher, Lynn Wolf and others. A struggling photographer makes an amazing discovery when a new tenant in his building starts to behave strangely. Paul the landlord and photographer lives with his girlfriend Samantha.

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Наблюдай за мной (1995) Watch Me ... Painter ... Жизнь с Луи (сериал, 1995 – 1998) Life with Louie ... No Quarter (1995) ... постановщик; короткометражка ...

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... «Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me» (1995), «Miss Sarajevo» (1995). YouTube full-color icon (2017).svg Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me. «Hold Me , Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me» (рус. Обними меня, возбуди меня, поцелуй меня, убей ...

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Romance. Starring: Robert Medford, Kehli O'Byrne, Jennifer Burton. A struggling photographer makes an amazing discovery when a new tenant in his building starts to behave strangely. Paul the landlord and photographer lives with his girlfriend Samantha.

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Romance. Starring: Robert Medford, Kehli O'Byrne, Jennifer Burton.

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well, just when we get into a good game, mum comes down and says that we have to put all the furniture back and get dressed. i always have the last say in what i'm going to wear, which is always jeans and a tee-shirt. i'm just not relaxed if i'm wearing smart trousers. i like a loose jacket and a hat; my old cowboy hat is a bit misshapen but i do not mind that, it seems to put me in the right mood for the day. it's time to take daniel to school. i really enjoy this trip at the moment because i've got a super little bike which i ride there and back. well, i don't exactly ride it because both pedals have fallen off and the chain has snapped, so now it's more like a hobby-bike. i use my feet for brakes and propulsion.4 it works very well and my balance is now so good that i can ride my brother's big bike if someone helps me to get on and off. when we get to daniel's school i have a race around the playground and annoy a few of dan's friends before the whistle goes, and then, as the trip home is up-hill and rather boring, mum usually has to give me a push. i generally play then, or visit a friend down the lane whose brother has some super toys, which compensates for the fact that she's a girl.5 lunch can vary from day to day because i'm quite fussy about my food. i find it hard to sit still long enough to eat a whole dinner, so sometimes mum reads a book to me which makes it much more enjoyable, and if the story is very good, i've even been known to eat things that i didn't think i liked. i suppose that the way i spend my day must seem fairly routine to some people, but i like to use it to the full no matter what i'm doing. i do everything with enthusiasm — whether constructing a rocket with bricks or practising gymnastics on the bed or just sliding down the banisters, and i've noticed that people who are older than me don't seem to have half as much fun, so i say that i'm going to enjoy myself for as long as possible. the afternoons are unpredictable. on a fine day i may go swimming or visit a park or the shops. personally, i think the shops are best, especially the ones with toys in. my mother just doesn't seem to understand that i need them all, anyway i have a good try with as many as i can before getting into trouble with the assistant. then i move on to the sweets, which i generally get one of. friends' houses can be a good source of entertainment, although if they haven't got any children it can be a bit frustrating not being allowed to touch anything. luckily most of mother's friends have got children. the best treat of all, though, is visiting nanny.6 she's got much more time to spend on you than parents have and i do all sorts of things there. i have made some very tasty cakes in nanny's kitchen and she doesn't mind how much mess goes on the floor.7 i also enjoy gardening with her. she is extremely patient with my pruning efforts.8 so my afternoons vary until we collect my brother from school at 3.30. he's not so much fun in the afternoons, but i do a bit of insect searching on the way home and collect any interesting sticks and stones that i think i could use in our small garden. my bedtime is fixed at 7.30 and to be honest i'm just about ready for it by then. after doing my duty — by eating some tea — i play for a while or watch television. i'm not a tv addict but cartoons i do enjoy9 and my favourite programme is tarzan. when this is on i strip
the way back home i had recently returned from the front and started teaching in the junior secondary school. i had to ride five kilometres to and from my own village. most days as i rode to school i would see a man working on the road leading to our village. nobody had given him the job and he was not being paid for it. it was all his own idea. he was over sixty and quite grey, as though the moon had bathed his head with silver and it had remained that way. it made his face look even darker. his eyes always had a sparkle under their thick brows, as though he was not sixty. he was always dressed the same: a grey waistcoat, shirt, an old working jacket. he had cloth-topped boots, much worn, and on his head a cap. he was called usenkul. i had known him before the war in boyhood days. i was in the same school for four years with his sons ernazar and kulnazar. usenkul was janitor and night watchman. i remember how we boys used to envy his sons, they lived right by the school while we had to walk five kilometres. they were nice lads, ernazar and kulnazar; both of them resembled their father. the old man still lived by the school, watched over it at night, and at dawn when dew was falling, swept the yard thoroughly and watered the flowers. but in the mornings as i rode to school i would meet usenkul on his donkey, going to mend the road to the district town. «assalam aleikum, aksakal,» i would greet the old man loudly. «aleikum assalam, » he answered. returning from school one day i met usenkul as usual, working. he wore his usual clothes, except that he had taken off his boots and was walking barefoot, evidently to save them, and his cap lay on the grass by the roadside. the sun was not hot and he had taken it off. it was a fine spring day. usenkul-ata raised his head when he saw me. «peace to you, aksakal,» i greeted him. he said softly, «aleikum assalam, my son.» with a gesture he indicated that he wanted to talk to me. this was unusual. in the ordinary way i would greet him first as the elder, and he would reply with a «good day» without pausing in his work, and that would be the end of it. he smiled, looking at me closely. «i do it so that your horse won’t stumble and throw you, lad, and so that those who walk wouldn’t stumble.» «are you in a hurry
реферирование ангfinding a partner has always been a complicated process. it is a ritual which has evolved over the centuries; from a man taking food to a prospective partner in the stone age to young couples having tea together in victorian times (under the watchful eye of an unmarried aunt) to dancing in a club to deafening music in the twenty-first century. but now busy men and women who don’t have the time for a slow, gentle courtship have a quicker way to find a partner: speed dating, where single people have exactly three minutes to decide if the person they are talking to could be mr or ms right . the idea, which started in the usa, involves bringing together people for an evening of frenzied, ‘quick-fire’ dating . this is how it works. small tables are placed in a line and the women sit down at the one which has been given to them. they stay at their table all evening. the men take it in turns to sit next to each woman and have a very quick conversation. after three minutes a bell rings and, even if you are in mid-sentence, it is time for the man to move to the next table. if you like the person you have just spoken to, you put a tick in the ‘yes’ box on a scorecard . if the other person chooses you as well, this is called a ‘match’, and the organisers will send you the other person’s email address a couple of days later and they will be sent yours too. ‘three minutes is enough time to talk to someone,’ says adele testani, who runs a speed dating company, ‘because you can get an idea of what a person is like in that time and you can eliminate them if you see immediately that they’re not your type .’ britain’s largest ever speed dating evening took place this week at the hydro bar in london, so i decided to go along and see what it was all about. i pretended to be a single 24-year-old lawyer… when i arrived at the hydro bar, the women, who were wearing fashionable dresses and smart suits, were giggling nervously as they put on badges with a number on them. ‘maybe my jeans are a bad idea,’ i thought. i chatted to other people while we waited. people i spoke to said they had doubled the number of dates they had in a year with just one night of speed dating. the men included a chef, a banker, a photographer, an engineer, a management consultant, and a novelist. they were just pleased they could stop having to try to chat up strangers in bars: ‘it’s so hard to meet girls in london. with speed dating you meet 20 or 30 single girls in one night,’ said one man. ‘you can’t talk to girls at salsa classes,’ said another. matt, 28, said, ‘after doing this once i got several dates. there’s a good atmosphere; it’s safe and it’s really good. it’s like being at a party with lots of single women.’ then it started. i made eye contact with the girl next to me so we could compare our opinions of the men; we raised our eyebrows for a possibility, exchanged a smile if the man was good-looking, and made a grimace if he made three minutes feel like three hours. i thought it was boring just to ask questions like ‘what do you do
mrs sappleton is upstairs - she'll be with us in a minute, mr nuttel,' said the girl. 'so you' have to put up with me for a while.' she giggled framton nuttel tried hard to think of saxuxukn something polite to say to her. he had come to the village to relax after a long illness. his sister had lived theke a few years before and she had given him a list of 'nice' people he should meet. but he was beginning to feel fed up with visiting strangers. 'do you know many people in the village
реферирование английского текста mrs sappleton is upstairs she'll be with us in a minute, mr nuttel, 'said the girl. so you'll have to put up with me for a while. ' she giggled. framton nuttel tried hard to think of something polite to say to her. he had come to the village to relax after a long illness. his sister had lived there a few years before and she had given him a list of'nice 'people he should meet. but he was beginning to feel fed up with visiting strangers. do you know many people in the village
i’ve been living on the streets ever since i was sixteen years old, when i ran away from my foster home. my parents died when i was very young so i went into foster care. it wasn’t so bad but i wanted to make it on my own. i stayed on friends’ couches at first, but eventually their parents grew tired of having me around. so, i caught a train to london, thinking that it would be easier to survive in the big city. how wrong could i be! i tried to find a job but no one would take me on without a fixed address. i slept in a cheap в & в for a few nights, but then my money ran out and i spent my first night in a sleeping bag on a park bench. i’ll never forget how alone i felt that night. i lay awake, terrified and shivering with cold
‘when i was young, music wasn’t very important in our house. then, when i was four, i started playing the violin. in my first lesson, i was so happy, i couldn’t stop crying. my dad, gio, was always busy. he was very hard-working. his parents were poor, so he wanted to give me and my sister everything. i like hard work too, and i know what i want – if someone says to me “you can’t do that”, i think “oh yes i can!” that’s very like my dad.

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