Не расстраивайся, что у нас нет денег. Ведь есть вещи, которые нельзя купить ни за какие деньги... вот, например — динозавра. ©

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I take it you already know
Of though, and bough, and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you
On hiccough, thorough, slough and through.


Well done! And now you wish, perhaps
To learn of less familiar traps.
Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.


And dead; it’s said like bed, not bead –
For goodness sake don’t call it ‘deed’!
Watch out for meat, and great, and threat,
(They rhyme with suite, and straight and debt);


A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother,
And here is not a match for there,
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear,


And then there’s dose and rose and lose
Just look these up – and goose and choose,
And cork and work, and card and ward,
And font and front, and word and sword,


And do and go, and thwart and cart
Come, I’ve hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Man alive,
I’d learned to speak it when I was five.


And yet to write it, the more I sigh,
I'll not learn how 'til the day I die. ©

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Then shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England...
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends
and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Then shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England...
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends
and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop? ©

Давно влюблена в этот онлайн-магазин и в фотографии его коллекций.
Пожалуй, это единственные lookbook'и, который я смотрю с удовольствием и которые вдохновляют.
В новое осеннее я особенно влюбилась, даже сохранила всё в отдельной папке на компьютере.

Всё больше и больше влюбляюсь в Travis. Определённо, это настроение лета - Travis в большей степени.
Плюс ещё разные франко-, испано- и португалоязычные песни - но это совсем другая история.

♫ Solo tú conoces bien los secretos de mi corazón,
    Una mirada bastara para decirnos la verdad, 
Solo tú me haces reír como nadie lo hará,
Tú conoces mi dolor, mi silencio y mi soñar

Amiga, querida tan fiel y tan mi amiga, 

Y yo siempre voy a estar como tu por mi estarás,
Cuando todo este bien o mal, para reír, para llorar
Y yo siempre voy a estar como tu por mi estarás,
Nadie nos separara, amigas por la eternidad…

Cuando todo pierde sentido, tu siempre estas conmigo,
Dibujando un camino lleno de luz y de amor

Solo te pido un favor no te apartes de mi vida,
Todo se puede soportar solo si conmigo estas

Amiga, querida tan fiel y tan mi amiga, 

Y yo siempre voy a estar como tu por mi estarás,
Cuando todo este bien o mal, para reír, para llorar
Y yo siempre voy a estar como tu por mi estarás,
Nadie nos separara, amigas por la eternidad…

Amiga yo seré tu espejo tu serás mi luz,
Amiga cada día tú serás mi guía…

Y yo siempre voy a estar como tu por mi estarás,
Cuando todo este bien o mal, para reír, para llorar
Y yo siempre voy a estar como tu por mi estarás,

Nadie nos separara, amigas por la eternidad… ©