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Расскажите Дебре о стишке и о рассказе в моей теме, да и сами попробуйте переведите
Friends and parties too And when it came to painting That's all she wanted to do She painted everything she saw Birds, flowers, and the sky Some days she sat at her window And painted everything that passed her by But lately she'd been feeling woozy Her muscles ached a lot And her parents got kind of worried So they took her to the doc The doctor took a couple of tests To see if everything was okay Then the nurse came out with a look of sadness And this is what she had to say; "I'm sorry, but you've got leukemia," You've got about 3 months more." Then Brittney got up and ran out of the room And slammed the office door She ran down the street screaming And cried her eyes out dry And stayed up all night Wondering what it's like to die Her parents held her tightly And said, "We love you," "We'll make your last few months the greatest," "We'll do anything for you." So Brittney and her parents moved to Florida To live by the sea Because Brittney loved the ocean And when she died, that's where she wanted to be She spent her days painting And horseback riding in by the bay But one day she met this guy And his name was Jay They collected seashells together And talked about all kinds of things And then one day while walking He handed her a ring It said, "I love you," Which brought tears to Brittney's eyes And when he put it on her finger She began to cry He asked her what was wrong, and she then replied, "I've got leukemia, and about a month more" He said," No matter what, I love you And no matter what, you are the one I adore" So they spent everyday together And swam in the Atlantic all day But Brittney was getting weaker And it was hard for her stay awake So one day Brittney painted her picture And gave it to Jay She said, "I want you to remember me," "Even when I leave this place." But one day while they were walking And searching for seashells in the sand Brittney collapsed and started to lose her breath And said to Jay, "Please hold my hand." I love you more than anyone," You are my only true love," But now my time is up," And I'll watch over you from above," Then Brittney's body was lifeless As she lay in Jay's arms And he sat there all day And kept her safe from harm I hope this teaches you a lesson. To tell someone you love them whenever you can. Because maybe they'll be gone tomorrow. And you won't be there to hold their hand. Because love is everything to everybody. Without it, the world would be dead. So always tell someone you love them. A parent, boyfriend/girlfriend, or friend. Send this to everyone you know, it makes a big difference even though you don't think so... Everyone deserves an "I love you." Because there may be no one for that person to say it back to. If you don't, the same shall happen to you. You might not have the same disease, but you will be dying of early age. Send this to 6 people or more. If you get it back they love you too. If you don't send it, then you have NO heart. i love you all!!! |
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One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the
other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot." After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it." All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her purse and showed her frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times, " Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists." That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late... AND ONE WAY TO ACCOMPLISH THIS IS: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful. If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care. If you're "too busy" to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about. Remember, you reap what you sow, what you put into the lives of others comes back into your own. MAY YOUR DAY BE BLESSED AND AS SPECIAL AS YOU ARE Live every day like it's you last, and never look back. Just remember the people you meet and the lessons you learn along the way... |
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#31 |
Новенький
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: Санкт Петербург
Age: 37
Posts: 33
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И чего это вы решили что я не прочитала!
Прочитала я все, и ин.яз. я учу! Это же прикол был! А те кого я люблю....а может я еще никого не люблю....но те кого люблю поймут и без слов! ![]() |
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#33 |
Участник
Join Date: Nov 2003
Posts: 82
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Дмитрий, когда будут готовы фотки? Я Деборе обещала отправить диск с концертом еще месяц назад, а потом решила отправить вместе с диском немного фоток…И что? Концерт был 3 месяца назад, а фоток еще и нет. Я тя конечно не обвиняю, но… чё у тя за скорости... Надеюсь встретиться на выходных
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