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Olg@

I've always liked reading. And the opening of the books world was in childhood. All had begun with Tom Sawyer.(In Russian as well as most of books!) I had fallen in love with Tom at first , and then with Mark Twain. Then all Dumas, Edgar Poe, Konan Dojl were... etc, etc,etc... Oh I was so amorous in my youth! And I am not better now! But now I... more »
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  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    Hi Olga, sadly, no published book, sigh! You will just have to read them online when I send you some, whyen I have time. It is November weather here, grey, gloomy and some rain this afternoon. We light up indoor between 3.30 p.m. and 4 p.m. I am going for my yearly flu shot on Friday this week but not the swine flu, no one said anything about that one at all. Have no idea how flu is going around at the moment but older people and babies are more susceptible, I count myself in the former catagory simply because I am also diabetis so we get the for free, well I would anyway as I am a senior.
    Still knitting on my third scarf now. Need to make a shooulder warmer next, that will be crocheted in squares and sewn together as dimonds. I feel cold around my back and shoulders so must have extra to warm me there.
    Yours Evelyn

    posted 2 weeks ago. ( send a note )
  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    tories and poems, not many, have not had much time to re-type in,. I did compose a new one though




    Seasons


    The gusting wind now grows chill
    beyond my painted windowsill
    and the summer meadows, gay,
    are now the yellow shade of hay,
    and the coloured leaves of Fall
    were green then once, I do recall.

    Icy winter fingers wait
    stealing heat from fire grate.
    Shadows lengthen, snowflakes rain
    down upon the windowpane.
    I bundle up to keep me warm
    and keep my body from all harm.

    Then memories of summer, fair
    are streamed within the firelight’s glare.
    Another year will have gone by
    before I see a pale blue sky
    And so the seasons come and pass
    remembering the green, green grass
    where you and I first learned of love
    espied on high by hawk and dove.

    Like the summer, you are gone
    and I am left here all alone.

    © Copyright Evelyn Steward November 2009

    Evelyn S

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  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    Hi Olga, been busy knottong and feeling cold. Saturday was really sunny but yesterday and today are overcast at this present time. November and i don't like it. I hate the cold, the cold hates me. How are you?
    Evelyn S

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  • kilgatron

    kilgatron says

    Hello. I'm fine and hope you are. My students are 15, mostly. I'm having them read Schlosser's investigative book Fast Food Nation, which I teach each year. Good reading.

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  • Ross Arlen T

    Ross Arlen T says

    "I am a threatening noise from the sea" is a part of a poetic translation of an ancient Druid chant called "Amergin's Song." Lines from the chant are prescribed to each of the Druidic astrological periods, identified by a certain tree. I was born in the "Reed" period, and this quote is the one associated with my zodiac sign. I think that identify so strongly with it because I am assertive but calm most of the time, but people can somehow tell that there is more passion behind the words than they care to realize, as the sea, serene and slow on a lazy day, still warns shorebirds with its roar that here, reality is felt.
    But really, I'm just a nice guy. :)

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  • MutlaQ Bader

    MutlaQ Bader says

    hi olga its from ( Abbas el-Akkad ) Egyptian writer

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  • barnamala

    barnamala says

    in bengali

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  • barnamala

    barnamala says

    barnamala means alphabet

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  • coffe cappuccino

    coffe cappuccino says

    thank you very much for your review i will do by it .

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  • Larry K

    Larry K says

    Olga,

    You said, "God doesn't lie but people do." I say a great big AMEN to that. What I think and you think can change. How I feel and you feel can change. When God, Who cannot lie, speaks - it is absolute truth and will NEVER change. His word is trustworthy. We must base our spiritual convictions on God's word, not on mans thoughts and feelings. I am glad we agree on this point. AMEN and Praise God!

    posted 3 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Larry K

    Larry K says

    Hi Olga, It really does not matter what I think or you think or what anyone else in the world thinks when it comes to the way of salvation. What matters is what does God SAY about it. He has said very clearly that salvation is in Christ ALONE. Romans 6:23, 1Jn. 5:12, and Acts 4:12. Jesus said He is THE way. The use of the definite article in this sentance is very important. He is not A way. He is THE way. Jn. 14:6. We can agree with it or we can disagree with it but it still does not matter what we say or think about it. The only thing that matters is what does God, who cannot lie, say about it. You can believe Him. He can be trusted and people will not be laughing about it when they go to an eternity apart from God's grace in Christ.

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  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    Hi Olga, yes those emails did get to me but not the earlier one you mentioned. My birthday was 29th August, 1938
    Be good, Evelyn S

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  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    Hi Olga, are you on vacation right now?
    Ev elyn S

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  • Larry K

    Larry K says

    Hello Olga, It is good to hear from you again. Yes, it is true that there is only ONE way of salvation. It is by grace through faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. Faith comes only by hearing the word of God. (Rom. 10:17) That is God's plan for all those He has purposed to save from before the foundation of the world. (Jn 17:24, Eph. 1:4) The one man in the Bible that is given to us for a "pattern" concerning these things about being saved by the grace of God is - The Apostle Paul.
    1 Tim 1:15-16
    15 This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners; of whom I am chief.
    16 Howbeit for this cause I obtained mercy, that in me first Jesus Christ might shew forth all longsuffering, for a pattern to them which should hereafter believe on him to life everlasting. (KJV)

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  • Olga A

    Olga A says

    Я живу в Риге. Давайте на ты?

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  • Nate J

    Nate J says

    I've been so busy with Monkey Puzzle Press projects, it's ridiculous. Ten, twelve-hour days. Pull a few eighteen-hour days now and again. What I want is a week of doing absolutely nothing but sitting in a hammock somewhere high in the Rocky Mountains reading and musing over pine needles and clouds. Which brings me to Walden. Walden...what does Thoreau not cover in that book? He covers nature, society, culture, spirituality, human relations, philosophy...all spun into a personal narrative that will no doubt keep your eyes glued to each line. Walden is an American classic - but I think it speaks to the human condition regardless of borders (in any form or definition).

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  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    No, no, I just made it all up. There are a couple of commedic actors over here who had this catch phrase Suits you Sir and it was used in a commerical on t.v. and I suppose I pinched that phrase but made it totally different and I suppose you could say it a bit like ther has Christian Anderson story of The Emperors's New |CLothes but I just neede something for a group one week and that was it.
    Evelyn S

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  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    Hi Olga just transcribed this story, Phew.
    SUITS YOU 1.


    Issica, Issy to his wife and a few close friends, dropped his end of the bolt of cloth onto the rickety trestle table. His slaves had already lowered their end and had scooted out of Issy’s way up to the far end of the workshop. Issy was hopping mad. His order had arrived short of two bolts and this was a special order for the Emperor himself.
    He had been commissioned for a Senate toga, the usual white with purple border and gold thread embroidery denoting battles the Emperor had won, his affiliations and so on. Oak leaves too, he had suggested those and the Emperor agreed. This order was fine, the work was all but completed and would be presented the next day.
    No, it was the ‘special’ toga that was the problem. A Great Circus was planned and Julius Gaiyas Janus , like so many other Romans, wanted to look his best for the opening performance.
    When Issica was commanded to appear before the great man with swatches, he was at his wits end to secure portions of the most expensive the most elaborate , best decorated cloth he knew was available. If nothing else, Issy always made sure that should an order be placed with him, he could glean enough of a particular cloth to make up the required item. Bolts of cloth took months to produce, some even years and he would not fall short. He used only the best producers where possible.
    Emperor Janus had taken the swatches and sent Issy away. It was the following day as the sun was sinking into the distant crimson sky that Issy was once again summoned to the Emperor’s apartments.
    “This one,” indicated Janus. “Don’t spare the cloth.”
    “This one is perfect for you Sir. Suits you in every way. The colour, the weight. Feel the quality. Remarkable! It is the cloth I would have chosen for you myself.” Issica was being ushered away from the Emperor who had turned to the servant bringing him wine. He waved his hand at Issy signifying that the meeting was over.
    Janus called out after Issy. “I have no doubt of the quality. You have five days to have the garment ready. Five days. I trust there will be no problems?”
    “No! No Sir. No problems at all my Emperor. It will be ready for you in good time.”
    Outside the royal abode Issy congratulated himself. A double order! His workshop would be made. He could expand. More Senators would come to him for togas. He could bring in new artists, buy less surly slaves. Enlarge his current place of business. No! Move to new premises. That was it. A new larger workshop, better seats for his customers to lounge on whilst they decided what materials they would choose. He rubbed his hands with glee as he hurried along the cobbled road.
    That was yesterday!
    “But Issy…..! That piece should not have been with the swatches I lent you. It was an experimental design from the East, far away in the East. I was sent it just the other day and that piece is all I have.” Zonas shrugged his shoulders, his hands uplifted as if appealing to the Gods. “I have placed an order for you but five days!? No way. Even five months would not be enough time.”
    “You let me down,” Issy was almost screaming now. “What am I to do? You know what Zonas, I am going to be part of the Circus and you, as my cloth supplier, will be joining me except that we won’t sit in a fine seat, we will be on the arena floor.”
    “No worries Issica,” said Zonas conspiratorially. “I have a plan.”

    On the day he was supposed to deliver the special toga, Issy insisted Zonas accompany him to the royal residence. Issy walked behind the cloth supplier as they entered Emperor Janus’s apartments.
    First Issy delivered the Senate robe. It was beautifully made, he had put his best workers on it to make sure it was ready.
    “Fine, fine,” said Janus offhandedly. Then he pinned Issica with his steely hard eye, “Now, what about my special robe?”
    Issy pushed Zonas forward.
    “My Emperor,” Zonas started, furtively sneaking a glance at Issy who was looking up at the ceiling, his hands clasped together in prayer, his lips moving in silent worship to the Gods. “The cloth you chose Sir was a fine cloth and I would have supplied this brilliant tailor with many bolts but, had you not noticed that the cloth was flawed?”
    “Flawed,” roared Janus.
    “Yes my Emperor, flawed. It was a special material only used on rare occasions at feasts and the like. Now I know it should not have been included in the swatches delivered for your approval and choice but the tailor had no knowledge and neither did I until last night.”
    “You had better come up with a good excuse or you will be first in the Arena.” The Emperor’s eyes were now black as a chicken’s entrails. Janus leaned menacingly towards Zonas. Issy took three steps back right into the waiting hands of two burly Pretorian guards.
    “As I said, Emperor Janus, this was feasting material. A runner arrived late last evening to give me the news before anything happened.”
    “You are trying my patience little man,” roared Janus.
    “Please Sir, hear me out.” Zonas hurried on. “You see it was designed to melt in the sunshine. Gets rid of a lot of inhibitions apparently. I told you it came from the East. Had you worn a garment made of such cloth and opened the Circus in it, you would have been a laughing stock. So I gave the tailor your second choice and here it is fully made up and all ready to be tried on.”
    Janus’s black mood lifted as he donned the new toga. It wasn’t as exotic as the cloth he had originally chosen but it was well made and fitted perfectly.
    “How does it feel Sir?” Issy spoke up for the first time, quaking a little.
    “Fine. Fine. I like it. I like them both. You have done well tailor.” Janus mentally shuddered thinking what it would have done to his reputation if he had worn a garment that melted in the sun leaving him bare for all to see. A laughing stock.
    He could have had Issy and Zonas punished, but they were not to know about how the cloth would have reacted in sunlight and he was in a good mood, ready for the Games to begin.
    Zonas turned an winked at Issy.
    Both men drew back a little, looked quizzically at the Emperor in his new toga and in unison said, “Suits you, Sir.”

    © Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. April, 2002.

    Evelyn S

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  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    I have always done this Olga from way back when there WERE no COMPUTERS. A typewriter only made one copy so you kept that. It will take me a long time to type in all I have now, let alone any more I can locate.
    Evelyn

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