<span><span>0986765 <span>новичок </span> ответил 23.03.2014 </span><span>Молодое поколение сегодня не имеет тех четких ориентиров в жизни, которые были у наших отцов и матерей. Нет глобальной цели, которая формируется на государственном уровне огромной и мощной пропагандистской машиной. У наших отцов и матерей было то, чего нет у нынешней молодежи: знание о законах общества и системы. Им было точно известно, как достичь той или иной цели, что возможно, а что нет. К сожалению, современная молодежь не имеет такого знания. Молодому человеку необходимо иметь представление о жизни и окружающем мире. Ему нужно понимать, что такое хорошо, а что такое плохо. Ему нужно знать законы того мира, в котором он живет. Современная молодежь получает картину мира из СМИ, продуктов массовой культуры и своего жизненного опыта. Картина мира, которая сейчас есть у молодых людей, которая создавалась в течение десятилетия, говорит им о бессилии и предрешённости. Что есть люди, которые все решают: кто, куда и зачем. Такая картина мира провоцирует молодое поколение. Одна его часть полностью потеряла интерес к политике и жизни государства. Другая часть, накопив в себе достаточно агрессии, объединяется под радикальными, националистическими и фашистскими лозунгами. И, похоже, что никто из современных политиков не думает, что у России через 10 лет будет лицо современной молодежи.
The younger generation of today has clear guidelines to those lives that were our fathers and mothers. No global goal , which is formed at the state level, a huge and powerful propaganda machine . Our fathers and mothers was something not present at today's youth : knowledge of the laws of society and the system. They knew exactly how to achieve a particular purpose , what is possible and what is not. Unfortunately, today's young people do not have such knowledge. Young person must have an understanding of life and the world around us . He needs to understand what is good and what is bad . He needs to know the laws of the world in which he lives. The youth of today to get the picture of the world of media , products of mass culture and their life experiences . Picture of the world which now have young people , which was created in a decade , tells them about the powerlessness and predetermination . That there are people who decide everything : who, where and why . This picture of the world provokes the younger generation. One part is completely lost interest in politics and public life. Another part of having accumulated a sufficient aggression , grouped under the radical nationalist and fascist slogans. And it seems that none of the modern politicians do not think that in 10 years Russia will face today's youth.</span></span>
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Дорогая Бетти! Спасибо тебе за письмо. Было очень интересно узнать о твоей школе и школьной форме. Хочу тебе рассказать некоторые вещи про мою школу. В Англии, у школ нет номеров, а сеть названия. Я хожу в школу "Cedar Grove School". Она не большая. Ученики с 5-11 лет ходят в нашу школу. У нас десять классных комнат и большой и красивый хол. А так же рядом с нашей школой много деревьев и цветов и когда у нас хорошая погода, мы выходим на улицу.
Моя класс очень комфортный и всегда чистый. В нем двадцать парт. Учительский стол находится рядом с окном. Доска и пол коричневого цвета. В нашем классе очень много книг и иногда наша учительница читает их для нас. Вчера она прочитала красивую сказку про Белоснежку. Мне она очень понравилась. А что ты мне можешь рассказать о свем школьном классе? Ты читаешь Английские книги в читальной комнате? Какие книжки ты прочитала на прошлой неделе? Напиши поскорее. С любовью, Алиса.
Great expectations— Hey, shut up! — there was a terrible cry, and among the graves, near the porch, suddenly a grown man. — Don't yell, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat!Scary man in a rough gray clothes, with a heavy chain on his leg! Man without a hat, broken shoes, the head is wrapped with some cloth. The man who, as can be seen, the IOC in water and crawling through the mud, knocked down and hurt his feet on the rocks, which were burning nettle, and plucked off the thorns! He was limping and shaking, staring eyes and gasped suddenly, loudly chattering teeth, grabbed me by the chin.— Oh, don't cut me, sir! in horror I pleaded. — Please, sir, don't!— What's your name? — asked the man. — Well, now!— PIP, sir.How, how? — asked the man, drilling me with her eyes. — Say that again.— PIP. PIP, sir.— Where do you live? — asked the man. — Show me!I pointed to where on a flat coastal lowlands, a good mile from the Church, nestled in alder and winds our village.After looking at me for a moment, the man turned me upside down and emptied my pockets. They had nothing, except for a piece of bread. When the Church was in place, and he was so agile and strong that once tipped it upside down, so the bell ended up at my feet, — and so, when the Church was in place, it turned out that I was sitting on a high tombstone, and he eats my bread.
Wow, puppy, ' said the man, licking his lips. — Wow, what fat cheeks!It is possible that they were really thick, although I at that time was small for his age and did not differ good addition.— As if I ate them, ' said the man furiously shook his head, — and may the hell, I'm for real and eat it.I very seriously asked him not to do this and tightened his grasp on the tombstone on which he put me, — partly in order not to fall, partly in order to hold back the tears.— Hey you, ' said the man. — Where's your mother?— Here, sir, ' I said.He winced and rushed past, then stopped, looked over his shoulder.— Here, sir, ' I explained timidly. — "Also Georgiana". This is my mother.— Ah, — he said, returning. — And this, next to your mother, your father?— Yes, sir, ' I said. — It is also here: "a Resident of this parish.""So," he said and paused. — Who do you live with, or rather, with whom he lived, because I still haven't decided to let you live or not.— With my sister, sir. Mrs. Joe Gargery. She was the wife of the blacksmith, sir.Blacksmith, you say? — he asked. And looked at his leg.He transferred the frown with his feet on me and back, then came close to me, grabbed him by the shoulders and threw back as he could then, so that his eyes searchingly looked down at me and my confused looked up at him.— Now listen, — he said, — and remember that I haven't decided to let you live or not. What file, you know?— Yes, sir.What is a grub, you know?— Yes, sir.After each question he lightly shook me, so that I felt the danger facing me and his complete helplessness.— I'll get the file. — It jolted me. And going to get some grub. — He again shook me. And bring it here. — He again shook me. — I will rip out your heart with the liver. — He again shook me.