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  <title>somewhere in time...</title>
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    <title>on the day the wall came down...</title>
    <published>2009-11-08T23:09:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-08T23:10:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="13" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;On the day the wall came down&lt;br /&gt;They threw the locks onto the ground&lt;br /&gt;And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day the wall came down&lt;br /&gt;The Ship of Fools had finally run aground&lt;br /&gt;Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed you had left my side&lt;br /&gt;No warmth, not even pride remained&lt;br /&gt;And even though you needed me&lt;br /&gt;It was clear that I could not do a thing for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now life devalues day by day&lt;br /&gt;As friends and neighbours turn away&lt;br /&gt;And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now frontiers shift like desert sands&lt;br /&gt;While nations wash their bloodied hands&lt;br /&gt;Of loyalty, of history, in shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke to the sound of drums&lt;br /&gt;The music played, the morning sun streamed in&lt;br /&gt;I turned and I looked at you&lt;br /&gt;And all but the bitter residue slipped away...slipped away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>btw</title>
    <published>2009-10-31T16:01:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-31T16:01:51Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Best reading for Halloween is the collection of short stories The October Country written by Ray Bradbury (the one called &lt;a href="http://www.scaryforkids.com/halloween-stories-october-game/"&gt;October Game&lt;/a&gt; is my personal favourite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5f/October_country_first.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aprilwitcz:48510</id>
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    <title>Muse at O2 World Berlin</title>
    <published>2009-10-30T20:37:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-01T09:30:35Z</updated>
    <category term="berlin"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://muse.mu/upload/image/photos/703x0/5eb96a12-0cec-4b31-9b40-f8c05db9c7b8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://muse.mu/upload/image/photos/703x0/68108c0e-053d-4284-b59f-a07fb5dac3fb.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Мая трэцяя па ліку паездка ў Берлін была запланаваная яшчэ ў чэрвені, калі я набыла квіток на канцэрт, якія, дарэчы, разыйшліся вельмі хутка. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;На жаль тады я не не ведала, што прыйдзецца зманеўраваць так, каб і Muse пабачыць, і заняткі не прапусціць. А апошняе стала занадта важным у гэтым семестры, і маю падазрэнне, што кафедра найноўшай гісторыі зробіць маё жыццё яшчэ больш занятым. З-за гэтага сёння давялося падняцца а палове на пятую, прагуляцца па пустых і засыпаных залатым лісцем вуліцах Берліна пад зорным небам і злавіць першы цягнік у паўднёвым напрамку. &lt;br /&gt;Але яно таго каштавала. Я нават не разлічвала на тое, што змагу са сваім Stehticket заняць добрае месца, але, паколькі&amp;nbsp; не паспявала пабачыць нічога больш цікавага ў горадзе, то адразу з хостэлу паехала на Ostbahnhof, каля якога і знаходзіцца&amp;nbsp; O2 World. Гадзінка ў чарзе на вуліцы - і месца ў першым радзе перад сцэнай маё! Прыемна парадавалі адэкватныя і непрыкметныя ахоўнікі, якія ў адрозненне ад беларускіх, не заміналі людзям атрымліваць асалоду ад мерапрыемства. Цісканіны таксама не было, хаця перад пачаткам народу назбіралася шмат, было пару пустых радоў толькі на самых дальніх сектарах на трэцім узроўні. Піва і кілбасу прадавачкі&amp;nbsp; прыносілі нават пад сцэну.&amp;nbsp; За паўгадзінкі да пачатку вылезлі нейкія зомбі пад назвай The Horrors, праспявалі нешта няўцямнае і, нарэшце, праз 40 хвілін святло канчаткова пагасла і загучала Uprising. Яе і наступную Resistance&amp;nbsp; гралі ў металічных клетках пасярэдзіне шахтападобных інсталяцый, як на фота. Потым дзеянне стала бліжэй да публікі, прагучала большая палова песень з новага альбому, з кустоў выцягнулі раяль, у зал запускалі гіганцкія шарыкі і сляпілі лазэрамі. Жывое гучанне, як заўсёды&amp;nbsp; больш цяжкае, што мне вельмі спадабалася. Класна выканалі Guiding Light, Plug In Baby, Time Is Running Out, Supermassive Black Hole, Starlight. Шкада, не было Butterflies and Hurricanes. А пасля Knights of Cydonia нечакана ўся магія&amp;nbsp; скончылася.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third trip to Berlin in this year was planned in June, when i got my Muse ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good ones were sold out in a matter of days. Unfortunately i didn't have a slightest idea, how much this concert would interfere with my uni schedule. I had to pull off an unbelievable trick of seeing one of the best british bands live and getting&amp;nbsp; to the research seminar in my city about 200 km away from Berlin on time next morning. It is really that important&amp;nbsp; and i suspect the department of newer and newest history will be keeping me pretty busy throughout this year. I managed to get up at 4.30 after the show, walk through empty streets of Berlin, all covered with golden legacy of the autumn under the starry skies and catch the first ICE train in the southern direction. Huge thanks to red bull drink and coffee which kept me awake. &lt;br /&gt;However, it all was worth it. I couldn;t imagine that i'll be getting any good place with my standing ticket, but since it was already afternoon when i arrived in the city i decided to give it a try and went straight to the Ostbahnhof, where the O2 World&amp;nbsp; is located. My experience helped me to get into the first row after waiting outside for an hour or so. Security was not irritating and didn't spoil all the fun, as sometimes happens. The huge hall was almost full, except for some distant seating places in the third level. Beer and Wurst were sold everywhere. The warm up act were The Horrors, which is logical when seeing them and listening to the kind of music they performed. Another 40 minutes of watching their techs cleaning the stage and the lights went out finally. For the first two songs - Uprising and Resistance - the guys stayed in the metal cages liften above the stage in the shaft-like columns. Then it got to the normal way, while there was a great show projected on these columns. Concerts have their specific&amp;nbsp; atmosphere and totally different sound - this is what i value at such events alot. Muse managed to create this special mood, although they didn't communicate with the public that much as other bands usually do. i really liked Guiding Light, Plug In Baby, Time Is Running Out, Supermassive Black Hole, Starlight. It's a pity that they didn't play Butterflies and Hurricanes. Knights of Cydonia was the last song for that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>aprilwitcz @ 2009-10-26T21:45:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T20:58:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-27T23:42:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Настоящий кот ест пиццу. И гусиные потроха. И вообще все, что  остается&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;на столе. Настоящий кот услышит, как хозяин открывает холодильник,  даже  из&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;другого конца дома.&lt;/font&gt;

&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;...кошки от  рождения  питают неприязнь к людям в белых халатах; стоит им почуять, что их ожидает  встреча с ветеринаром, - и они, разодрав самый плотный картон, вылетят из коробки не хуже межконтинентальной  баллистической  ракеты.  Обычно  это  происходит  в машине на оживленном шоссе или уже в клинике, в  переполненной  комнате  для посетителей.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Сенбернары обладают  неплохим  для своего возраста аппетитом&amp;quot;. Я так понимаю: речь идет  о  том,  как  лохматые амбалы с бульдозерным рылом** гоняют по кухне  миску  величиной  с  раковину умывальника.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Семейство  называется:  шестьсот  фунтов  мышц,  способных скрутить антилопу-гну в бараний рог, - и десять фунтов мурлыканья. Только  и всего. Хоть бы какое завалящее переходное  звено.  Правда,  есть  еще  дикая кошка, но она не слишком отличается от обычной домашней, когда та не в духе, оттого что  ее  зашибли  кирпичом  по  маковке.  Да,  надо  признать:  кошки появились буквально из ниоткуда.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;Не было - не было, и вдруг -  бац:  древние египтяне воздают им божеские почести, после смерти делают  из  них  мумии  и сооружают для них гробницы. Ведь ни один уважающий себя фараон  не  стал  бы рыть могилу любимой кошечке в саду за сараем.  Что  же  тогда  будут  делать двадцать тысяч строителей и целая толпа с бревнами  для  перевозки  каменных глыб? Стоять вокруг и глазеть, как фараон копается в песочке?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="Arial, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span lang="be-BY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...с&lt;/span&gt;амое   главное   правило   при   выборе    кошачьей   клички заключается   в   следующем:  у  кошки  должно  быть  такое  имя,  чтобы  не стыдно   было  выкрикивать   его  в первом часу ночи охрипшим, встревоженным голосом, колотя ложкой  по  жестяной  миске.  И желательно покороче.  Куда там! Настоящим котам сплошь и рядом дают длиннющие прозвища  вроде Анубрысьнемедленномерзавецэтакий,   МамаподкроваткойктотоСтрашныйпрестрашный или  Самвиноватнечегобылотутторчать. &lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Коты ведь охотятся не ради пропитания, а из  любви  к  хозяину.  От  их любящего глаза не ускользнуло, что,  обставляя  свое  жилище,  вы  отчего-то упустили из вида кое-какие мелочи, придающие ему уют. И заботливые  животные по  мере  сил  исправляют  ваше  упущение.  Они  любят  дополнить   интерьер безголовой тушкой землеройки. А как украсят обстановку кишочки какого-нибудь грызуна! Для пущего эффекта это добро лучше сперва спрятать от глаз хозяина: полежав в укромном  месте  несколько  дней,  оно  приобретет  ни  с  чем  не сравнимое своеобразие. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kotiki.ru/stories/tpratchett/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Терри Пратчетт. Кот без дураков Terry Pratchett &amp;quot;The unadulterated cat.&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>la décision!</title>
    <published>2009-10-21T18:46:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-21T18:46:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Angelo Badalamenti  - Dance of the Dream Man</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img height="723" width="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2186/2539275892_7d96e22f1b_b.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ці вытрымаю я&amp;nbsp; трэці семестр гэтай загадкавай мовы..... :)&lt;br /&gt;another attempt to master this misterious language in this semester... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Home</title>
    <published>2009-10-07T20:02:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-07T20:02:48Z</updated>
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    <title>доктар Хаус</title>
    <published>2009-09-29T09:11:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-29T09:11:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">уцягнута &lt;a href="http://savil-mik.livejournal.com/34616.html"&gt;savil-mik.livejournal.com/34616.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/3400/house08ob3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Рокеры з пачуццём гумару</title>
    <published>2009-09-21T15:27:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-21T15:31:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Брытанцаў Muse запрасілі на нейкае італьянскае шоў, дзе адной з умоў было выкананне &amp;quot;пад фанеру&amp;quot;. Яны вырашылі папрыкалвацца і памяняліся ролямі - Мэт сеў за ўдарныя, Дамінік узяў у рукі бас, а басісіт адпаведна -&amp;nbsp; гітару. Ні вядучая, ні прысутныя не заўважылі падмены. Акрамя гэтага, новаспечаны вакаліст у інтэрвію не толькі расхвальваў новы альбом, але і між іншым ўспамінаў &amp;quot;нашага драммера Мэта&amp;quot; :)&lt;br /&gt;Не магу дачакацца іх канцэрту ў кастрычніку!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse were invited to &lt;span&gt;an italian tv show where &lt;/span&gt;had to&lt;span&gt; perform in playback. The true rockers decided to make fun of it and switched places - Matt became a drummer, Dominic sang and played bass, and Chris played guitar and keyboard. Neither the presenter nor the audience noticed the difference. The comedy continued in the interview, where the Dominic kept mentioning &amp;quot;our drummer Matt&amp;quot; :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to see them live in october!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="11" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aprilwitcz:46544</id>
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    <title>Erfurt - Mariendom and St. Severikirche</title>
    <published>2009-09-18T17:43:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-18T17:57:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Muse - Resistance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">View on Mariendom and St. Severikirche&amp;nbsp; from Petersberg citadel. Protestant churches were used as the source of stones for construction, and the remaining lonely towers still can be seen around the old town. The city didn't suffer any serious damage during the last war and retained most of its medieval charme. At twilight you might&amp;nbsp; listen to melancholic music by the river bank or meet a weirdly looking monk, who at first sight would appear like a ghost from another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Два саборы над старадаўняй плошчай - такім бачылі Эрфурт жаўнеры з цытадэлі Пэтэрсбэрг, якую&amp;nbsp; будавалі па загадзе арцыбіскупа Майнца з разабраных на цагліны пратэстанцкіх храмаў. Ад некаторых пазаставаліся адно вежы-званніцы. Горад не пацярпеў у вайну,&amp;nbsp; таму часам тут адчуваецца атмасфера даўніны, калі ў прыцемках на вузкіх вулачках можна сустрэць манахаў ды паслухаць старую музыку на мосце. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="600" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/12/74/96/6017496.5d319aa6.1024.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="600" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/12/79/65/6017965.3a4b4491.1024.jpg" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>wild furniture</title>
    <published>2009-09-10T11:45:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-10T11:45:19Z</updated>
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    <title>aprilwitcz @ 2009-09-09T21:58:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-09T20:15:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-09T20:15:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Сёння давялося рабіць дыстанцыйны моўны лікбез для родных. Увесь час пішу ім смс-кі польскім манерам, а яны аказваецца, спалучэнні літараў блытаюць. Гэта да мяне дайшло, калі сёння узнікла праблема перакладу слова szacunek&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - даслалі здымак, толькі тады стала зразумела ў чым справа. &lt;br /&gt;I had to share my polish language knowledge with my folks tonight. They had difficulties understanding the dedication on the monument due to poor reading skills... and i've been writing them all my sms using the polish transliteration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="533" width="400" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/239218103_bd4db0614d_o.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Тушите свет!</title>
    <published>2009-09-01T19:43:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-01T20:25:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Расейская гісторыя ў версіі Хруна і Сцяпана&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://video.mail.ru/mail/v_korotkoff1/OR?page=1"&gt;ТУТ&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;(Падаецца, гэтыя геніяльныя мульцікі забароненыя)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/9282/otkrytierossiipilottvdvwj2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>aprilwitcz @ 2009-08-30T21:06:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-30T19:09:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-30T19:09:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Twilight OST</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img height="375" width="500" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/12/91/92/5829192.e828f9b6.1024.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>23rd August - Europe-wide Remembrance Day for the victims of all totalitarian  regimes</title>
    <published>2009-08-23T09:44:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-23T09:46:53Z</updated>
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    <title>Вуліца і мост/ A street and a bridge</title>
    <published>2009-08-22T21:09:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-22T21:11:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img height="338" align="left" width="450" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/12/80/32/5748032.21a8d10c.1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="338" align="right" width="450" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/12/80/36/5748036.104ed8f6.1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>aprilwitcz @ 2009-08-22T17:43:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-22T15:46:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-22T15:46:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii114/aprilwitcz/501022.jpg?t=1250955967" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>View on the Rhine river from the Kölner Dom</title>
    <published>2009-08-11T12:34:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-11T12:35:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova - Once</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img height="563" width="750" src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii114/aprilwitcz/viewontherhine.jpg?t=1249993862" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>aprilwitcz @ 2009-08-09T14:13:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-09T12:29:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-09T12:31:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Killers - Smile Like You Mean It</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Кёльн - горад для лянівых турыстаў. А як яшчэ растлумачыць, што галоўны вакзал геніяльна ўціснулі паміж Рэйнам і самым галоўным сімвалам гораду. Падумаеш, што амаль усе цягнікі завісаюць у чарзе на мосце, і нават у будні дзень цісканіна - затое праз 20 крокаў той самы Кёльнскі сабор:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of Cologne was greatly influenced by the main train station which wasn't built оn an open field like somewhere else, but is squeezed on the tiny strip of land between the Rhine and the famous cathedral. Lazy tourists must love this. Who cares that all trains literally have to hang over the water in the queue for the free track and the station is always full of people - but only 20 steps outside and you find yourself in front of the K&amp;ouml;lner Dom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="400" src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii114/aprilwitcz/P8070620.jpg?t=1249820106" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>new single is out - a bit in a  Doctor Who mood</title>
    <published>2009-08-06T20:07:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-06T20:10:38Z</updated>
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    <title>Jena - Botanischer Garten</title>
    <published>2009-07-16T18:08:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-17T12:58:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Yann Tiersen - J'y suis jamais allé</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Батанічны сад у Ене - найстарэйшы ў Нямеччыне (другі пасля Ляйпцыгу), існуе з 1586 году пры універсітэце і па-ранейшаму выкарыстоўваецца пераважна ў акадэмічных мэтах.&amp;nbsp; Студэнтаў туды пускаюць бясплатна, і летам нашмат прыемней сядзець з кнігай там, чым у хай-тэк корпусе бібліятэкі. &lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/doc/lizaveta/album/137867"&gt;Пасля доўгага перапынку пачала паціху прыстрэльвацца фоцікам.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jena harbours the second oldest botanical garden in Germany (after Leipzig). Established 1586 for the academic needs of the university it is still used for research purposes primarily. Luckily, Jena students are not charged any fee and more than welcome to explore it. During the summer it feels alot better to sit there with a book rather than in the library&amp;nbsp; just across the road. &lt;a href="http://www.ipernity.com/doc/lizaveta/album/137867"&gt;Finally i went there with my camera.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" width="500" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/11/15/24/5401524.a9bd0814.560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="667" width="500" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/11/13/16/5401316.c19e4004.560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still waters run deep:&lt;br /&gt;У ціхім омуце...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="413" width="550" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/11/16/76/5401676.5cfe4354.560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="338" width="450" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/11/13/25/5401325.d15c6a09.560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Яшчэ дамашнія расліны аказваецца страшна ядавітыя&lt;br /&gt;Usual potted plants turned out to be horribly poisonous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="667" width="500" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/11/13/85/5401385.133fe324.560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Гэтае гінкга пасадзіў&amp;nbsp; Гётэ больш за 200 год таму. Ён быў сапраўдным фанатам, нават прысвяціў дрэву верш, а цяпер яно па ўзросце - унікум для Еўропы. &lt;br /&gt;Тhis ginkgo tree was planted by its huge admirer Goethe, who even dedicated poems to it,&amp;nbsp; more than 200 years ago and belongs to the oldest trees of this kind in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="667" width="500" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/11/13/17/5401317.451b2571.560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;І шмат кветак, захацелася мець уласны сад....&lt;br /&gt;And lots of blooming flowers, made me yearning for own garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="413" width="550" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/11/13/20/5401320.e5ba29f2.560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="400" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/11/16/15/5401615.534a3f4e.560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" width="500" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/11/16/25/5401625.b096d5e0.560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="533" width="400" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/11/15/75/5401575.c111cc22.560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" width="500" alt="" src="http://u1.ipernity.com/11/13/22/5401322.5679f793.560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aprilwitcz:41818</id>
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    <title>to see the beauty...</title>
    <published>2009-07-11T15:25:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-06T20:05:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="7" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="be-BY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Месца дзеяння: Вашынгтон, станцыя метро,халодная студзеньская раніца.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="be-BY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Скрыпач грае Баха. За 45 хвілінаў міма прайшло каля 2 000 людзей. Праз 3 хвіліны каля скрыпача ненадоўга спыніўся адзін з мінакоў. Праз 4 хвіліны музыкант атрымаў першы даляр  - але жанчына нават не затрымалася, каб паслухаць. 6 хвілінаў &amp;ndash; маладзён прыхінуўся да сцяны, паглядзеў на гадзіннік і заспяшаўся па справах. 10 хвілінаў &amp;ndash; маці адцягвае трохгадовае дзіця, якое, здаецца,  зачараванае музыкай. Такая ж гісторыя паўтараецца і з іншымі дзецьмі, але бацькі ўсе як адзін адводзяць іх прэч. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="be-BY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Прыкладна за гадзіну скрыпач зарабіў 32 даляры і толькі 6 чалавек спыніліся ля яго.  Ніхто не звярнуў увагі і не апладыраваў, калі ён закончыў. І ніхто не ведаў, што ў той дзень у метро самыя цяжкія для выканання творы на скрыпцы коштам  3,5 мільёны даляраў граў Джошуа Бэл, адзін з самых вядомых музыкантаў свету. Перад гэтым на яго канцэрт у Бостане квіткі разышліся па 100 даляраў за месца. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="be-BY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Гэта рэальная гісторыя. Вашынгтон Пост праводзіла сацыяльны эксперымент па ўспрыняцці, густу і прыярытэтах. Пытанне, на якое яны шукалі адказ: ці пазнае чалавек прыгажосць у звыклых абставінах ў нестандартны час? Калі ў нас няма часу спыніцца на хвіліну і паслухаць аднаго з лепшых музыкантаў свету, які грае шэдэўры, то што яшчэ мы не заўважаем...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Washington,DC Metro Station on a cold January morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man with a violin played 6 Bach pieces for about an hour. During that time nearly 2 thousand people went through the station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="be-BY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;After 3 min. a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule. 4 minutes later the violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk. 6 minutes:..A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again. 10 minutes: a 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly. The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition. The violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. The questions raised: in a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context? If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing some of the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Uni Streik Woche</title>
    <published>2009-06-17T17:12:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-17T17:12:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Уні на штрайку, кампус з пратэстоўцамі і захопленыя аудыторыі:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="800" width="600" src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii114/aprilwitcz/P6170183.jpg?t=1245258447" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="600" src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii114/aprilwitcz/P6170184.jpg?t=1245258505" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="450" width="600" src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii114/aprilwitcz/P6170186.jpg?t=1245258622" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aprilwitcz:39363</id>
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    <title>Берлін на досьвітку /Berlin at dawn</title>
    <published>2009-05-26T18:34:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-26T18:34:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">каля 5 гадзін раніцы - па дарозе з вакзалу Зоо&lt;br /&gt;around 5 a.m. on the way from the Zoo station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="407" width="400" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3645/3563524225_c3b443d368.jpg?v=0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="667" width="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3584/3563524255_7336cc59a6.jpg?v=0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="867" width="650" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2473/3563524235_e0b2dcf66e_b.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potsdamer Platz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="488" width="650" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3563524263_28d9cf9cd0_b.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="488" width="650" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/3567714296_be01602b04_b.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="488" width="650" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3383/3567714290_62db69d3dc_b.jpg" alt="" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>aprilwitcz @ 2009-05-23T22:13:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-23T20:20:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-25T16:56:47Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Берлінская эпапея яшчэ не скончылася, а я вельмі ўпадабала заходнюю частку гораду з халяўным інтэрнэтам і арыгінальнымі сметніцамі:&lt;br /&gt;I'm still living through my Berlin adventure - and i must admit that i like the western residential part of the city with free wi fi spots and creative garbage cans:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="467" width="350" alt="" src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii114/aprilwitcz/P5230060.jpg?t=1243109993" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>aprilwitcz @ 2009-05-17T00:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-16T22:32:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-17T07:29:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Па слядах пераможнай эўравізіі з сумам падумалася, што беларусам, каб нечага дабіцца, трэба з'язджаць у іншыя краіны...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After witenssing a Belarusian under Norwegian flag gloriously win the Eurovision song contest i couldn't help thinking that we have to migrate, to achieve our goals. Sad...</content>
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