<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141</id><updated>2012-01-28T12:38:56.395+01:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Everyday life'/><category term='Curious'/><category term='Persons'/><category term='Woman'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Quitz'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='How to do'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Psychology'/><category term='Music and dancing'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='AAA  CONTACT ME'/><category term='Monetize'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='History'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Help needed'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Inspired Persons'/><title type='text'>Liudmila's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything about the interests of a mature person</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>681</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8660224369794305296</id><published>2012-01-28T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:38:56.401+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Castel of Salerno</title><content type='html'>I promised to my new friends from GEN (Group of the Escursionists-Naturalists) to guide them on their exploration of the Old Town of Salerno and to find the way to get hiking to the castel of Salerno. There is a road to reach the castel but it is too long and dangerous enough, too. I wanted to find a direct pass. Do you think, it's easy? No. All the passes are closed by the owners of the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same problem we have here, on our hill. Years ago, it was possible to hike everywhere, to pick up herbs, to enjoy the wild life. Now, we can't climb the hills because there are fences everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this excursion, I wanted to show you how was the life in a castel.&lt;br /&gt;Castels could control the territory where not so many obstacles as in modern times. All the strip of the beach was clearly visible for kilometers (I measured once that the seaside of Salerno is about 6 or 7 km's long. And it's possible to see much more from the castel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/431558_10150526667389755_629349754_8939999_208733145_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/431558_10150526667389755_629349754_8939999_208733145_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The enemies could not reach it easily from the beach side: the hill is rocky (that we have to learn during our excursion) and even if someone is able to acchieve the walls, he couls find only hostile holes throwing out arrows, stones and hot oil or water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/423574_10150526667674755_629349754_8940001_2092733015_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/423574_10150526667674755_629349754_8940001_2092733015_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If one of the enemies&amp;nbsp;could enter the door, a great hole under the feet met him (covered with the glass today).It's unpossible to jump it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/399976_10150526667474755_629349754_8940000_1637055200_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/399976_10150526667474755_629349754_8940000_1637055200_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The holes in the wall here show that there was something to stay at there, but the yards are separate. So even if a group of the enemies could enter THIS yard, they do not enter other parts of the castel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/422061_10150526664699755_629349754_8939992_295673904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/422061_10150526664699755_629349754_8939992_295673904_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internal rooms were not less protective. In fact, more clever governors used such fortifications as prisons -castel of Salerno, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/422061_10150526664689755_629349754_8939991_1647627893_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/422061_10150526664689755_629349754_8939991_1647627893_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/422061_10150526664684755_629349754_8939990_632148054_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/422061_10150526664684755_629349754_8939990_632148054_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(This foto of torture tool is not from Salerno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/6003/23473037.2b/0_6dafb_c0483db5_L" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/6003/23473037.2b/0_6dafb_c0483db5_L" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, prisoners of all times applyed to the Saints for protection (picture on the wall of the castel of Salerno applying to the S.Leonard and S. Catherine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4702/23473037.2b/0_6e723_811b62e3_L" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4702/23473037.2b/0_6e723_811b62e3_L" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8660224369794305296?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8660224369794305296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2012/01/castel-of-salerno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8660224369794305296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8660224369794305296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2012/01/castel-of-salerno.html' title='Castel of Salerno'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-2596550465257197199</id><published>2012-01-20T16:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:57:39.431+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>The Feeling of the Spring</title><content type='html'>This morning was not very happy in confront to all the mornings of the last 2 weeks when the sun was shining from the first moments it raised over the mountains. I went out to see what I have to wear for my turn in our museum and "My God!!! It's raining!!! I have not a jacket for rain! How will I turn home????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true. I wanted to walk 2 km-s from Vietri this morning -and it means I needed sports wear for it. But I discovered that the "water-proof" jacket I have becomes wet when it rains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that I'm not able to show you the profume ...of the spring that was there in the air. Well,we had not real winter this year at all. There were not those months of gloomy rains. And it was not cold, too, sincerely. But it was winter the same. I can't explain it. It was winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/450168/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Салерно" border="0" height="258" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/2708/23473037.2b/0_6de78_fcc49bdb_L.jpg" title="Салерно" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain of this morning was different. It had the sensation of spring. The air of spring. The feeling of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/450167/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Салерно" border="0" height="500" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/2710/23473037.2b/0_6de77_acb2f21b_L.jpg" title="Салерно" width="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in Salerno with the car. So, I had some time to enjoy the view of the sea before I had to go in the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/450169/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Салерно" border="0" height="272" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/2710/23473037.2b/0_6de79_f0d58030_L.jpg" title="Салерно" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the seaside. What I saw there were dark clouds and grey water. And infinite quantity of gulls. But there was something that the eyes could not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/450170/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Салерно" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/6003/23473037.2b/0_6de7a_cd04d4d7_L.jpg" title="Салерно" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only me, all the persons felt that special sensation of spring that was in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stopped suddenly on his/ her way, looked around and turned out own cell to make photos. I had my cell, too. But I had not the photo camera. That is why my photos are not so excellent as I wanted they are. But I don't think that even the best of the photocameras could fix the FEELING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/450166/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Салерно" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/2710/23473037.2b/0_6de76_faa6484c_L.jpg" title="Салерно" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-2596550465257197199?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/2596550465257197199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2012/01/feeling-of-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2596550465257197199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2596550465257197199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2012/01/feeling-of-spring.html' title='The Feeling of the Spring'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8348535535798982860</id><published>2012-01-19T22:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:17:16.150+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>I have a difficult period in my life. I can't write. I can't near the PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, after years I passed here, in front of the monitor, I'm simply tired. I was not able to create my working place. I was not able to change something in my life. Years ago, I had the Great Hope. I did not see a PC before I buyed one but I thought, I'm clever and persistent. ...&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Maybe, I have to change the attitude and begin to blog for my pleasure and to cancel all other blogs that were created to try to earn something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, this depression is simply a stress of long-long period of illnesses we had. Illnesses that changed my way to see the life in one sense.&lt;br /&gt;Or simply the winter creates this aura of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I have only to go out from the dark part of bloggers' block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="302" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5501/23473037.2b/0_6dd68_d7a02ecb_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8348535535798982860?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8348535535798982860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2012/01/blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8348535535798982860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8348535535798982860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2012/01/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1612073227921665689</id><published>2012-01-15T21:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:29:17.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>"Take Joy in Simple Things"</title><content type='html'>"We need to take joy in simple things, too", wrote one of those who watched this video. And I thought this crow sliding on the roof can be a good prove that we don't need too much to be happy and to enjoy the life. I began to think about it after I've read a big article about... the bomb shelters for the End of the World of 2012 sold by a wide-ranging enterprise. They just sold 5000 bomb shelters in the US and transfered in Europe now. The price of the shelters is about $50 000 and, they say, they will allow the owners to survive after the catastrophe of Dec. 21, predicted by a Maya Calender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we believe it or not, there are many persons that prepare for this event. Some people buy bomb shelters, many others prepare the ways to suicide because they are afraid of the end of the world. Hundreds of thousands go in France to wait for the event near a mountain they believe will protect all who will happen there in the moment of the catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, I was sure that it's unpossible to create such a panic today. There were so many End of the World promices at least during the years I remember myself. But the mankind does not change with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="301" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uXiAe7Oc-I?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uXiAe7Oc-I?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="301" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1612073227921665689?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1612073227921665689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-joy-in-simple-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1612073227921665689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1612073227921665689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-joy-in-simple-things.html' title='&quot;Take Joy in Simple Things&quot;'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8005391417571244550</id><published>2012-01-08T22:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:14:46.409+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>I Want to Remain Young!</title><content type='html'>First days of new year were not so carefree as we wanted. One is ill: a desirable nice girl ...coughed him in the face and infected him. He has a high temperature, now. So high that he has to lay in bed all the week. "The nice girl" is remembered with only bad words. :-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is too sad (at his 35) for the "evident signs of aging". He decided to correct the age with surgery but the operation was not very successful and he has all the face black now. We, men, want to remain young, too -he says. I don't want to become old!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (!!! Do you think I'm laughing? No, these are real stories of these first days of the year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting is that the girls think not about beauty but about jobs these days. They want to travel and need money for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be the best cure for all of them, I thought? A smile maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="что его нюх многократно острее человеческого! И тут впервые в жизни Полкан пожалел о том," height="252" src="http://kotomatrix.ru/images/lolz/2012/01/04/1076034.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kotomatrix.ru/"&gt;Смотреть ещё!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8005391417571244550?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8005391417571244550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-want-to-remain-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8005391417571244550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8005391417571244550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-want-to-remain-young.html' title='I Want to Remain Young!'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1827401100499043676</id><published>2012-01-03T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:52:06.777+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>Excellent Way to Begin the Year</title><content type='html'>It was maybe the best January,1 of my life. We began the new year on the top of a mountain immerse in the silence and deep connection with the nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the end of the year I descovered a trekking group that explores the region visiting the most interesting and not very known places of this the zone. I participated on the excursion over Sorrento on Dec.,8 and it was the second time I wanted to go for a walk with them. This time I wanted to accustom my husband to my passion specially because he says he has to walk more to lower blood pression etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say you, it was not so easy but I did it! He consented to go with me. The group was not very numerous, only 10 persons, I think. The climb was not too difficult even if it was hard enough for us who never move so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the road was covered with "good omens" so that it was difficult to avoid them -it's because the cows passed the same way some minutes earlier. :-))) that is why I think, this year will be good for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/405833_10150468783319755_629349754_8737674_220910199_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/405833_10150468783319755_629349754_8737674_220910199_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last meters were "more interesting" and we had to look under the feet than on the ruins of a castel we walked up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/395275_10150468784989755_629349754_8737700_1945657733_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/395275_10150468784989755_629349754_8737700_1945657733_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible place for a settlement but the fortification was impregnable and they could control the road and the river in the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/396793_10150468789299755_629349754_8737778_110472780_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/396793_10150468789299755_629349754_8737778_110472780_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny, splendid, excellent day, absolute silence. Only some km-s from Salerno and other towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some persons can not live without stupid gestures... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="На экскурсии" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4427/23473037.2a/0_6c934_18e9d4e8_L.jpg" title="На экскурсии" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1827401100499043676?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1827401100499043676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2012/01/excellent-way-to-begin-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1827401100499043676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1827401100499043676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2012/01/excellent-way-to-begin-year.html' title='Excellent Way to Begin the Year'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7570856177439020326</id><published>2011-12-31T22:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:27:40.958+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Is the Time Real?</title><content type='html'>An other year went away. Was it good or bad? I don't know. Not so bad as some years before. It was better, yes. I loose many possibilities but I received others in instead of them. I met some old friends thanks to internet but I received new slaps in the face from the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was more important on the scales of my life? The most important was maybe my calm reaction on those slaps. I accept them as the "things that happen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the Christmas tree when I placed it one week ago and remembered that Kotia, our cat that died this June, played with it when he was about one year old. My god, this tree is so old... I noticed that I do not feel the time. I live today and the Past does not exist. Everything disappears like smoke disappears in the air. It was. I know that it was. I remember that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A star comet appeared on my sky and disappeared after some time, leading me to the place where the "treasure" waited for me. So many stars flow away lightening my road... How many times I looked in the sky in that moment? Why could I not understand that those comets guide me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the time does not exist. In the moment I live, comets appear and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the faces of other persons: they become older and older. Children are adults now. But I do not feel that I am just ol, too. My soul is so as it was when I was a child. My soul did not change. It did not become older together with my body. And it is the prove that the time does not exist, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post is confused. But I feel that the Time does not exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-7570856177439020326?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/7570856177439020326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-time-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7570856177439020326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7570856177439020326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-time-real.html' title='Is the Time Real?'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-4781768135365507372</id><published>2011-12-24T21:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:38:19.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quietly Christmas</title><content type='html'>My Christmas is not too much different than it was the last 10 years when my husband passes all the month of December visiting his parents. I sit alown for the PC, there is fire in the fireplace, there is a cat laying on the chair for the fireplace. I just drunk a 33-bottle of beer -unfortunatelly the only alcool I had in the house and do not want to turn the TV on because there are too many happy faces in that box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy. No, I feel good. The neighbour came to visit me today, and I had a very lovely "conversation" with my friends in internet. I was in Salerno yesterday: our Archaeological group had a meeting, and I could see all my friends. Young part of the group was very excited. It is so nice, to stay with the young persons that have still all the life to cross. Or to pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Gruppo Archeologico Salernitano" border="0" height="250" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4424/23473037.29/0_6bdfd_c2941648_L.jpg" title="Gruppo Archeologico Salernitano" width="400" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Gruppo Archeologico Salernitano" border="0" height="256" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4425/23473037.29/0_6bdfe_394becb7_L.jpg" title="Gruppo Archeologico Salernitano" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have an interesting exhibition in S.Pietro a Corte: the ceramists of Vietri and Salerno were asked to create something inspired by Madonna. We expose 14 works till the end of Februar now, and I asked to photograph me near one of the creations I like more than others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="Прикоснуться к Высокому" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4527/23473037.29/0_6bcd8_d03ed82_L.jpg" title="Прикоснуться к Высокому" width="328" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an interesting idea of decoration in a shop and tryed to do something similar at home. That transparent cone. Do you like it? Hope, you do. I like all the "design" so much to create "a card" for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My best wishes for the Joyous Season and marry Christmas!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Поздравляю Всех С Праздниками!" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5/23473037.29/0_6bdfc_baecf8d2_L.jpg" title="Поздравляю Всех С Праздниками!" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-4781768135365507372?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/4781768135365507372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/12/quietly-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4781768135365507372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4781768135365507372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/12/quietly-christmas.html' title='Quietly Christmas'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7824563200498952332</id><published>2011-12-18T17:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:56:18.326+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Santa Lucia Feast in Campania, Italy</title><content type='html'>Santa Lucia is very loved saint in Campania. There are many settlings (villages and districts) that have her name. When I joined a trekking association for a walk over Sorrento, we passed a medieval village S.Lucia on our way to the S.Antonio chapel and could see the preparations for S. Lucia feast that is celebrated on December, 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/381681_10150430290779755_629349754_8582071_1878318708_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/381681_10150430290779755_629349754_8582071_1878318708_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First, we could see a special little place near this church prepared for the fire. Than, just passed the church, there were entire deposits of wood for it. They said, they had to collect enough wood to maintain fire all the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Sorrento, Italy" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5413/23473037.28/0_6b4ff_9c869a1d_L.jpg" title="Sorrento, Italy" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised: &lt;br /&gt;Is it not a pagan usage to burn wood in the honour of a deity? No, they said: the name of the saint "Lucia" means "luce"="light" -that is why they burn all that wood in her honour. If you don't know -St. Lucia was blinded different times for her devotion to Christianity but the eyes turned to see every time she was blinded. So, you can translate the name as "light" from this point of view, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top of the mountain we had a very beautiful view on Sorrento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Сорренто, Неаполь, Италия" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4423/23473037.27/0_6acca_1c1b6411_L.jpg" title="Сорренто, Неаполь, Италия" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is the same place with zoom on... the tree ...on the trunk (in the center of the green area) where the bonfire will be maintained all the night.&lt;br /&gt;It's incredible how the pagan rituals are deep implanted in our coscience. Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Сорренто, Неаполь, Италия" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4525/23473037.27/0_6accb_d60f8054_L.jpg" title="Сорренто, Неаполь, Италия" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-7824563200498952332?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/7824563200498952332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-lucia-feast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7824563200498952332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7824563200498952332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-lucia-feast.html' title='Santa Lucia Feast in Campania, Italy'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-651309473257807542</id><published>2011-12-11T18:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:59:46.569+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspired Persons'/><title type='text'>Italy in Chocolate Miniatures</title><content type='html'>You could read about the &lt;a href="http://vacation-travel-talk.blogspot.com/2011/12/particular-christmas-nativity-scene.html"&gt;Particular Christmas Nativity Scene&lt;/a&gt; in my other blog where I told about a trekking association I joined Thursday. We visited a very interesting shop in Sorrento before we continue our walk to St. Lucia. The shop sells chocolate because it's owner is maitre chocolatier. He created a fundamental work "Italy in Miniature" that is exposed for the entrance of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4714/23473037.27/0_6abf6_dd89c0f9_L.jpg" title="" width="268" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were symbols of  different cities from all Italy, as you can see on my photo (Rome, Turin, Pisa, Milan etc) and a toy train carried a van full of treasures around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="216" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5823/23473037.27/0_6abf8_2274e8f2_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know that there are maitres chocolatier in our zone, too. I thought they are in Swiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An other discovery I did there: chocolate is not only white and brown. It has many different colors so that a brave person can create even pictures with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5413/23473037.27/0_6abf9_325d3f09_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to tell about creative persons here. And I think this post is about one of them.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did you ever try to create figures with soft chocolate? I want to try it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-651309473257807542?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/651309473257807542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/12/italy-in-chocolate-miniatures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/651309473257807542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/651309473257807542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/12/italy-in-chocolate-miniatures.html' title='Italy in Chocolate Miniatures'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-4067156723765357145</id><published>2011-11-30T20:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:43:47.268+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Life After Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Scientists do not have doubts about the existence of the life after the death of the physical body. They do not have doubts about the existence of the ghosts more, too. This is not a notice today, I wrote about it in this blog, I think, too. They, scientists, can not explain this phenomena but it's presence is confirmed by many scientific studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who understands Russian, I add this video about the cremation.&lt;br /&gt;This experiment was carried in a crematorium. A team of scientists connected special heat-resistant instruments to the body of a dead person before cremation. They were surprised to discover what they have seen on the monitor: the dead body was afraid to enter in the fire. The sensors designed signs of fear on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="301" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iC3R7pRYVZo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iC3R7pRYVZo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="301" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other interesting notice that I've read in this period was about the very good known shaft to the light that experience patients in coma. Many persons tell about it and scientists explained this experience as the last light that enters in the eye of the dieing person. The notice is: completely blind and blind from the birth persons tell about the same shaft and light. So, this experience does not depend from the last light that enters in the eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-4067156723765357145?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/4067156723765357145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-after-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4067156723765357145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4067156723765357145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-after-death.html' title='Life After Death'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1355479151912691185</id><published>2011-11-23T20:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:00:14.633+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Dream to Find a Treasure? Go Fishing!</title><content type='html'>Did you ever dream to find an antique treasure? Do you think it's unpossible today? You are not right. It's enough that you like fishing. Take your spinning and go to fish. I know at least 2 recent discoveries of antique artifacts catched by fishers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of them and the most recent (the notice was pubblished today) is about the sword that a fisher took out from the river Dnepr near the city Zaporozhje, in Ucraina. The sword was on the riverbed that is about 20 m deep in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This artifact has very good quality and has silver and gold decorations. That is why the scientists think, it could belong to one of the most known Kijev princes, Svjatoslav who perished in the battle in that place where the sword was found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object&gt;&lt;embed width="460" height="353" align="middle" flashvars="stats=http://www.1tv.ru/addclick/" allowscriptaccess="always" swliveconnect="true" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" bgcolor="white" name="videoportal" id="videoportal" src="http://www.1tv.ru/newsvideo/191702" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other case I told you about happendin 1930. A group of the fishers took with their net a very beautiful head of Apollo from the waters of the Gulf of Salerno. This head is possible to admire in the Archeologicap Museum of Salerno that is it's symbol now. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://xoomer.virgilio.it/analfin/muspsa.htm" target="_blank"&gt;The photo is from this site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xoomer.virgilio.it/analfin/immagini/tbapollo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://xoomer.virgilio.it/analfin/immagini/tbapollo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe me now? Let's take our fishing tackle from the shed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1355479151912691185?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1355479151912691185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/11/dream-to-find-treasure-go-fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1355479151912691185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1355479151912691185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/11/dream-to-find-treasure-go-fishing.html' title='Dream to Find a Treasure? Go Fishing!'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-616922180538335368</id><published>2011-11-18T11:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:33:18.862+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>Dark Clouds Over Italy</title><content type='html'>The dark clouds over the economical situation in Italy seemed to me something not very important for "normal", "little" people. Why not? It's easy to understand. I'll explain it to you in simple numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4712/23473037.26/0_6959a_26b52d43_L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Salerno" border="0" height="265" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4712/23473037.26/0_6959a_26b52d43_L.jpg" title="Salerno" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look here:&lt;br /&gt;We, an adult couple, spent It.Lire 5000 for everyday neccessities (bread, milk etc.) in the years before Euro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euro had to cost half in confront to Lire.So, we had to spend Lire 5000: 1900 (I don't remember the precise number, 1927, maybe)= Euro 2,5Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first days of Euro, this division was not exactly so but Lire 5000:1927 =Euro 5; =Euro 6,7,10 etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we spend at least Euro 20 (TWENTY) for our everyday neccessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the miraculous way, the salary of the workers of our region (I don't know about the others) had not this interesting tendence in the division but remained exactly so as we lerned in the school:&lt;br /&gt;Lire 5000:1927=2,5 (approximately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, there is no job, and Italy has not that social support system as Germany, for example.&amp;nbsp; I look for a job for 15 years and never had a chance to find something. It's not about me. It's for every person. If you want to have a job, you have to pay the employer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, the situation was just hard enough for years to worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="новый торговый коплекс Vulcano Buono,Nola" border="0" height="267" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/20/liudmila-pmb.5/0_9596_8e2f4b76_L.jpg" title="новый торговый коплекс Vulcano Buono,Nola" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, we went in a big commercial center (photo over here) for our "weekly shopping". Commercial centers grew as mushrooms in the region in the last years, and now we have more very large commercial centers than the residents, here. This one is our favourite because is the only where you can find good offers else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, it is always full in the weekends. Entire families come to pass all the day in it. Cold place, air conditioning in summer (specially, for those who do not have it in their own houses -it's a Paradise). Old members sit on the sofas for the TVs, kids play somewhere, one drinks coffee, other walks long the gallery. At least, they spend money for breackfast and lunch. Surely, they buy aliments. Everybody is content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that Sunday when Berlusconi renounced on his post, this commercial center was empty.&lt;br /&gt;We could not understand, what is happend,at&amp;nbsp; first. There were only some little family groups here and there. The impression was that Italians were hidden in their homes, that they were frightened this event can blow up their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is happend. The life turned back in it's normal "riverbed".&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hopes, the new government will be able to do something to allow the "little" people to live, not only survive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-616922180538335368?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/616922180538335368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/11/dark-clouds-over-italy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/616922180538335368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/616922180538335368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/11/dark-clouds-over-italy.html' title='Dark Clouds Over Italy'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-3175802183622316922</id><published>2011-11-09T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:39:09.081+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>Sunny Day After the Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://travel.justmarvelousworld.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naples&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was flooded this Sunday, and it seemed to me we will never go out from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so unusual, sincerely. Hard rains are normal for November here. It rains in other periods, too, but November is a real "winter" month in our zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to visit a very good and convenient street market in Naples that day, where my husband wanted to buy a jacket. We had bad time, sailing in the streets there. It was unnecessary risk to go in Naples but we could not imagine what we will find there. We did not think that the city could be immersed by so much water that arrived nearly to the windows of the car in some places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Naples" border="0" height="300" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4418/23473037.25/0_69151_bae14f9e_L.jpg" title="Naples" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Naples" border="0" height="300" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4522/23473037.25/0_69152_41a5e9ab_L.jpg" title="Naples" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why -and you will understand me- I wanted to pass some time taking photos of the splendid roses and other flowers I have now in my "garden"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="266" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4523/23473037.25/0_6923f_1c60058e_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5412/23473037.26/0_69246_b3fa6d15_L.jpg" title="" width="263" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly... the young cat that came to us when my husband was in the hospital arrived just in front of me and my photocamera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="266" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4613/23473037.25/0_69241_262f77a_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4712/23473037.25/0_69242_ba61ba31_L.jpg" title="" width="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4613/23473037.25/0_69244_c06b081f_L.jpg" title="" width="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible???? Is it the behaviour of an educated cat that pretends to be feeded in this house... by me, precisely!!!! I was ...surprised and indignant. What a shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very modest person and turned my photocamera aside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4713/23473037.25/0_69245_ec681ff8_L.jpg" title="" width="289" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-3175802183622316922?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/3175802183622316922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunny-day-after-flood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3175802183622316922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3175802183622316922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunny-day-after-flood.html' title='Sunny Day After the Flood'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-2263836835623321071</id><published>2011-11-03T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:31:41.952+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><title type='text'>Mother's Love</title><content type='html'>This mail I received today and did not want to open it because this friend has the use to send me all kinds of "send it to all your friend and will receive $3000 tomorrow"-messages. I don't know why I opened this message. And don't know why I decided to open the photos (because it's unpossible to see them in the mail). But than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read and heard too many similar notices -in TV and other media- in the last period (I tell about the last photo, clear).&lt;br /&gt;Than, I had to work with similar mothers when I was a teacher, many years ago. If you think that it's a rare case, you are wrong. It's monstruously often. And not only among the poor, illiterate part of the population of the towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I had a mother from one of the most rich families of the city. Her son had a face of an angel. And he was a very good boy (10 years old in that period). Could you imagine that the mother, a director of a very important institution, treated that angel in the same way you can see on the last photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I was touched when I've seen these photos. And... maybe this pubblication will help to make the life on the Earth some better... Who knows...I do not knkow who are the authors of the photos. If YOU are or you have the rights, write me.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mother's Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_d07u9CA6i4/TrKk40ZQvbI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/GvITOiorv_s/s1600/image003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_d07u9CA6i4/TrKk40ZQvbI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/GvITOiorv_s/s320/image003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxQgIngUBfA/TrKk5LzQQ1I/AAAAAAAAA8k/x90EHQJQSQE/s1600/image004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxQgIngUBfA/TrKk5LzQQ1I/AAAAAAAAA8k/x90EHQJQSQE/s320/image004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nCUS6KgHPC4/TrKk5Q4p7BI/AAAAAAAAA8w/R_3ihJWtyps/s1600/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nCUS6KgHPC4/TrKk5Q4p7BI/AAAAAAAAA8w/R_3ihJWtyps/s320/image001.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LO1A_Vw11RI/TrKk4pC9bTI/AAAAAAAAA8M/CLNMEzX_GME/s1600/image002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LO1A_Vw11RI/TrKk4pC9bTI/AAAAAAAAA8M/CLNMEzX_GME/s320/image002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLNHqmVo_A0/TrKk52oIlqI/AAAAAAAAA88/Hp-D1tz2O9g/s1600/image005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLNHqmVo_A0/TrKk52oIlqI/AAAAAAAAA88/Hp-D1tz2O9g/s400/image005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-2263836835623321071?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/2263836835623321071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/11/mothers-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2263836835623321071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2263836835623321071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/11/mothers-love.html' title='Mother&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_d07u9CA6i4/TrKk40ZQvbI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/GvITOiorv_s/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1941602151099920453</id><published>2011-10-24T22:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:09:13.479+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Cure Stress and Deseases with Good Art</title><content type='html'>Everybody has difficulties in the life and sometimes we become so much involved in these problems that do not notice the life that passes by. The life passes by... It's very sad. So, I decided to offer to you and to me something that will make you smile and admire the bravura of the persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can make us smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;First part: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you will agree with me -the animals are able meke us smile more that any others. Except our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Ох, досталась мне работа -  Целый день в трудах, заботах,  Отдыха совсем не знаю,  Я шезлонги охраняю!" height="266" src="http://kotomatrix.ru/images/lolz/2011/10/22/1020577.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Прости, Герасим... Но ты первый начал!" height="266" src="http://kotomatrix.ru/images/lolz/2011/10/23/1020742.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Ложись, говорит, Васенька,  на бочок и поспи... Ну и как на этом бачке  выспаться можно?!" height="400" src="http://kotomatrix.ru/images/lolz/2011/10/23/1020775.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="-Опа! У кого-то обивка в салоне размокла и ...уплыла!" height="268" src="http://kotomatrix.ru/images/lolz/2011/10/23/1020946.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kotomatrix.ru/"&gt;Смотреть ещё!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Second Part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked Men can make us smile, too. Do you think, there is nothing interesting and, specially, nothing to smile when you see a naked men? Watch this video. By the way, admire these artists' technique (I promised you the Art, not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="301" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5RBjoHkJCc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5RBjoHkJCc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="301" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1941602151099920453?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1941602151099920453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/10/cure-stress-and-deseases-with-good-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1941602151099920453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1941602151099920453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/10/cure-stress-and-deseases-with-good-art.html' title='Cure Stress and Deseases with Good Art'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-3378690704521149256</id><published>2011-10-15T21:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T21:25:16.521+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><title type='text'>Do You Have a Son? Look, This is MY Son...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today is anniversary of my blog. Thanks to Teena, I remembered it. My blog is 5 years old now. I wanted to celebrate it's birthday with the translation of an appeal of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/ALF-Fronte-Liberazione-Animale-Italia/146059718790161" rel="nofollow"&gt;A.L.F. Fronte Liberazione Animale Italia &lt;/a&gt; My translation is not perfect but I hope, you will join me. Maybe, you will have a wish to make a better translation and to pass it to all the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300626_211163052279827_146059718790161_601820_195116477_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300626_211163052279827_146059718790161_601820_195116477_n.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you have a son?&lt;br /&gt;This is Mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, one day, when you will have a wish to wear him, to eat him, to shoot him&lt;br /&gt;you will recognize him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love your son? &lt;br /&gt;I love mine...&lt;br /&gt;Look, this is my son&lt;br /&gt;my life -and I would do anything for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you fight, cry, defend your son?&lt;br /&gt;I can't...&lt;br /&gt;I can only look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could shout but nobody would hear my cry of grief...&lt;br /&gt;I could fight but my power will not be enough...&lt;br /&gt;My tears would nobody nothce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my son.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you've seen him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much I love him?&lt;br /&gt;How much I suffer for him?&lt;br /&gt;Yoou are a mother... You know it just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-3378690704521149256?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/3378690704521149256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-have-son-look-this-is-my-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3378690704521149256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3378690704521149256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-have-son-look-this-is-my-son.html' title='Do You Have a Son? Look, This is MY Son...'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5563003829061707702</id><published>2011-10-12T19:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:34:01.358+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Striptease</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/29416289?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/29416289"&gt;Contrex - Ma Contrexpérience - 97s&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/marcelagency"&gt;Marcel&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5563003829061707702?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5563003829061707702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/10/striptease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5563003829061707702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5563003829061707702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/10/striptease.html' title='Striptease'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1313659384780788890</id><published>2011-10-11T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:41:31.261+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Is Paganism a Prove of the Natinal Identity?</title><content type='html'>You began to laugh after you've read the title of my post now, didn't you? You think that I've completly lost my mind, probably. But the question is serious enough to provoke even real fights and probably deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I practice Buddhism, and it was and is a reason to critizise and scold me by many persons,&amp;nbsp; my mother and my relatives included. That is why I got in contact with persons that say: we, Russians, have to follow our own, antique, primordial beliefs and customes (for my relatives it's about the Orthodox religion, however). And they tell me about the initial signs of Russian Nationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%8F%D0%B7%D1%8B%D1%87%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%82%D0%B2%D0%BE/users/margo-v1/view/209573"&gt;&lt;img alt="Александрова гора." border="0" height="266" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/3711/margo-v1.24/0_332a5_3d292425_L.jpg" title="Александрова гора." width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%8F%D0%B7%D1%8B%D1%87%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%82%D0%B2%D0%BE/users/margo-v1/view/209573"&gt;Александрова гора.&lt;/a&gt;» на &lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm Russian and I'm proud to be Russian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said this, I want to express my anxiety about the calls to "turn back to the original purity of the nation's believes". I think, the world just passed this lesson different times. And it was always something very terrible and bloody. But the idea is evidently so tasty and inviting that it returns to life regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%8F%D0%B7%D1%8B%D1%87%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%82%D0%B2%D0%BE/users/annathedreamer/view/65245"&gt;&lt;img alt="Синь камень" border="0" height="300" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/1/annathedreamer.9/0_fedd_bbfa308f_L.jpg" title="Синь камень" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%8F%D0%B7%D1%8B%D1%87%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%82%D0%B2%D0%BE/users/annathedreamer/view/65245"&gt;Синь камень&lt;/a&gt;» на &lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that I can't change anything but I want to write here some words about the "primordial purity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, there is nearly nothing about that period of the most nations. Not very rich archaeological founds, memories in folklore and written texts -these last come from Christian times. And if we can find something written in the Medieval texts about Druids, for example, (maybe because they disturbed too much), there is nothing about many other nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%8F%D0%B7%D1%8B%D1%87%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%82%D0%B2%D0%BE/users/alexled/view/97441"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4/alexled.d/0_17ca1_ec51a07e_L.jpg" title="" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%8F%D0%B7%D1%8B%D1%87%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%82%D0%B2%D0%BE/users/alexled/view/97441"&gt;Посмотреть на Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From other side, Paganism is more or less the same in all the countries. Different is what the nature offers to her children -it's a birch in Europe and a palm in Indonesia maybe, a bear hereand an elephant there... &lt;br /&gt;Look at the photos, don't your "primordial" believes use THESE same Gods and signs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1313659384780788890?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1313659384780788890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-paganism-prove-of-natinal-identity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1313659384780788890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1313659384780788890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-paganism-prove-of-natinal-identity.html' title='Is Paganism a Prove of the Natinal Identity?'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-2302650955070446344</id><published>2011-09-27T20:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T15:29:57.357+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>A bunch of grapes from Apulia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40wbav3lN28/ToIIvr2J9vI/AAAAAAAAA7c/iuM4Jdu-ZfA/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40wbav3lN28/ToIIvr2J9vI/AAAAAAAAA7c/iuM4Jdu-ZfA/s320/DSC_0003.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This beauty I found in a &lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;greengrocer that is situated not too far from our house. I forgot to buy something for the cats this morning and decided to go down (from our hill) in the next shop because Basja promised to throw down the monitor if I do not give her to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;And so I had to pass near this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;greengrocer where I noticed incredibly big grapes. The shop keeper said me they come from Apulia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;This is the period when they sell big varieties of grapes and it's not for much time, only for about a month. So, I buy them even if they say that the sugar of the grapes is not good for weight loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;But this bunch of grapes is special. Did you notice how the man who cut it left a part of branch and a leaf... He was enraptured by the beauty of the grape. Look at it, how big is the bunch. I hardly could take it this way, so heavy it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;And here, I want to show you the photos I took when we were in Apulia some weeks ago. What do you see here, these boundless feather-blanket like fields are vineyards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GqGkbCHlp3c/ToIQWpdm8eI/AAAAAAAAA7g/3LmkVpYsKts/s1600/DSC_0193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GqGkbCHlp3c/ToIQWpdm8eI/AAAAAAAAA7g/3LmkVpYsKts/s400/DSC_0193.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yw0XvqXNtOU/ToIQXkALR5I/AAAAAAAAA7k/ecEKq1lxSXE/s1600/DSC_0204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yw0XvqXNtOU/ToIQXkALR5I/AAAAAAAAA7k/ecEKq1lxSXE/s320/DSC_0204.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="forma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-2302650955070446344?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/2302650955070446344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/bunch-of-grapes-from-apulia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2302650955070446344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2302650955070446344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/bunch-of-grapes-from-apulia.html' title='A bunch of grapes from Apulia'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40wbav3lN28/ToIIvr2J9vI/AAAAAAAAA7c/iuM4Jdu-ZfA/s72-c/DSC_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-4237543892099929402</id><published>2011-09-21T11:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:03:27.165+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>Miracles in Sorrento</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's because my husband is on the surgical table in this moment, and I'm very worried about the operation he is undergoing (are you surprized that I am here and do not wait under the door of the department? But it will not change anything because they will not allow me to enter before 12:30 there). So, I think about the miracles, the popuation of Italy usually asks visiting the numerous Saints who's sanctuaries exist practically in any town here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are normally the miracolous objects like the picture "Our Lady of the Rosary" in the sanctuary of Pompei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d5/Icona_Madonna_Pompei.jpg/220px-Icona_Madonna_Pompei.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d5/Icona_Madonna_Pompei.jpg/220px-Icona_Madonna_Pompei.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or they go in the place bounded with the memory of a really existed person like Saint Antonino in Sorrento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Сорренто" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5812/23473037.23/0_65300_c9ba2519_L.jpg" title="Сорренто" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The walls are covered with the thank-you objects for the received grace there. They represent the parts of the body where the terrible desease was situated. In the crypt of S.Antonino, there are entire walls with "legs", with "hands" etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Сорренто" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5814/23473037.23/0_65302_389f18f9_L.jpg" title="Сорренто" width="268" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not understand this custom, sincerely, but now, when I'm sitting and waiting here, impotently, telling this to you and praying for the good exit of the operation, I would maybe feeling better if I was in such a place, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We often judge what we do not understand -and begin to follow the steps of others when our situation becomes so as the judged persons had before us.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to go for me.I'll pass next 2 days in the hospital, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Сорренто" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4413/23473037.23/0_65301_338adb38_L.jpg" title="Сорренто" width="268" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-4237543892099929402?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/4237543892099929402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/miracles-in-sorrento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4237543892099929402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4237543892099929402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/miracles-in-sorrento.html' title='Miracles in Sorrento'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-2053876983786001598</id><published>2011-09-08T21:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:08:04.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Web Hosting Directory Helps to Choose Site Hosting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://webhostinggeeks.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Web hosting directory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the right place where to look for information when you have to choose hosting for your site. This task is not so easy because there are so many hosting companies that the infinite list of them can confuse even expert users. The directory collects all data and offers of the web hostings and presents them in tables. The other tasc of the directory is to collect reviews and ratings of the hostings written by real users. Finally, they present Web Hosting Awards in different categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like in this directory is the web hosting blog with very clear articles that I read with great interest. I was attracted by the titles first but the content was really very useful for me since I have to think about hosting for my blogs shortly. I'm not very content how my blogs work now and do not know if it depends on my hosting. In this case I have to change it when the contract I have with them finishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The navigation of this web host directory is very easy. I was attracted by Awards and wanted to know about &lt;a href="http://webhostinggeeks.com/bestbudgethosting.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Budget Hosting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. A personal blog that is written for pleasure of the owner does not need sophisticated tecnologies. But there are awards for business hostings, blog hostings, forum hostings and there are many other categories. Web Hosting Geeks makes the choice of the web hosting for the site not so exhausting as it seems to be from the first glance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-2053876983786001598?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/2053876983786001598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/web-hosting-directory-helps-to-choose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2053876983786001598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2053876983786001598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/web-hosting-directory-helps-to-choose.html' title='Web Hosting Directory Helps to Choose Site Hosting'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8387513637193750166</id><published>2011-09-07T22:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:15:05.916+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Antique Olive Trees of Apulia</title><content type='html'>Everybody knows it about Apuglia -it's the land of olive groves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Древние Оливы" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4414/23473037.21/0_636d1_ff055f1e_-1-L.jpg" title="Древние Оливы" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plant likes sun and this particular very difficult soil that not so many plants can support. You know that we have olive trees too and pick up about 400 kg of olives (you will remember my post about the olive oil I wrote some years ago here &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-we-do-olive-oil.html"&gt;How We Make Olive Oil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;). I want to see, olive tree is absolutely not new for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Древние Оливы" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4412/23473037.21/0_636d4_f2a21fe1_L.jpg" title="Древние Оливы" width="400" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modern landscape design uses the old olive trees as main points of the creation here in Sud Italy in the last years, too. So, I thought, there is nothing that can surprise me in this sense. But when I saw THESE trees, I was astonished. I can't even imagin how old have to be these trees. And how can the gatherers pick up the olive there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Древние Оливы" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5410/23473037.21/0_636d2_c9c33125_L.jpg" title="Древние Оливы" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Древние Оливы" border="0" height="386" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5812/23473037.21/0_636d3_ad67be7f_L.jpg" title="Древние Оливы" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8387513637193750166?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8387513637193750166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/antique-olive-trees-of-apulia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8387513637193750166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8387513637193750166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/antique-olive-trees-of-apulia.html' title='Antique Olive Trees of Apulia'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-165601576077023384</id><published>2011-09-07T21:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:44:05.396+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Prickly Pear</title><content type='html'>This is the very typical scenery in Apulia. Olive trees, soil littered with white stones, white stone hut to hidde the paesant from the elements, white dry-stone wall and... an enormous prickly pear near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Опунция" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5812/23473037.21/0_636cd_7138b83d_L.jpg" title="Опунция" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They grow&amp;nbsp; in grand quantity near the roads, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Опунция" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5308/23473037.21/0_636d0_4f16eaf0_L.jpg" title="Опунция" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Опунция" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5814/23473037.21/0_636cf_92c05dde_L.jpg" title="Опунция" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because not so many plants like this difficult soil that has not only to dry easly but to become burning in summer, or the inhabitants like it so much -I don't know. I bought it to taste once but there were so many seeds in the pulp of the fruit that I could not eat it and I could not understand how it was. So, I never buy prickly pear more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Опунция" border="0" height="229" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4914/23473037.21/0_636ce_e0ed59ef_L.jpg" title="Опунция" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to know how to cook it, so maybe I would be able to appreciate it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-165601576077023384?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/165601576077023384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/prickly-pear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/165601576077023384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/165601576077023384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/prickly-pear.html' title='Prickly Pear'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-496922721932233874</id><published>2011-09-07T21:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:14:59.635+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Energy of the Wind</title><content type='html'>As a last fighter in the middle of the battle field stands this pole with propeller on the hill. And it seems to me, the clouds will touch it, envelop in their hostile wreaths... Who is that, in the middle, that clear light of Black Magic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Энергия Ветра" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4914/23473037.21/0_636cc_1e9452ac_L.jpg" title="Энергия Ветра" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't be afraid, I do not want to create a horror story. I simply like this very special photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to pass Apennines region yesterday, and I was surprized to see many new frameworks of windmills there. Wind generators are so numerous because it's the region of Wind. But there was no one of them some years ago when we passed there last time. Now, all this stretch is literally covered with the pales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Энергия Ветра" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5812/23473037.21/0_636c9_ca0c466_L.jpg" title="Энергия Ветра" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were wind turbines of different "models" but all they were made this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Энергия Ветра" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5812/23473037.21/0_636ca_b18b7f61_L.jpg" title="Энергия Ветра" width="245" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very content to see that Italy wants to pass to the alternative energy: with so much wind and sun, it has to be the first among all. This energy is always vailable and pollution-free -we HAVE to use it! It would be so great if every family could have own turbine and own  solar battery!They are so incredibly expensive today, but the states could think about it in terms to buy the excesses of production in the families -and all the energy needs this way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-496922721932233874?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/496922721932233874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/energy-of-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/496922721932233874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/496922721932233874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/energy-of-wind.html' title='Energy of the Wind'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7803980737019554733</id><published>2011-09-01T13:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:20:30.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Betting Properly Explained</title><content type='html'>It's not the secret for everybody that all the sporting events are accompained by &lt;a href="http://sportsbettingspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sports betting &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that is predicting of the results of the event or game by fans and spectators. It's the way for many persons to explain their emotions and love for their team, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there are different ways to participate on betting, and one of them offer online companies. The dedicated sites such as sportsbettingspot include articles and explanations of the &lt;a href="http://sportsbettingspot.com/betting-guide/sports-betting-rules/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sports betting rules&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, lists of books to consult with relative reviews and comments. It's to allow you to understand very good how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a fan, all these tools will be useful for you, too, because it will allow you to valuate the possibilities of a right choice more soberly. It's known that the fans lean to overvalue the capacities o their teams. Since betting is about money, the rational estimate is very important to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you aspire to become a winner, you need a right preparation before you enter this world. And the best way is to visit dedicated sites like sportsbettingspot provided with all necessary tools to explain you how it works. The time you will pass to study the rules will translate in your victories. And if you win, they win, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-7803980737019554733?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/7803980737019554733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/sports-betting-properly-explained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7803980737019554733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7803980737019554733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/09/sports-betting-properly-explained.html' title='Sports Betting Properly Explained'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5116415549070118297</id><published>2011-08-31T17:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T17:56:09.461+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>Wrong Hayloft in Argentina</title><content type='html'>Jose, a friend of my husband, sent him some photos about the last holiday he, the friend, passed in a farm. Looking at the photos I did not understand first what was it about. I have seen the haylofts some times and they were so -more or less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%81%D0%B5%D0%BD%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%B0%D0%BB/users/kozyavaya/view/34561"&gt;&lt;img alt="настоящий сеновал" border="0" height="300" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/11/kozyavaya.8/0_8701_b72787b7_L.jpg" title="настоящий сеновал" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%81%D0%B5%D0%BD%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%B0%D0%BB/users/kozyavaya/view/34561"&gt;настоящий сеновал&lt;/a&gt;» на &lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Argentinian hayloft has this look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dmyyp4zqslU/Tl5X-o0Hw3I/AAAAAAAAA68/D9Ri1IYIHe0/s1600/100_4991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dmyyp4zqslU/Tl5X-o0Hw3I/AAAAAAAAA68/D9Ri1IYIHe0/s400/100_4991.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can notice, it's a tube -from plastic probably- that can be unrolled, to feal it with hay, and rolled back when the cows eat the stock. Well, it's very nice, I understand. What I do npot understand is: how can it be used for it's main task?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%81%D0%B5%D0%BD%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%B0%D0%BB/users/olegvanilar/view/370488"&gt;&lt;img alt="розовый вечер" border="0" height="267" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5906/olegvanilar.1d/0_5a738_5be9d127_L.jpg" title="розовый вечер" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%81%D0%B5%D0%BD%D0%BE%D0%B2%D0%B0%D0%BB/users/olegvanilar/view/370488"&gt;розовый вечер&lt;/a&gt;» на &lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5116415549070118297?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5116415549070118297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/08/wrong-hayloft-in-argentina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5116415549070118297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5116415549070118297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/08/wrong-hayloft-in-argentina.html' title='Wrong Hayloft in Argentina'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dmyyp4zqslU/Tl5X-o0Hw3I/AAAAAAAAA68/D9Ri1IYIHe0/s72-c/100_4991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7815541281602719562</id><published>2011-08-22T12:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:52:37.605+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Romans Loved Luxury</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Did you know that Roman Empire was destroyed because their citizens were too spoiled, loved luxury more than all other things in the human existance, did not make children more etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you knew about it. And you could surely hear many times in your life about opulent houses where the accessories were made from gold etc.. Ohhh, most of these notices about recent times in human history, I'm not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll give you the prove of the opulence and luxury in Roman houses. This first photo is a leg of the Roman table. Well, nothing special, just to introduce the second photo... :-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Montecsassino" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5113/23473037.1f/0_61526_ad3ad610_L.jpg" title="Montecsassino" width="212" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second is a Roman chair. According to the table near the object, it's an ostetric chair made from rock porphyry.I don't know, if the author of that table had ever seen an ostetric chair. As for me, this chair was used for other purposes. And it is astonished: how much the owner of the chair loved that part of his body. I'm sure, it was a man.&lt;br /&gt;(Museum of &lt;a href="http://montecassino%20and%20salerno%20main%20churches%20are%20twins/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Montecassino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Montecsassino" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4610/23473037.1f/0_61528_3b252080_L.jpg" title="Montecsassino" width="324" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-7815541281602719562?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/7815541281602719562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/08/romans-loved-luxury.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7815541281602719562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7815541281602719562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/08/romans-loved-luxury.html' title='Romans Loved Luxury'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5202430283369516279</id><published>2011-08-11T18:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:01:33.982+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>My Masterpiece is Ready</title><content type='html'>You will remember probably that I wanted to add a yellow picture to my "yellow" room. I began to paint it about a month ago (or some more). I know, you are right, I'm not a painter. But there was something special in the idea to paint myself for the house. I bought colors and other necessary things in the supermarket (for children) -and the process of creating began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Шедевр" border="0" height="273" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4407/liudwp.1c/0_5ea83_8b716b5b_L.jpg" title="Шедевр" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the picture but something was not right there. I sat for it and could not understand WHAT is missing here... At this moment, my husband turns home from job, looks at the picture: "Oh, you are a real artist!" (He thinks, I paint very well after he visited an exposition of the pictures of Picasso where I was a guide) "But you forgot to paint Basja here!"&lt;br /&gt;The problem was solved suddenly: I forgot Basja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Картина без названия" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4409/23473037.1e/0_60848_a161bd4f_L.jpg" title="Картина без названия" width="318" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The colors I&amp;nbsp; used to paint were water colors and I wanted to protect my picture from humidity and make so that I can clean it from dust, so I bought special spray to cover my picture with a coat of plastic... that "ate" some colors... I'm very sad but I had to control it before the use... It's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="200" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4707/23473037.1e/0_60ecb_ab88f3ee_L.jpg" title="" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5307/23473037.1e/0_60eca_a196f14e_L.jpg" title="" width="292" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, I have to make the borders else but the picture is just on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5306/23473037.1e/0_60ec9_9b5362ea_L.jpg" title="" width="286" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5202430283369516279?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5202430283369516279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-masterpiece-is-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5202430283369516279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5202430283369516279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-masterpiece-is-ready.html' title='My Masterpiece is Ready'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5845723336315250950</id><published>2011-08-02T21:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:31:51.249+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Choose Your Webhosting</title><content type='html'>The choice of web hosting is a hard problem because there are so many offers and promotions. Specially for those persons who looks for a web site hosting for the first time the task becomes a calvary. The best decision in these cases is to consult a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://webhostingrating.com/"&gt;web hosting directory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; where different host companies are explained and confronted, where it's possible to read reviews of the consumers and where there are advises for all the users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WebHostingRating.com does not limit it's task with simple listing of the companies. They have a system of the Best &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://webhostingrating.com/best-hosting-awards/"&gt;Web Hosting Awards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; very simple to understand even for less expert persons. And if you can't still decide&amp;nbsp; what is better for you after you read all the lists, there is Buying guide and Video Tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rating and the reviews are public. Every consumer can write own opinion about the hosting he used or uses, no matter if it is positive or negative. Important is that those are reviews of really independent persons. And the WebHostingRating.com works with all the companies they present in the directory, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, it's easy to understand and clear explanation about the web hostings, and the advises for all categories of users how to make the right choice for every type of website are so simple that you will have not problems to find the right solution for your website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5845723336315250950?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5845723336315250950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-you-choose-your-webhosting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5845723336315250950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5845723336315250950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-you-choose-your-webhosting.html' title='When You Choose Your Webhosting'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7463584375224222359</id><published>2011-07-31T20:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:46:41.077+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>New Cactuses Flower</title><content type='html'>This year I have a great fortune: some cactuses that live in my yard for many years decided to flower this year. It's very surprizing. I even thought, those do not make flowers at all. But... Look at my photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Кактусы Цветут" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5012/23473037.1e/0_60845_ba76240a_L.jpg" title="Кактусы Цветут" width="382" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flower is exactly so as you see it. It has petals of different quality. And this is why they seem to be painted. No, this is the natural color of the flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second has nothing particular except the color of the flower. I had a very big plant like this once but it had very strange flowers -brown striped that smelled like spoiled fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Кактусы Цветут" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4706/23473037.1e/0_60846_b479f75b_L.jpg" title="Кактусы Цветут" width="238" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this flower is even beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Кактусы Цветут" border="0" height="218" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4411/23473037.1e/0_60847_5bcc4e27_L.jpg" title="Кактусы Цветут" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one flowers the first time, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Кактусы Цветут" border="0" height="396" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5112/23473037.1d/0_5fce3_1aac3d88_L.jpg" title="Кактусы Цветут" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these you have just seen in this blog different times. The only difference is that they are so numerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Кактусы Цветут" border="0" height="244" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4517/23473037.1d/0_5fce5_f47899f9_L.jpg" title="Кактусы Цветут" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Кактусы Цветут" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5012/23473037.1d/0_5fce6_8ba06830_L.jpg" title="Кактусы Цветут" width="156" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-7463584375224222359?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/7463584375224222359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-cactuses-flower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7463584375224222359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7463584375224222359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-cactuses-flower.html' title='New Cactuses Flower'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5094131831901772603</id><published>2011-07-22T20:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T20:47:04.631+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Lightened Two Times in One Minute!</title><content type='html'>This incredible video shows a blessed man who was lightened two times in one minute and SURVIVED!!! It happened in China and the videocamera of an institution registered the event. I could not believe the notice of one of my friends bloggers and watched the video different times. It's true! Watch to believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is a doctor and he saw consequences of the lightening in his professional life. He says, persons remain without hands or feet -depends on the place the lightning goes out from the body. But the fortune of this man is a kind of miracle since he rises and continues his way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="257" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EuVSO_M9E1M?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EuVSO_M9E1M?version=3&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="257" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5094131831901772603?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5094131831901772603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/07/lightened-two-times-in-one-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5094131831901772603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5094131831901772603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/07/lightened-two-times-in-one-minute.html' title='Lightened Two Times in One Minute!'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5829933525016539189</id><published>2011-07-12T11:54:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T12:10:20.481+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Woman-Puppet</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cava dei Tirreni" border="0" height="212" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5608/liudwp.1c/0_5ea03_68219b49_L.jpg" title="Cava dei Tirreni" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the gastronomical feast in the not far from our home town, Cava dei Tirreni, I found an interesting exhibition. The municipality asked the local artist, Tamigi Elia to present her new works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elia dedicates her talent to the womenand to the place of the woman in the society, particularly. She says, the woman is similar to the dolls she plays from her first years of life with. And, growing, she becomes a puppet for other persons: her father, her husband, the society. That is why, the objects in this exposition have this special "taste". And, when I asked Elia to pose with her favourite work, she choose the puppet (that seems to me in a sense similar to the author).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will remember that I just dedicated different posts to the same problem and this exhibition is a logical continuation of my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Cava dei Tirreni" border="0" height="267" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4406/liudwp.1c/0_5e9fc_e185321c_L.jpg" title="Cava dei Tirreni" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Cava dei Tirreni" border="0" height="348" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4811/liudwp.1c/0_5e9fd_c55e07cb_L.jpg" title="Cava dei Tirreni" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY favourite was this "sculpture" that I want to imitate in my house, too. You will maybe not believe but all the face of the doll is painted with... needles! Those for a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="clickable"&gt;&lt;span class="catgram"&gt; dressmaker. If you'll look carefully, you will see them on the collar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Cava dei Tirreni" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5607/liudwp.1c/0_5e9ff_ffd51325_L.jpg" title="Cava dei Tirreni" width="233" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends like this other figure. This is the neapolitan mask, a symbol of the region created (the mask) in XVII century approssimatively and normally represented by a man-jester. The name of the mask is Pulcinella. If you will visit Naples and Campania, you will find the little pulcinella-toys everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work represents the chanting Pulcinella-female (!) that is pregnant, too.&lt;br /&gt;There are different explanations of the name of the mask in internet, but I think it's about the poor people, that were "full of fleas" of maybe that remembers the flea markets (fleas="pulci" in Italiano).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Cava dei Tirreni" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5607/liudwp.1c/0_5ea00_5dc79387_L.jpg" title="Cava dei Tirreni" width="252" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally Elia Tamigi and her favourite woman-puppet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Cava dei Tirreni" border="0" height="500" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5708/liudwp.1c/0_5ea02_1058dfd6_L.jpg" title="Cava dei Tirreni" width="297" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5829933525016539189?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5829933525016539189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/07/woman-puppet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5829933525016539189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5829933525016539189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/07/woman-puppet.html' title='Woman-Puppet'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-4553421570186641632</id><published>2011-07-03T16:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:26:28.518+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Armour of the Antique Woman Warrior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I read this discussion in one of the forums of the modern knights. The main idea was that the women had special armours with the places for breast for example. It was simple to understand that someone produces these armours and the discussion was a kind of advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/39/Joan_of_arc_miniature_graded.jpg/280px-Joan_of_arc_miniature_graded.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/39/Joan_of_arc_miniature_graded.jpg/280px-Joan_of_arc_miniature_graded.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was confused and wanted to explore the theme a little.&lt;br /&gt;One of the first names you remember when you think about women warriors is logically &lt;b&gt;Joan of Arc &lt;/b&gt; but I remember from the school that she was hated by many persons and persecuted exactly for her man clothes. The contemporary picture (1485) is the best prove of this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other name of the known warrior is Sighelgaita, the last longobard princess of Salerno, that partecipated as a warrior on all the battles together with her husband. Unfortunatelly, there are not pictures of this woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make a collection of the photos of the gravestones and monuments of the knights that are very numerous here in Campania. I discovered a new for me knights's orden in Naples (the knights have knots on the elbows). But I did not find women knights among them. So, I think, the women had not special female armours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my photo you can see the burial place of 2 "Knot"-knights. Splendid armours, excellent work of the artists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Средневековые Рыцари" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4406/liudwp.1c/0_5e64c_cdbd3ca0_L.jpg" title="Средневековые Рыцари" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-4553421570186641632?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/4553421570186641632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/07/armour-of-antique-woman-warrior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4553421570186641632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4553421570186641632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/07/armour-of-antique-woman-warrior.html' title='Armour of the Antique Woman Warrior'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-281682742288336709</id><published>2011-06-22T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T13:28:08.500+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Shitburger for Growing Population of the Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Oh, yes, you understood it right, and I did not make an error. To feed the growing population of the Earth and to avoid the crisis with the refuses, Japaneese scientists suggest to work sink masses that contain great % of meat rests and wastes of the industries like slaughterhouses etc to produce new meat. They found bacteria that processes sewage masses creating a product that is very similar to meat -the taster say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't ask you if you like the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u1N6QfuIh0g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-281682742288336709?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/281682742288336709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/06/shitburger-for-growing-population-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/281682742288336709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/281682742288336709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/06/shitburger-for-growing-population-of.html' title='Shitburger for Growing Population of the Earth'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u1N6QfuIh0g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-4378376932272764316</id><published>2011-06-16T13:48:00.036+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:07:48.387+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music and dancing'/><title type='text'>Marvelous Dance Technique</title><content type='html'>One of my "social networking" friends is a kind of journalists writing about fashion, and he published many photos of models in the last period that present the creations of the most important Houses. I noticed that most fotos are ...terrible. The girls are similar to the protagonists of the horror pictures and movies. And they have strange postures, too. If you forget the image of Dracula for a moment -when you look at these girls- you can think that -probably- the photograph wanted to represent a street girl this way. (I don't know, why they imagine street girls with curve legs...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For evident reasons, I can't add the photos here but it's enough that you open any magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is an other example but of great art. The artists want to represent the street girl and boy, too. But this is really ART. What level of dance technique! I could not tear my eyes from their movements and was afraid to lose a pas.&lt;br /&gt;Well, music is good, too. Hope you will enjoy it so as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rP_wPv5NoGo" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-4378376932272764316?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/4378376932272764316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/06/marvelous-dance-technique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4378376932272764316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4378376932272764316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/06/marvelous-dance-technique.html' title='Marvelous Dance Technique'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rP_wPv5NoGo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5909194581486164085</id><published>2011-06-10T13:32:00.039+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:49:00.166+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>The Best Container for Garlic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Garlic is so common in different receipea and I like to add it to different plates I cook but the humidity of the house does not allow to conserve it. Even if I buy not many pieces -there are only 3-5 of them in the nets the supermarkets offer, I do not use them in short time. Imagine that I threw at least half of bulbets I bought before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day i found the solution.&lt;br /&gt;My husband wanted to taste the cocco nuts. He bought 3 of them, and 2 finished in the rubbish after we dank the milk and ate the pulp. One of them remained in the kitchen and I put their garlic for joke. After some time I noticed that the bulb was not molding. It was interesting. I decided to experiment with it. Even in the most wet period, garlics in the cocco nut remained good, without mould. So, I continue to use it till today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4705/liudwp.19/0_5a202_fb8291f4_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5909194581486164085?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5909194581486164085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/06/best-container-for-garlic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5909194581486164085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5909194581486164085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/06/best-container-for-garlic.html' title='The Best Container for Garlic'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8304621094470180819</id><published>2011-06-03T09:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:50:13.327+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Two Species of Cherries</title><content type='html'>As always, May was dedicated to picking up cherries here. Tomorrow, we have the last day, I hope. But this time we will not pick them up personally. We have not long enough ladder, and I am afraid to climb the ladder so high. So, my husband called gatherers for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5008/liudwp.19/0_5a7d4_3f694fc3_L" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5008/liudwp.19/0_5a7d4_3f694fc3_L" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early cherries (trees) are very different from these late species (that will be picked up tomorrow, I mean). They are high, too. But they have many branches, and these braches are strong enough to pull them. We have long metal hooks, and it's relatively sure to stay on the tree even in the top of the cherry. Fortunatelly, we have not old trees more, only young, that are not very high, about 10 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4810/liudwp.19/0_5a7d1_7f313ff4_L" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4810/liudwp.19/0_5a7d1_7f313ff4_L" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you see the tree of the late cherry you did not believe that it's the same species. These trees are very high just when they are young, and their branches are so that you can't climb in the top. The main problem is that the fruits grow on the top of the branches. That is why you absolutely need high ledders to reach the fruits. And I'm afraid to climb the ledders, confess. I'm not afraid to climb the trees. You will not believe me but the trees protect you when you climb them (with respect). When you are on the ledder nobody protects you -and if the God is too busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5110/liudwp.19/0_5a7d3_6ef1dd5e_L" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5110/liudwp.19/0_5a7d3_6ef1dd5e_L" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, WHY we have these dangerous cherries that we even can't climb? It's easy: for their fruits. This species has very big and incredibly sweet fruits. They are 2 and 4 times bigger than early cherries. They have very compact pulp, too. It's a marvel of cherries. On my photo are two fruits and the late has normal measure, it's not the big. The big, they are 2 times larger than this on the photo. Unfortunatelly, I did not photograf them, but I think, you can just understand the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5506/liudwp.19/0_5a7d5_f997837f_L" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5506/liudwp.19/0_5a7d5_f997837f_L" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8304621094470180819?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8304621094470180819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-species-of-cherries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8304621094470180819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8304621094470180819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-species-of-cherries.html' title='Two Species of Cherries'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-501471841938319422</id><published>2011-05-25T19:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:48:06.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Events and Concerts Tickets' Purchase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The modern life offers us so many interesting events we would like to assist! But it's really very difficult to buy &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/keith_urban_tickets.html" target="_blank" title="Keith Urban Tickets"&gt;Keith Urban Tickets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/bon_jovi_tickets.html" target="_blank" title="Bon Jovi Tickets"&gt;Bon Jovi Tickets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; even if such shows are relatively frequent in your city. Imagine you live in New York or in an other metropolis. You have not time to stay in line or to wait that the phone number of the ticket office is finally free. And, if you do it, you hardly find seatings you like. One of the best solutions is ACheapSeat.com that offers the possibility to accieve the ticket office from your PC and to choose the best seatings available at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are best of &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/kenny_chesney_tickets.html" target="_blank" title="Kenny Chesney Tickets"&gt;Kenny Chesney Tickets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/dave_matthews_band_tickets.html" target="_blank" title="Dave Matthews Band Tickets"&gt;Dave Matthews Band Tickets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; just one click far from you. It's so easy and clear that one has even not necessity to read a site review to understand how it works. Choose the category you are interested in, find the event you want to visit, select it and pay. You will receive your ticket in some moments or you can speak with the ticket specialist to protect your dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, you would like to purchase &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/rush_tickets.html" target="_blank" title="Rush concert Tickets"&gt;Rush concert Tickets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The site offers a list of concerts where you can find one near your town. You can consult the seating chart and the list of the available seatings with relative prices per person.&lt;br /&gt;Just that it's so easy to have your ticket and to fulfil your dream why not try it in this moment? It can happen that the concert or event of your life is so near to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-501471841938319422?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/501471841938319422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/05/easy-events-and-concertstickets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/501471841938319422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/501471841938319422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/05/easy-events-and-concertstickets.html' title='Easy Events and Concerts Tickets&apos; Purchase'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-3825854970707119482</id><published>2011-05-23T06:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T06:02:48.741+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>The Most Important Day</title><content type='html'>San Pasquale (S.Paschal) is the most important Saint in our zone. He is the main protector. So, the day of San Pasquale is the most inportant feast here. It happens always on Sunday I don't know why. The other villages have their patronal feasts on fixed days and if it is a working day, everything is closed. San Pasquale happens always on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popular feast is in the village but they take the statues of S.Pasquale and Madonna of Constantinople in procession through all the streets. They begin probably with the most far of them 'and it's our street where the procession is not very big, the statues travel by car, the band does not want to play all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, the population waits for the procession near the street. They prepare tables with food and drinks, and the procession gathers money that attaches them to this big banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4810/liudwp.1a/0_5a9f2_9e649745_L.jpg" title="" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5110/liudwp.1a/0_5a9f3_dae4853d_L.jpg" title="" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5806/liudwp.1a/0_5a9f4_cb356c98_L.jpg" title="" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, when the procession neares the main street, the statues are transported by the believers on their shoulders. The families attach beautiful white sheets to their balconies if they have non married girls. All those wo have the name Pasquale have their feast, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The main street of the village is closed. Children paint something dedicated to Madonna and S. Pasquale on the cover of the street and so, all the street is covered with paintings. There are bands and other entertainment in the street and the persons arrive from all the parts of the province to partecipate on the feast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-3825854970707119482?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/3825854970707119482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/05/most-important-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3825854970707119482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3825854970707119482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/05/most-important-day.html' title='The Most Important Day'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-266453160729168270</id><published>2011-05-12T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:38:45.508+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to do'/><title type='text'>Inspiration Comes from Friends</title><content type='html'>Years ago,, when I had not computer and internet, all the life was more creative. My husband bought a sewing machine for me, and I wanted to create different kinds of objects for the house and clothes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time after it, the life changed and the prices changed, too. There were different serious problems in our family, and I had not time for the sewing etc. I did not have not only time but the wish to do something, too. So, my sewing machine and all the things I had for hand works waited in a far corner of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everybody has finally internet, and I found many persons I knew in different periods of my life there. Some of the girls asked me to create a site where they can meet and exchange secrets and knowledges for them.&lt;br /&gt;I did it. They tell about different arts and recipes of their families, what they do to make the life of the family more beautiful and full there. And their inspiration affected me, too. I found some of my old "projects"and finished them. Here is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make a table cover in satin stitch representing a branch, leaves and grapes of wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/361364/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="277" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5505/liudwp.19/0_58394_827c22ed_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I needed some things with lemons in a very dark room to lighten it. I had a tablecloth with lemons. So, I took part of it's picture snd cut it. Than I sew it on the old not finished table cover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/361365/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="296" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5209/liudwp.19/0_58395_47a85b7b_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can see the finished work. I did not want to add other applications because I had to put things on it.&amp;nbsp; And who knows (except you) that the branch and the leave are not from the lemon but from&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;the wine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/364053/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="293" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4608/liudwp.19/0_58e15_8770d71f_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-266453160729168270?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/266453160729168270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/05/inspiration-comes-from-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/266453160729168270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/266453160729168270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/05/inspiration-comes-from-friends.html' title='Inspiration Comes from Friends'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5202141881888955214</id><published>2011-05-03T20:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:05:38.534+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Glicine 'Amethyst Falls' (Wisteria frutescens)</title><content type='html'>This is the last of the glicines I have. And it's the most strange. We are so accustomed to see those long, long incredible flowers... And here is a kind of little balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/360153/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Глициния 'Amethyst Falls' (Wisteria frutescens)" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4515/liudwp.19/0_57ed9_247af989_L.jpg" title="Глициния 'Amethyst Falls' (Wisteria frutescens)" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plant began to flower a year or two after I've planted it, but it was and still is the most thin and stunted. I don't know if it doesn't like the place where it grows, or it is maybe generally so, this plant, but I could not change the situation with fertilizers and othe cures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I invite you to enjoy the last flowers of glicine this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/360156/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Глициния 'Amethyst Falls' (Wisteria frutescens)" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5704/liudwp.19/0_57edc_7ab62d15_L.jpg" title="Глициния 'Amethyst Falls' (Wisteria frutescens)" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5202141881888955214?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5202141881888955214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/05/glicine-amethyst-falls-wisteria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5202141881888955214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5202141881888955214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/05/glicine-amethyst-falls-wisteria.html' title='Glicine &apos;Amethyst Falls&apos; (Wisteria frutescens)'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1974400635912188191</id><published>2011-04-26T16:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T16:30:23.107+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>Bear Wife, Great Love and Long Life Toghther!</title><content type='html'>My dear Friend, &lt;a href="http://bearwife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bear Wife&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, married her Hubby Bear!!!&lt;br /&gt;What a great notice!&lt;br /&gt;Wish you long way together, my dear, patience and understanding, love and many happy days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%81%D0%B2%D0%B0%D0%B4%D1%8C%D0%B1%D0%B0/users/sergej-gasparyan/view/382536"&gt;&lt;img alt="В добрый час !" border="0" height="233" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5505/sergej-gasparyan.2d/0_5d648_95c2bfa6_L.jpg" title="В добрый час !" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%81%D0%B2%D0%B0%D0%B4%D1%8C%D0%B1%D0%B0/users/sergej-gasparyan/view/382536"&gt;В добрый час !&lt;/a&gt;» на &lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the wedding of an other Bear Couple :-))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hwB0Bnta5iM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hwB0Bnta5iM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1974400635912188191?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1974400635912188191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/04/bear-wife-great-love-and-long-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1974400635912188191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1974400635912188191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/04/bear-wife-great-love-and-long-life.html' title='Bear Wife, Great Love and Long Life Toghther!'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-722050558496870133</id><published>2011-04-20T20:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:55:39.523+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>The Paradise of Glicines: White Wisteria</title><content type='html'>I have good notice about my glicines this year. After I don't know how many years, finally the white has some flowers. And I wanted to present you the first photos of it's maiden view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/355797/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Белая Глициния" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5903/liudwp.18/0_56dd5_fc6884e5_L.jpg" title="Белая Глициния" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/355798/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Белая Глициния" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5209/liudwp.18/0_56dd6_49eca346_L.jpg" title="Белая Глициния" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, I would have more flowers if I would not cut the most part of the branches. In the years I have this plant it produced incrediblly quantity of leaves and no flowers. They say that glicines need about 10-15 years to begin the flowering. But I think, it's not so. Wisteria sinensis (common) that I grew from cuttings began to flower very early. After about 2-3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/355796/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Белая Глициния" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5209/liudwp.18/0_56dd4_107ea9c6_L.jpg" title="Белая Глициния" width="389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It grows very quickly and blossomed again all the (rainy) summer last year. There were not too many flowers and the flowering was not so spectacular as without the leaves but it was a pleasure in any case. The part of the building where this plant grows is the most sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second (according of the time of flowering) glicine is on the same part of the house and grows good, too. Even if not so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/346884/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Мой Глициниевый Рай" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5503/liudwp.17/0_54b04_a2c4402f_L.jpg" title="Мой Глициниевый Рай" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next plant grows together with the white on the cold side. And I think, this is one of the reasons why they produced only branches and leaves for years. The flowers are rare and much more little than those first. They are longer -and they say can reach 2 meters (the champion). My flowers this year were about 60 cm long. Some more at the end maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/346892/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Мой Глициниевый Рай" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4909/liudwp.18/0_54b0c_c07366f2_L.jpg" title="Мой Глициниевый Рай" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White glicine is not completely open else. If the weather will be good enough, I hope to show you some better pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-722050558496870133?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/722050558496870133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/04/paradise-of-glicines-white-wisteria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/722050558496870133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/722050558496870133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/04/paradise-of-glicines-white-wisteria.html' title='The Paradise of Glicines: White Wisteria'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5857653621619384506</id><published>2011-04-18T12:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:00:03.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Create Stability in Uncertain Times</title><content type='html'>We live in the uncertain times when the economical situation changes almost every day. After all the life of hard work we&amp;nbsp; see suddenly our invested in the retirement money devaluate and even disappear for the demographic and other events of the life. What is always stable in this world, we ask ourselves? What can we do to have sure future stability? The way is &lt;a href="http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/gold-ira-and-gold-401k-accounts.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;gold IRA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/gold-ira-and-gold-401k-accounts.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRA gold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is an excellent alternative retirement investions plan because the prices of gold grow despite the critic situations in financial state of the country or the uncertain situations in the world. Every kind of negative conditions contribute the growth of the gold price. Default? War? Environmental crisis? Gold is one of the few categories that continue to occupy firmly their positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible to turn 401k in &lt;a href="http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/gold-ira-and-gold-401k-accounts.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;gold 401k&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Information about the different kinds of investions are described in the Free Gold Guide. In poor words, government allows to invest bullion coins (gold proof American Eagles) into retirement accounts. More, these coins are produced with this aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the questions about the &lt;a href="http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/gold-ira-and-gold-401k-accounts.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;401k gold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/gold-ira-and-gold-401k-accounts.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;gold IRA transfer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are easly and clearly explained in Aurum Advisors website. The trends of the investment in gold prove that "Gold has no Government". It's enough to open any page analyzing the situation with gold in the world and in every certain country -no matter is it about the long term or today development- the conclusion will be that it's the way to assure the certain wellbeing of our investment after an entire life of hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5857653621619384506?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5857653621619384506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-create-stability-in-uncertain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5857653621619384506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5857653621619384506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-create-stability-in-uncertain.html' title='How to Create Stability in Uncertain Times'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1673199419903633265</id><published>2011-04-11T21:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:58:52.730+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>How to Become and Remain Aphrodite for ever?</title><content type='html'>No, this is not an other advertising, I will not tell you about the benefits of fitness, the great properties of a new miraculous cream -nothing similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibility I'll show you now will maintain your body young as Aphrodite forever. And "forever" means here for EVER. For millenniums. And maybe till the next Big Bang or humans will distroy our planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is very efficient and was in use from the beginning of the times. The antique Greeks did it. And Romans did it, too. And -what is the most important- it's the excellent solution for both men and women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a female example. The relatively old woman that had a great wish to remain young. She wanted to become Aphrodite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/346667/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5504/liudwp.16/0_54a2b_e95f624a_L.jpg" title="" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her young body. (I do not understand, sincerely, why she needed it? At this age she had to have the head on the shoulders...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/346666/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="500" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5007/liudwp.16/0_54a2a_da9a394f_L.jpg" title="" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is not so old. Men generally do not live so much as the women. Someone said, they are not necessary from the point of view of the survival of the family. The grandmothers are much more useful. In any case, the men have to think about the eternity when they are younger, they have to be always ready. So, this man is about 30, I think. But he wants to remain in the memory as a Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/346669/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5007/liudwp.16/0_54a2d_3d1cd570_L.jpg" title="" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/346668/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="500" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/6003/liudwp.16/0_54a2c_7d72fe90_L.jpg" title="" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1673199419903633265?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1673199419903633265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-become-and-remain-for-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1673199419903633265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1673199419903633265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-become-and-remain-for-ever.html' title='How to Become and Remain Aphrodite for ever?'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8785375510278787473</id><published>2011-04-06T20:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:09:11.083+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Human Eye and Photo Camera</title><content type='html'>I had to visit Naples two times this week and took many photos there. We had sunny weather for some days but than the rain turned back and we sat at home all the Sunday. I wanted to go in Naples on Monday but had doubts I'll be able to walk for hours under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning was suddenly nice. I was really happy to allow me this walk and even had not a coat with me (the photo camera is just heavy, and I do not love bags: with the coat that one has take in the hands the photographing would be unpossible). I was right. The sun was shining brightly all the day. Many tourists in Naples weared t-shirts and even the shirts without arms. My husband began to laugh when he saw me: I was completely red (face and decollete). I have a white skin and do not go out under the sun without protection, but this was the very first sunny day this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I want to show you how was that sunny day on the photos when I saw them on my PC. The second photo I took about an hour later than the first. I could not believe my eyes, you know.My eyes DID NOT see the clouds! And the eyes of my husband, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/345354/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Napoli" border="0" height="267" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5605/liudwp.15/0_5450a_bfbc2a1c_L.jpg" title="Napoli" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/345343/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Napoli" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5407/liudwp.15/0_544ff_e8264098_L.jpg" title="Napoli" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatelly, the happy walks without a coat were not the clever decision. The wind probably was cold that day and I cought a chill...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8785375510278787473?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8785375510278787473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/04/human-eye-and-photo-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8785375510278787473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8785375510278787473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/04/human-eye-and-photo-camera.html' title='Human Eye and Photo Camera'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-3004821081086110626</id><published>2011-03-27T11:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:27:12.309+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Do You Believe in Reincarnation? Here What you WILL be</title><content type='html'>It's a proven fact that after this life there is something more. Nobody knows what but even the physics, scientists, can shhow that THERE IS. Exists. I told you once about the researches in one of the Italian castles where 2 ghosts live. Different devises registeret a strange presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not discuss this fact today, it's very interesting but I just told you everything I knew. I have not new notices for today. In one forum I foound a link to a test that promises to tell you what existance will you have in the next reincarnation. It's a joke, clear, but maybe it will be interesting for you, so I will give you the link, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what reincarnation expects me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will born as a parrot. ( ??? mmmm... beeee... mmm... I don't know why is this choice of animals: lion, bear In Buddhism, the realm of animals is decisely not the "better life" correct me if I mistake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not perfect, but you lead a better life than most. With a few changes now, your next life could be even better".&lt;br /&gt;I agree. With all the problems I have, my life is not so bad. Hope, I can have something better next time .0))) A lottery winner, a private Pacific island owner, a princess of... something very very very, a chest or a cave with treasures founder... yes, to buy than a private island in Pacific and a little ship with a little "chelsy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would YOU like to be in the next life?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the link... Here it is "&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.reincarnationstation.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Reincarnation Station&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-3004821081086110626?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/3004821081086110626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-you-believe-in-reincarnation-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3004821081086110626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3004821081086110626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-you-believe-in-reincarnation-here.html' title='Do You Believe in Reincarnation? Here What you WILL be'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-4436025739659990358</id><published>2011-03-22T16:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T16:16:38.675+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>There is Not Spring Without Tulips</title><content type='html'>Spring 2010 was not happy for me. For different reasons. One of them was that I did not plant tulips in autumn. I did not think about it before, I noticed it only when I had not tulips in spring. Here, in this part of Italy, persons are not fans of this flower, probably, but for me, grown with this plant as the first sign of coming summer, more than spring, sincerely, tulips are a very important condition of wellbeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I planted some tulips in the vases in autumn and have some of them that just donate me their beauty, now. Unfortunatelly, worms or I do not know what else ate many plants in the vases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/338079/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Весна" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4703/liudwp.14/0_5289f_100fca35_L.jpg" title="Весна" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will maybe not believe me but there are many cactuses that have just flowers, too. It's the second year when they flower so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/338081/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Весна" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/6003/liudwp.14/0_528a1_7bab10ae_L.jpg" title="Весна" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the other sign of spring: cherries open their flowers. They are not the first. The plum tree was the first. But I did not photograph it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/338077/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Весна" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5504/liudwp.14/0_5289d_773bc4d1_L.jpg" title="Весна" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, spring began just, for plants and for animals. But not for humans. The weather is terrible. Winds and cold. (well, relatively...) The red sunset shows how few hope of good day we have... The only good notice is that there are not rains. These days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/338075/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Весна" border="0" height="303" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5407/liudwp.14/0_5289b_93f5bc04_L.jpg" title="Весна" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-4436025739659990358?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/4436025739659990358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/03/there-is-not-spring-without-tulips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4436025739659990358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4436025739659990358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/03/there-is-not-spring-without-tulips.html' title='There is Not Spring Without Tulips'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8552613580138752197</id><published>2011-03-16T11:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:19:39.436+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help needed'/><title type='text'>Loving Host Families for NY Citie's Children Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="title2" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;The Fresh Air Fund asked me a year ago to publish their appeal that they are looking for the families that can invite children to stay with them in summer. Now, I received a mail with the request to publish this notice (I copy from the site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://freshairfundhost.org/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="title2" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;The Fresh Air Fund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In 2010, The Fresh Air Fund's Volunteer Host Family program, called Friendly Town, gave close to 5,000 New York City boys and girls, ages six to 18, free summer experiences in the country and the suburbs. Volunteer host families shared their friendship and homes up to two weeks or more in 13 Northeastern states from Virginia to Maine and Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to host families who open up their homes for a few weeks each summer, children growing up in New York City’s toughest neighborhoods have experienced the joys of Fresh Air experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 65% of all children are reinvited to stay with their host family, year after year. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the Fund thinks  just about the coming summer and invites the families from these zones to partecipate on their program and host children in their houses. This is the map of the zones they need to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://freshairfundhost.org/images/hostmap.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://freshairfundhost.org/images/hostmap.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you or someone you know is able to host, please sign up now.&lt;br /&gt;Please, pass the notice to your friends. &lt;br /&gt;The link of the site is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freshairfundhost.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://freshairfundhost.org/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8552613580138752197?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8552613580138752197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/03/loving-host-families-for-ny-cities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8552613580138752197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8552613580138752197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/03/loving-host-families-for-ny-cities.html' title='Loving Host Families for NY Citie&apos;s Children Needed'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-6120691109645630658</id><published>2011-03-09T14:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:06:51.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Сlosefisted Antique Romans</title><content type='html'>This is a very interesting question I took home after I visited the Arcaeological museum of Paestum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story preceding it is this: antique Romans were, as said in the title, very closefisted. Or maybe they were simply rationally thinking. They adored statues (learned it by previous Greek culture -that is why there are many copies from Greek originals that existed at the times of Romans else) but often had not enough money to buy them for every occasion. So, they adopted a simple strategy: they changed the heads of the statues. The cost of the only head is clearly much more reasonable. Specially, if one lives in the times when the Emperors change faster than the seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, on these two photos, you can see clearly what I'm speaking about. You can see that even the arms could be easily changed if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/333149/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="500" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5905/liudwp.13/0_5155d_d9990e78_L.jpg" title="" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/333150/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="500" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4702/liudwp.13/0_5155e_fcb62219_L.jpg" title="" width="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is about this next statue. It's obvious that the head was broken, the arms and legs broken, too. But one part was clearly replaceble. It's evident even if you see on the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, could you explain me: why had they to change THIS part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/333148/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/6004/liudwp.13/0_5155c_1fe85ede_L.jpg" title="" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-6120691109645630658?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/6120691109645630658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/03/losefisted-antique-romans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6120691109645630658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6120691109645630658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/03/losefisted-antique-romans.html' title='Сlosefisted Antique Romans'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8579088840078353245</id><published>2011-02-27T23:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:40:48.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Need comments in Your blog etc? 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I&amp;#39;ll comment in change ( need comments in http://travel.justmarvelousworld.com/ )'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5212202392561824351</id><published>2011-02-27T15:03:00.033+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:15:58.231+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Journalists Killers or Consciousness Rising in Journalism</title><content type='html'>It's maybe normal for humanity, to look for mass crazinesses, and I'm not right when I accuse TV journalists to be conscious indirect killers, but I have the impression that it's the rude truth: the idea fix to appear in TV pushes the instable persons out to invent crimes that will go in the TV news -from one side. And the media shows around these tragedies are seen by other instable persons as the indulgence, permission for themselves to make similar crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some minutes far I read an article written by a journalist how his consciousness rose after he became a journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, the TV news told that the body of the girl that disappeared some months ago was finally found in a river. It was the second case after the journalists created a real bedlam around an other killed girl where all the family (aunts, uncles and specially one of the cousins that dreamed all her life to become a TV star -now in a prison) partecipated very happily on the journalists' inquest. Later, one uncle confessed, he killed the girl, and today they say all those members of the family partecipated on the murder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure, if there was not this "happy partecipation", the second girl would be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not the first case. Years ago after an other TV show when one mother killed her child, there were many months when many other mothers killed their children. One of them drowned even 3 of them in a city lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, there were cases when big dogs killed people. It was the impression that all the big dogs of Italy became mad from one day to other. Every day one or more dogs like Rottweilers etc killed and killed persons. Than,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5212202392561824351?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5212202392561824351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/02/journalists-killers-or-consciousness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5212202392561824351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5212202392561824351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/02/journalists-killers-or-consciousness.html' title='Journalists Killers or Consciousness Rising in Journalism'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-155516392319649859</id><published>2011-02-18T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:21:06.909+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspired Persons'/><title type='text'>Plastic Bottles can Turn to Oil, Gasoline, Diesel, Kerosene!</title><content type='html'>It's absolutely unpossible to understand, for me: WHY they do not use this machine in Naples and other pollute cities???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/azeNV-wNYrI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/azeNV-wNYrI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-155516392319649859?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/155516392319649859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/02/plastic-bottles-can-turn-to-oil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/155516392319649859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/155516392319649859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/02/plastic-bottles-can-turn-to-oil.html' title='Plastic Bottles can Turn to Oil, Gasoline, Diesel, Kerosene!'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1510446941802141021</id><published>2011-02-17T09:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T09:53:24.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspired Persons'/><title type='text'>Human Planet by BBC</title><content type='html'>It's something incredible. The autors, cameramans, all others who worked on this video are not brave -they did a genial work. You don't need my words. Watch it. Better if you can watch it large &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=2HiUMlOz4UQ&amp;amp;vq=large"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=2HiUMlOz4UQ&amp;amp;vq=large&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HiUMlOz4UQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HiUMlOz4UQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1510446941802141021?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1510446941802141021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/02/human-planet-by-bbc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1510446941802141021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1510446941802141021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/02/human-planet-by-bbc.html' title='Human Planet by BBC'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7380584901417999459</id><published>2011-02-15T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:45:03.835+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Had Men in Antique Greece Clothes?</title><content type='html'>When you watch films and visit museums where you can see antique statues and paintings, you could notice that the men are always nude in those representations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explain better my thought: the pictures of different kind representing Romans have the men always weared with something. They are nude only if the statue or picture is a copy of Greek original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/315852/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="371" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5601/liudwp.13/0_4d1cc_85fc8113_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greeks, in different actions like sport, battle, feast, are nude.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the most sources tell that the artists (painters etc) were very precise to paint a person. In fact, if you look at the faces of the sculptures with attention, they are different. So, the artists wanted to paint the reality.&lt;br /&gt;And in this reality women are weared but men are nude. Why? The weather? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/315853/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="164" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5700/liudwp.13/0_4d1cd_8d4b81ea_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we take the modern African etc tribes, they do not think much about wearing both, men and women. And the Greeks had these strange difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I was in Paestum a week ago, it seems to me, I found the explanation. Here is a photo of one of the vases and, as you can see, the men, clearly the head there, is completely weared.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I found the solution!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/315855/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="337" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5700/liudwp.13/0_4d1cf_bb55d4a5_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-7380584901417999459?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/7380584901417999459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-men-in-antique-greece-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7380584901417999459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7380584901417999459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-men-in-antique-greece-clothes.html' title='Had Men in Antique Greece Clothes?'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7389544969579867693</id><published>2011-02-08T14:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:59:09.454+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Birth of Venus or Have You Twins?</title><content type='html'>We were in Cava dei Tirreni yesterday, and I had to wait for my husband in the car. It's too expensive to pay every stop you have to do, so we make this way: one remains in the car and the other goes to do what is necessary. This time was I waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a splendid day, yesterday, so much sun we did not see since autumn. I did not see police nearby and went out from the car that was in the shadow. On the sun, I began to walk here and there. Two women stoped there, too. They spoke about something. After that, one of them come to me and said me: I looked at you when you waked here. Do you know that you are very very similar to a main character of one famous picture? Unfortunatelly, I can't remember the name of the picture but it's very very famous, you know.&lt;br /&gt;-I know that picture, I answered. It's The Birth of Venus. &lt;br /&gt;-Oh yes!!! You are right! The Birth of Venus!&lt;br /&gt;-The life is strange, my lady, everything repeats always... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/7d/Botticelli_Venus.jpg/350px-Botticelli_Venus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/7d/Botticelli_Venus.jpg/350px-Botticelli_Venus.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, there were many times in my life, specially when I was young, that different persons said me, I'm similar to the woman on the picture (even if I thought always, I was more beautiful from all points of view).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the words of Ecclesiastes that I like very much: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is  done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the  sun.&lt;br /&gt;Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us. &lt;br /&gt;11  There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any  remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after. (&lt;a href="http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Bible_%28King_James%29/Ecclesiastes#3:19"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;What I want to say: the picture waspainted circa 1487. 400 years later the nature created a person similar to the girl on the picture (me). It seems that the Nature has not so many varieties and repeats itself from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know other similar examples?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-7389544969579867693?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/7389544969579867693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/02/birth-of-venus-or-have-you-twins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7389544969579867693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7389544969579867693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/02/birth-of-venus-or-have-you-twins.html' title='The Birth of Venus or Have You Twins?'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-2131018257047207043</id><published>2011-02-04T11:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:40:29.499+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>I Love Stalin</title><content type='html'>One of my friends in a Russian social network published this photo yesterday. The man is adult enough to understand the history and generally writes about the events in the country (he lives in Russia) that touched him. This photo he posted without any explanation "just to remember it"&lt;br /&gt;(I think this has to be the place near the Wall of Kremlin in Moscow, on the photo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.rus-obr.ru/files/stalin_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.rus-obr.ru/files/stalin_1.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally do not write about politics, you know. I think, those games are all premeditated and -what is "better"- the public characters are only marionettes.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it becomes surprising to observe the "movements" of those who really governs, like this recent case with Italian Premier who was catched by some "hidden" forces for about a year with culmination in December. I envy his power of the soul, you know. In the worse moments, he could rise his head and suddenly turn that fashinating man of about 15 years ago, when all the women of Italy loved him, and all the men had the hope THIS one can change the cource of the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what about Stalin. I'm really amazed to see this photo. I'm too young to remember the history related to his government. The only memories about him are connected to my grandfather. He always chanted a kind of hymnus dedicated to the fallen soldiers and to "father" Stalin who guided them against the enemy (my grandfather was a soldier during the World War II, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sister of my grandmother said me (when I asked her what is this phenomenon about the modern great nostalgy for Stalin) that after the war when everything was destroyed, when many men remaind killed on the battlefields, when the life was so impossible, Stalin adopted the politics to lower regularly the prices of the most important aliments. This way the population was always content.&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to the actual situation when the real cost of the life in the years of euro -about 10 years?- rose ...how many times? We were able to make our daily shopping with 5000 Lire =2,5 euro? before. Now, we need 15-20 euro a day. So, the cost of the life grew 10 times. Disel for the car 1 l was euro 0,824 at the moment of change -now 1,3.. something like this. No, not 10 times else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say? All we know what means this constant growth of prices with the salary that does not grow. We become all depressed, nobody wants to do anything because we hardly can survive with the situation we live in, day after day. More we work lower is our level of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The politics of Stalin was very different in this sense. The persons were very happy that the war was finished, they knew, they have work hard to see their life better and better every day, the situation of the families better because they work hard. From other side, the criminals were punished and thought many times before they did something bad -summary in poor words. Better&amp;nbsp; and sure -the keywords.&lt;br /&gt;And this was the source of their happiness, their love to Stalin, I think.&lt;br /&gt;This memories, the older generation tells them to the younger and they dream about a "good governor". &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Travel and &lt;a href="http://travel.justmarvelousworld.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cruise Articles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in my blog "Marvelous World of Travel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%80%D0%B0%D0%B1%D0%BE%D1%82%D0%BD%D0%B8%D1%86%D0%B0/users/fme654/view/196430"&gt;&lt;img alt="Подмосковье.Дом Отдыха. 1948 год.Работницы фабрики им.Клары Цеткин" border="0" height="280" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/3110/fme654.1a/0_2ff4e_9ff1af0b_L.jpg" title="Подмосковье.Дом Отдыха. 1948 год.Работницы фабрики им.Клары Цеткин" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D1%80%D0%B0%D0%B1%D0%BE%D1%82%D0%BD%D0%B8%D1%86%D0%B0/users/fme654/view/196430"&gt;Подмосковье.Дом Отдыха. 1948 год.Работницы фабрики им.Клары Цеткин&lt;/a&gt;» на &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-2131018257047207043?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/2131018257047207043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-stalin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2131018257047207043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2131018257047207043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-stalin.html' title='I Love Stalin'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-6688215695940113601</id><published>2011-01-26T21:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:25:15.898+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Lion and Lioness in the Medieval Sculpture</title><content type='html'>The antique Benedictine Abbey in Cava dei Tirreni (Salerno, Italy) I visited about a week ago had a surprising peculiarity I wanted to show you. Unfortunatelly, I have not all "collection" of photos, have to make them when I have the possibility. But what I have is just interesting. If you want to read my reports about this visit (and it was very nice), you can read my posts &lt;a href="http://travel.justmarvelousworld.com/2011/01/11/christianity-italy-pilgrimage/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to Reinforce Your Spirituality in an Antique Monastery"&gt;Reinforce Your Spirituality in an Antique Monastery&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://vacation-travel-talk.blogspot.com/2011/01/christian-pilgrimage-to-antique-abbey.html"&gt;Christian Pilgrimage to Antique Abbey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/308986/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Лев и Львица" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5802/liudwp.12/0_4b6fa_d5e07d5_L.jpg" title="Лев и Львица" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just discussed the strange period between Roman Empire and Medieval times (yes, you are right, those were early Middle Ages but...) when, at least it seems so, the craftsmen forgot many of their knowleges. If we confront ceramics -Greek and Roman, you know, it was splendid- with early Medieval pieces found in the castle of&amp;nbsp; Salerno, for example, where you can see only a curve line as a picture, and in it's maximum expression -spirals and a kind of stilized leaves. Ceramics is the most easy to remember confront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/308987/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Лев и Львица" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5900/liudwp.12/0_4b6fb_e5f15218_L.jpg" title="Лев и Львица" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/308981/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Лев и Львица" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5500/liudwp.12/0_4b6f5_5edbbb8f_L.jpg" title="Лев и Львица" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you have to know that people in early Middle Ages (locals were called "Romans" else, and they continued to follow the laws of Roman Empire) remembered something from those "glorious" times but did not know the details. One of the memories were, probably, the battles of gladiators. And the grandparents transmitted to the grandchildren stories about the terrible beasts. One of them was the lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/308983/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Лев и Львица" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5207/liudwp.12/0_4b6f7_204c90eb_L.jpg" title="Лев и Львица" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my personal interpretation. It can be that the artists knew about the lions from the stories of the pilgrims and travelers that visited Holy Land, even if I think that the poor beasts were extincted since unmemorable time in North Africa in that period because we know that Romans had grave problems to obtain new beasts for their gladiatorial shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/308984/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Лев и Львица" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4400/liudwp.12/0_4b6f8_b18118af_L.jpg" title="Лев и Львица" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/308985/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Лев и Львица" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5702/liudwp.12/0_4b6f9_1746008b_L.jpg" title="Лев и Львица" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remains the security that the artists did not know precisely how the lions look. The lionesses. But Christian church adoptet the figure of the lion as a sign of the power of the church (in one interpretation) or as a custodian (in an other interpretation that seems to be not confirmed by the sculptures). And the artists had to represent them.&lt;br /&gt;Look at my photos. First 6 are from the Dom of Salerno. First are the lions that had to meet the believer for the entrance in the atrium (XIII more or less) and had to remember him that the Church is powerful as the Lion but loves it's followers as the Lioness loves her kittens. Look at that Lioness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second couple is for the main entrance in the basilica. About XII century. Those seem both lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this last photo of the lower part of the ambon (XII century) in the Abbey (an other is in the Dom of Salerno, the others are in Amalfi and Ravello and probably in other cities, too).&amp;nbsp; Now, look at the second lion. It's a lioness! (by the way, there was nobody except me that noticed it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/308982/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Лев и Львица" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4402/liudwp.12/0_4b6f6_abea9ef9_L.jpg" title="Лев и Львица" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you interested to visit Italy? Salerno? The Benedictine Abbey celebrating it's 1000 years this year? Contact me, if you need a guide, a planner -all the necessary help. &lt;a href="http://www.justmarvelousworld.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="Visit Site"&gt;&lt;span id="site-title"&gt;Travel and Cruise Deals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-6688215695940113601?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/6688215695940113601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/01/lion-and-lioness-in-medieval-sculpture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6688215695940113601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6688215695940113601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/01/lion-and-lioness-in-medieval-sculpture.html' title='Lion and Lioness in the Medieval Sculpture'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8236291868270414123</id><published>2011-01-16T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:49:54.583+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music and dancing'/><title type='text'>Male Dancers' Ballet</title><content type='html'>Classic Ballet is one of my favourite from the times I was a schoolgirl. Our parents, our school and our music school -all were very busy to take us in the capital, Vilnus, to show us all the possible ballets and other performances. So, "Giselle" by A. Adan I've seen at least 100 times. "Swan's Lake" was more difficult to find there, probably it was more complicated ballet and they did not had it in Lithuania, I don't know, but it was very often in TV and I know it good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what you will see here, in these video (and I advise you to watch other videos of this company, «Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo» or «The Trocks») is absolutely unique. Great male dancers that parody the famous ballets. I do not remember when I laughed so much. You don't need to be an expert to understand the very high class of the dancers. The most famous theaters probably envy this company so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dukNqMl05lg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dukNqMl05lg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8236291868270414123?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8236291868270414123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/01/male-dancers-ballet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8236291868270414123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8236291868270414123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/01/male-dancers-ballet.html' title='Male Dancers&apos; Ballet'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-219930457414389778</id><published>2011-01-10T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:12:26.091+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>Spring in Italy is Just Begonnen</title><content type='html'>Winter in Sud Italy is really a relative conception. We have just the signs of spring for some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/304164/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Весна пришла" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5301/liudwp.12/0_4a424_506c25a4_L.jpg" title="Весна пришла" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to visit Badia di Cava dei Tirreni, a very antique and spectacular abbey on the mountains in front of our hill, on Saturday. They have Millennium this year (the monastery was founded in 1011) and everybody who comes at 9 in the morning can visit the underground part of the abbey. You can imagine that it was mandatory for me to visit it, because it's important for my studies of the Medieval history of the region. (By the way, do you need a guide for your visit of Italy? Or a travel agent that knows the situation in Italy personally? Contact me "&lt;a href="http://www.justmarvelousworld.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Travel and Cruise Deals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 km of viewroad from the Abbey, and I wanted to make this walk till the under the mountain situating town after the visit. So, I can show you the photos of our zone from opposite side than my "regular" photos are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first amazing view is that of the sea and the zone of Salerno. I said you, the next sea is about 10 km far from our hill (Vietri sul Mare) and you can see a "mirage" of sea in some clear days. But here is the real "mirage" of the sea (because it's similar to fog here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/304165/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4512/liudwp.12/0_4a425_d6f5ebfc_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the hills are not very high. I don't think they are higher than 700 meters over the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/304163/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4402/liudwp.12/0_4a423_925cfcf5_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, I can show you the hill where I'm sitting now and writing this words. If you look left from the center, there is a "trasversal" hill. It's not too high, only about 300 m but it's position allows to see the Vesuvius from one side and the sea from other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/304166/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5702/liudwp.12/0_4a426_feced72e_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/304167/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Вот с подножья этого холма я пишу тебе..." border="0" height="329" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5502/liudwp.12/0_4a427_b1dd3bb3_L.jpg" title="Вот с подножья этого холма я пишу тебе..." width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the high time to begin the controls in the garden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-219930457414389778?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/219930457414389778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-in-italy-is-just-begonnen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/219930457414389778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/219930457414389778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-in-italy-is-just-begonnen.html' title='Spring in Italy is Just Begonnen'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1506434945425120827</id><published>2011-01-05T20:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:16:47.959+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music and dancing'/><title type='text'>Tango on the Stick</title><content type='html'>Tango is a great show in it's "normal" variety. If you read my blogs, you will surely remember that post about the tango-shows in the streets of Buenos Aires (&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://vacation-travel-talk.blogspot.com/2010/01/tango-in-streets.html"&gt;Tango In The Streets&lt;/a&gt;)These shows are surely organized by the owners of the locals, I think, but it not makes them less interesting and spectacular. Specially for those persons that come by and stop in that locals, maybe waiting that the artists come for their dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an other video of the tango performance. I would like to see it with my eyes, you know. It is delightful, what some persons can do with their bodies. I admire all my life athletic shows. But this one gratifys all the senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWxcVyBRecE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWxcVyBRecE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other performance is about tango, too. I would say, it's a psychological novel, and, sincerely, I do not like the theme. Why I wanted to add this video here is the great work of the artist. I like great shows and this is one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rnGBTpVFCtM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rnGBTpVFCtM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argentina... There are so many interesting &lt;a href="http://travel.justmarvelousworld.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Travel Destinations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that everybody of us would like to visit at least once in the life. You can find articles about them visiting my dedicated blog. 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If you are interested in a specific offer mentioned there, you have to write me (liudmila-@hotmail.it) and I will send you the information -I do not send it without a request, so be sure to ask me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1506434945425120827?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1506434945425120827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/01/tango-on-stick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1506434945425120827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1506434945425120827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2011/01/tango-on-stick.html' title='Tango on the Stick'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8580756663356316849</id><published>2010-12-31T20:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:53:54.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Bathrooms For Every Taste</title><content type='html'>Bathrooms, toilets and accessories are the products &lt;a href="http://www.betterbathrooms.com/"&gt;betterbathrooms.com&lt;/a&gt; sell for years, and that is why they can offer the best prices for the modern collections you can see not only on their site's pages but in the numerous showrooms all over UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The products you can see there are literally thousands. They are up to dated and manually selected by the sales team. The quality of the bathrooms is guaranteed, but if you are not satisfyed, you can claim the change of them. In case you are not happy with this or that item, company provides 7 days money back guarantee, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly team helps the clients to find and to choose the bathrooms of their dreams and the delivery service is rapid: you will receive your order in only 3 to 5 working days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting the site you will find a pleasant surprise: you can save changing your bathroom significantly. There are different money saving offers in all categories. And products on sale have ever 60% discounts from regular price. But don't hesitate too much if you like something because such special prices are available till stock lasts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site offers you the reviews of the products and you can read them before you make your decision. Once the order is delivered, you can use the site to track your order and to contact the team in case you need their assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an advertising post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8580756663356316849?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8580756663356316849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/12/better-bathrooms-for-every-taste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8580756663356316849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8580756663356316849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/12/better-bathrooms-for-every-taste.html' title='Better Bathrooms For Every Taste'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-3485907511756191845</id><published>2010-12-31T15:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T15:58:39.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kilat.ru/animirovannye-kartinki-novyj-god.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://kilat.ru/prazdniki/noviy-god/novyj-god-238.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-3485907511756191845?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/3485907511756191845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3485907511756191845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3485907511756191845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-3586912776657948092</id><published>2010-12-30T13:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:27:06.561+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Odysseus That Sailes 10 Years Round Sicily</title><content type='html'>Some days ago, one of my friends sent me a joke: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Odysseus wanted so much to turn home, but the bad Gods created him obstacles for 10 years. He said so to his wife when he finally came home, at least. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9f/Odysseus-003.jpg/200px-Odysseus-003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9f/Odysseus-003.jpg/200px-Odysseus-003.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, I watched a TV-program conducted by an archeologist, Valerio Massimo Manfredi (that wrote different really splendid fiction books about historical facts -I highly recommend to read them if you like history), where they told about the archeological discoveries that could confirm or deny, if such a king could really exist, and if the story told by Homer is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They analyzed the story told by Homer and designed the map of his (Odysseus') voyage. You will not believe me maybe, but the facts are these: Odysseus, after he left Troya to turn home with his 12 ships, made circles around Sicily for 10 years. Once, he even arrived to Ithaca: the sailors could see the island far on the horizon, but the bad Gods turned him back in the golf of Naples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this voyage, he first lives one year with an enchantress, lefts her because dreams to turn back to the wife, than finds an other woman, nymph Calypso, and remains with her for 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me honestly: is the joke I mentioned at the beginning of the post not a truth????&lt;br /&gt;And I believed, Odysseus was a heroe and an exemplar husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;But the archeological discoveries confirm every word you can read in "Odyssey".&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested to see with your eyes countries and places that Odysseus visited and where he lived, it's enough to book a &lt;a href="http://dreamvacation.cruisebrothers.com/"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mediterranean cruise &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, sail Greece, Italy, North Africa and see them so, as Odysseus did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-3586912776657948092?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/3586912776657948092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/12/odysseus-that-sailes-10-years-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3586912776657948092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3586912776657948092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/12/odysseus-that-sailes-10-years-round.html' title='Odysseus That Sailes 10 Years Round Sicily'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7152116327237280657</id><published>2010-12-25T18:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:42:38.387+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>A Smile for You</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I wish all the best to you, my dear friends and here is the gift: a smile (pass to my other blog to smile more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Practical proctology (&lt;a href="http://korova.ru/"&gt;korova.ru&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.korova.ru/humor/pics/part6/260219180746885440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://www.korova.ru/humor/pics/part6/260219180746885440.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="..И тебе блошку..." src="http://kotomatrix.ru/images/lolz/2010/12/25/775838.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kotomatrix.ru/"&gt;Смотреть ещё!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Не пущу! - Сказала попа Хватит на меня приключений..." height="279" src="http://kotomatrix.ru/images/lolz/2010/06/06/595145.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kotomatrix.ru/"&gt;Смотреть ещё!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-7152116327237280657?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/7152116327237280657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/12/smile-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7152116327237280657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7152116327237280657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/12/smile-for-you.html' title='A Smile for You'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7908193702725049572</id><published>2010-12-21T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:42:16.786+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to do'/><title type='text'>How to Find the Best Blog Hosting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.webhostingfan.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Website hosting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a theme every blogger begans to think about, sooner or later. There are different reasons why we would like to pass to a paid hosting but when we give a glance at great quantity of offers, we take fright of them. Why are they so numerous, you ask yourself? It's because there are many different needs. Personally, I choosed what was more familiar for one blog and, for an other site, a great offer. I did not know at the time, for example, that there are shared hostings for bloggers. That means, as the name suggests, a hosting plan paid by different persons. And there are other interesting possibilities, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, you have to read &lt;a href="http://www.webhostingfan.com/reviews/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Web Hosting Reviews&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; written by expert webmasters before you decide which of available offers you have to accept. There are such things like bandwidth, for example etc. I did not know about it when I tryed to pass to a low cost hosting once. The result was that my site could be seen by the visitors only a very limited number of times a month. I worked so much to create and maintain that blog -and the bandwidth or what it was finished after some days! It was terrible for me and I left that hosting after some months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An other important question when you pass to a paid account is &lt;a href="http://www.webhostingfan.com/2010/10/the-4-basic-elements-of-web-hosting-security/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;web hosting security&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. From my personal experience I know that there are persons that can reveal you password if it's not enough sure, they "open" your site and add own content in it. Specially, if you have a "fix" site and do not visit it very often, this is a real possibility. To avoid such inconveniences your password has to be complicated enough and do not contain words you use in other internet activities like mail address etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, give a look at the reviews and explanations before you decide to pass to a paid hosting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-7908193702725049572?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/7908193702725049572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-find-best-blog-hosting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7908193702725049572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7908193702725049572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-find-best-blog-hosting.html' title='How to Find the Best Blog Hosting'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7733435284700900636</id><published>2010-12-15T11:14:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:46:52.867+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Grandy Frost and Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://bearwife.blogspot.com/2010/12/bring-christmas-back.html"&gt;Bear Wife&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;began to write about Christmas and Santa Claus, and I thought about our, Russian, tradition. Our Grandy Frost is surely more beautiful and properly clothed in confront to S.Claus. Because I read, S.Claus comes from Irish or something like this tradition, I do not understand, why has he not a good fur coat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%B4%20%D0%BC%D0%BE%D1%80%D0%BE%D0%B7/users/art-alex3036/view/287768"&gt;&lt;img alt="C Новым Годом!" border="0" height="256" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5802/art-alex3036.2b/0_46418_e19f762c_L.jpg" title="C Новым Годом!" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;«&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/search/%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%B4%20%D0%BC%D0%BE%D1%80%D0%BE%D0%B7/users/art-alex3036/view/287768"&gt;C Новым Годом!&lt;/a&gt;» на &lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This (in the bottom) is a very beautiful old soviet film for children where you can see many pagan spirits inhabitated forests etc in the imagination of Russians (in the pagan times and in some cases today too -I'm an alive example ;-)). You don't need translation to understand the film, so I only tell you in poor words the story you see here. &lt;br /&gt;The boy is looking for the girl he loves and has to fight bad forces to find her. The girl -too beautiful for the stepmother and her daughter- was left by her father, too week to say a word against the new wife, in the forest. Grandy Forest, patroling if all the beings in the forest feel good, finds the girl and takes her in his house to save her from the death. 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I thought it would be not very good to avoid this argfument, specially because I found interesting things to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names of many Italian folk dances we know from the classic operas where the composers liked to add them. One of these names you will surely recognize: tarantella. I wrote about &lt;a href="http://travel.justmarvelousworld.com/2010/12/05/the-good-news-christmas-italy/"&gt; Italian folk music group&lt;/a&gt; that visited our excavations' site and decided to learn more about that strange instrument, zampogna (I'll write about this "research" in my next post). This way I found interesting videos with modern "natural" tarantella dancers. Look how brave is the second dancer here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="333" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.libero.it/static/swf/eltvplayer.swf?id=640cffee8f253af70a6dd9d52be268e9.flv&amp;ap=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.libero.it/static/swf/eltvplayer.swf?id=640cffee8f253af70a6dd9d52be268e9.flv&amp;ap=0" width="400" height="333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is interesting in all these dances -watch once more if you did not notice it: the dancer can not touch a woman when dances. And look at them what are they doing around the females! The dream of every girl about her Prince Charming is something like this, women will agree with me. This "special" behaviour of the man that treats her with the most respect (in Medieval sense of the word) -I want you so much, I'm ready to do all the stupidities of the world for you, but I do not even touch you with a finger.&amp;nbsp; :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my suppose or invention. When I learned waltzer, our teacher told us about this rule. In waltzer, the man has not to touch the nacked skin of his partner. Well, you will say it's not about the modern dancers. But if you've noticed, the poor man would look too much time to find a covered place in the modern clothes of the walzer dancers. And will lose the competition. This is the reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="333"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.libero.it/static/swf/eltvplayer.swf?id=3208d91e8d052787d902073dd2f93e94.flv&amp;ap=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.libero.it/static/swf/eltvplayer.swf?id=3208d91e8d052787d902073dd2f93e94.flv&amp;ap=0" width="400" height="333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-6585417658909536009?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/6585417658909536009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/12/italian-folk-dances-alive-tarantella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6585417658909536009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6585417658909536009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/12/italian-folk-dances-alive-tarantella.html' title='Italian Folk Dances Alive: Tarantella'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-4407050516157278502</id><published>2010-11-22T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:25:07.883+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>Wow! Giant Honey Fungus</title><content type='html'>The Flood we have just for more than 2 month (I can't understand where the good God finds so much water???) and the warm temperatures (imagine, we had about 20°C for some days!) created great conditions for mushrooms. I asked my husband that is the main responsible for the mushrooms pick up in the family because he eats them, if their period is just finished. He said that probably he did not notice when they grew because it rains so hard that it's unpossible to go out, often. It was only a week ago. Yesterday he calls me and shows me his catch. Honey fungus ( &lt;i&gt;Armillaria&lt;/i&gt; ). But so big like ceps (&lt;i&gt;Boletus edulis&lt;/i&gt; ). I add the latin names because I am not sure that I found right names of these mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to show you this marvel of the nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/277183/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="266" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/6001/liudwp.e/0_43abf_d20580b8_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make you clear the dimensions of them I took one in the hand. And this one was not the biggest, you know. This was medium. I never saw mushrooms of this specie so big as this year and -what is more surprising- they are all good. No one worm or something like this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/277184/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="266" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5902/liudwp.e/0_43ac0_bd0d602d_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We cood not believe our eyes and took photos to preserve this moment in time. :-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/277185/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5602/liudwp.e/0_43ac1_42573013_L.jpg" title="" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-4407050516157278502?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/4407050516157278502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow-giant-honey-fungus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4407050516157278502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4407050516157278502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow-giant-honey-fungus.html' title='Wow! Giant Honey Fungus'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8038007347390471417</id><published>2010-11-10T19:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:19:02.364+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Persons Illuminating the World -is it Paranormal Fenomenon?</title><content type='html'>Documentary about the lives of Dalida and Joe Dassin (I post here their songs to remind you whom I'm speaking about) turned my mind to an observation: did you notice that there are persons that seem to be a sort of globe-lightning, an aggregation of all energies, an explosion. They illuminate everything around them, they can't stop, they burn alive (in all senses because they do not live long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These persons are not happy in their private life, too. They have nothing for them. Their task is to burn and to illuminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about MY life. It seems to me, I never had so powerful passions. And most of persons I ever knew did not have them too. Some of them could maybe have a great love. O hate an other person. But normally all the emotions are -call them so- "medium" if not "low".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak here about paranormal things from time to time. Didn't you think, this strange fenomenon is paranormal, too? Oh no, I don't want to be trite, using this word to attract your attention. No. I really find it strange. It is similar to those pictures of Zeus that has many arrows in his hands and throw them in one unlucky being. Hope, I could explain the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 6 milliards of humans on the Earth but only some of them are objects of these arrows. It is not similar to the waves because the waves have a certain regularity. In this case, it's really similar to somebody who sits somewhere there and throws balls of energy here or there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, probably, will say that there are many of them. No. There are those "medium" among all "low" bundles. Those explosive are very rare. There were "special" times, epochs in the history when they were more numerous. So, Russians speak about "Golden Century of Russian Literature". More or less the same period is in German Literature too. As example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I undersand that my question is rhetorical. But it would be very interesting to know what do you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gp6hZa6JKC8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gp6hZa6JKC8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XZpQV3r5w7k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XZpQV3r5w7k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8038007347390471417?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8038007347390471417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/11/persons-illuminating-world-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8038007347390471417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8038007347390471417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/11/persons-illuminating-world-is-it.html' title='Persons Illuminating the World -is it Paranormal Fenomenon?'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-6441097051352955300</id><published>2010-11-03T13:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:24:29.381+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>My New Cactuses</title><content type='html'>The garden was my last thought in summer and autumn because summer is too hot to go out, and these months I was dedicated to my travel agency project as you know. So, as usually everything is neglected. Even if I had a disappointment at not getting the right flowers this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/266039/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="195" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5206/liudwp.d/0_40f37_be811b3c_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will maybe remember that I spent much in spring for surfinias, fuchsias and other species of flowers that are not appropriate for this climate. Unfortunatelly, they can't stand too much hot. And do not remain for the next year as their wild relatives that I had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/266038/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="230" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5901/liudwp.d/0_40f36_7bc3a8c6_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure I will leaarn to never buy plants more, but I could not resist without buying some tulips and cactuses when I've seen them in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/266035/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="396" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5800/liudwp.d/0_40f33_b1f22810_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love tulips so as I love them? My biggest dream is to go in Holland in spring to see all those incredible beauties. You can't see them here in the streets so as they are planted everywhere in Swiss, for example. Maybe you will remember my posts about my visit of&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://travel.justmarvelousworld.com/category/swiss/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lugano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this year where there were many photos of flowers there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/266036/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="342" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4509/liudwp.d/0_40f34_82cbcf_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tulips I will show you in spring -I planted them in the vases this time. The photos I post today show you cactuses I have in vases now (I have some of them in soil too -cactuses like to grow in soil but I do not like them to clean from the weeds so I turned most of them in the vases this year.If you know the names of them, write me pls so that I can read about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/266037/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="196" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5206/liudwp.d/0_40f35_f74b820e_L.jpg" title="" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I had once many years ago, it had a leopard skin flower that had very bad fish smell. Here you see the flower is dark red. I read their flowers have that smell dipending from the place of origins. Fish smell they have when they come from the deserts near ocean. Well, I'm not sure. I read about it when I had that first cactus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/266034/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4603/liudwp.d/0_40f32_50f8705e_L.jpg" title="" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/266040/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/6000/liudwp.d/0_40f38_34477e14_L.jpg" title="" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-6441097051352955300?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/6441097051352955300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-new-cactuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6441097051352955300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6441097051352955300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-new-cactuses.html' title='My New Cactuses'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-2849279223277302531</id><published>2010-10-23T10:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:49:36.023+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Thieves in the Supermarkets</title><content type='html'>It's possible to write sagas about the thefts in the supermarkets. Did you ever seen mothers with their kids that open wrappings of different products and eat them near the shelves? I don't tell you about entire families of Gipsies in the ipermarkets near Naples: they build their houses near the big mall areas and have their meals in the fast foods, in the same ipermarkets and -in passing for a "Big King"- steal something in the parked cars. So, their houses under expressway's bridges seem to be villas more than nomad camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, the prices in Italian supermarkets are 3000% higher than the original price of the product. And everybody becomes angry listening this number. But ones we can say some words about the expences of the shops. Here are some dates of the statistic from the supermarkets of Moscow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are those persons that steal?&lt;br /&gt;You are not right if you think those are nomads and poor people. Very often, rich and even very rich, respected and admired characters can't stand to take something gratis from the stands. Why? They don't want pay. Every year about 30 000 thieves are taken in the supermarkets of Moscow (mmm... it seems too low number to me). The owners spent more than euro1 miliard for security devises etc but they lose 2 miliards. Nothing to do. If you think it's only about Russia -no, I just wrote about Italy and there are similar dates about US too. Probably, it's the normal side of human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they steal?&lt;br /&gt;Not only sausages, sweeties and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Here, in our zone, they wrote once about two men that wanted to steal a 5-liters bottle of wine, for example. The corageous girl-cashier was alone in the shop and did not say anything but followed the men in the street and alarmed the neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a joke in confront to "professionals" that are able to take out 10 telephones, a printer, clothes (sometimes changing old and wearing new in the fitting room), make-up, drugs and baby-food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/s-s-nega/view/300680/"&gt;&lt;img alt="БРАТВА ..." border="0" height="254" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4510/s-s-nega.27/0_49688_b2f62c65_L.jpg" title="БРАТВА ..." width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/s-s-nega/view/300680/"&gt;«БРАТВА ...»&lt;/a&gt; на &lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes curious things happen.&lt;br /&gt;One woman in Moscow wanted to steal alive sturgeon. (photo)&lt;br /&gt;She put it under the clothes and went to the cash desk. But the fish began to move and the woman felt bad. All the stuff&amp;nbsp; run to the desk to help the client ...and were astonished when found the reason of her indisposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we have not judge supermarket owners too much...&lt;br /&gt;q&lt;br /&gt;q&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-2849279223277302531?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/2849279223277302531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/10/thieves-in-supermarkets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2849279223277302531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2849279223277302531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/10/thieves-in-supermarkets.html' title='Thieves in the Supermarkets'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1972948601853724833</id><published>2010-10-20T13:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T13:53:33.796+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Dic. 21, 2012: The End of the World is Moved</title><content type='html'>The End of the World predicted by Maya and said to occure on Dic. 21, 2012 will not happen.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... And how we have to live now???&lt;br /&gt;If you did not hear about it, I'll list the arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 -nobody knows precisely how to convert the Maya Calendar into our modern calendar. It's because Maya Calendar was based on astrological events some of them is unpossible to trace today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different converting systems, noone of them is precise. So, the predicted event (End of the World) can occure 60 days later. Or in an other date at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 -the event we all wait so much is described by Maya not as the End of the World but as the end of the Long Count. They had long and short periods in their calendar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/bmv170151/view/214537/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Обсерватория майя" border="0" height="323" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5200/bmv170151.5/0_34609_e615f4_L.jpg" title="Обсерватория майя" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/bmv170151/view/214537/"&gt;«Обсерватория майя»&lt;/a&gt; на &lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1972948601853724833?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1972948601853724833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/10/dic-21-2012-end-of-world-is-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1972948601853724833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1972948601853724833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/10/dic-21-2012-end-of-world-is-moved.html' title='Dic. 21, 2012: The End of the World is Moved'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-6998472617339650359</id><published>2010-10-14T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:12:01.492+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><title type='text'>"What Will Happen to the World if We Leave Afganistan"</title><content type='html'>The title of this post I took from the magazine. After I've seen the photos, I thought, maybe they have some reasons to say so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write often about the destiny of the woman in our world in this blog and sometimes you do not approve me. Even I, myself, not always approve my posts if I think about it -from time to time. But when I see such testimonials, I change the idea and write about it once and once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the husbands, boyfriends etc kill their ex-s every week in ITALY. The TV News tell about these cases every time, and noticed that they are too numerous, these cases. And they counted them. Maybe Italy is too little and every similar case is an event. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these photos (click numbers over the photos to pass from one to other -you don't need the translation; if you want it, it's Russian)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://svpressa.ru/society/photo/32025/5#f"&gt; http://svpressa.ru/society/photo/32025/5#f&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://svpressa.ru/photo/32025-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://svpressa.ru/photo/32025-1.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://svpressa.ru/photo/32025-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://svpressa.ru/photo/32025-13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-6998472617339650359?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/6998472617339650359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-will-happen-to-world-if-we-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6998472617339650359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6998472617339650359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-will-happen-to-world-if-we-leave.html' title='&quot;What Will Happen to the World if We Leave Afganistan&quot;'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-4392860765342430334</id><published>2010-10-10T08:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:25:43.160+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help needed'/><title type='text'>Our Help Made the Difference!</title><content type='html'>All you know that I often partecipate on the campains to help somebody. I even can say, it's the main reason why all my blogs exist in all these years. It's not a bragging. I always try to help with my posts, with money. Some of you even argue with me because there are too many beggars in internet, and often it's difficult to distinguish between good people and those who wants to live on the neck of trustful bloggers. Well, these my friends are right too. But I try to help if I think it's about the right reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, those who organize the compains of help do not think to inform the partecipants about the results. In all these years I have only thank you comment from the organization that protects leopards. And it was a couple of back-mails from the funds where I personally sent money. Ah, no, I'm not right, many persons followed my links to the Baby-seals protection appeal and other humanistic and animal protection appeals -but I knew about them from my analytic program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this day is very happy. Very Very Happy. And I want to share the message with you because this letter is for YOU. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hi Liudmila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write you a quick note to thank you for helping us this year  with your post on Liudmila's Diary. The Fresh Air Fund was thrilled  with all of the interest generated within the blogosphere for our Fresh  Air children. We had close to 5000 volunteer host families open their  home to a NYC child and 3000 children visited our camps. It was a great  summer! Our Facebook Page continues to be a hub of activity for all  things Fresh Air Fund. There are some excellent photos and videos we've  posted along with photos from our host families. Please "like" us and it  would be great if you could encourage your readers to do the same:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/freshairfund" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/freshairfund&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us at The Fresh Air Fund really appreciate your support. Together  we can make sure these children have everything they need well in  advance: camp counselors, host families, and plenty of resources!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so very much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-4392860765342430334?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/4392860765342430334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-help-made-difference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4392860765342430334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/4392860765342430334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-help-made-difference.html' title='Our Help Made the Difference!'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5607337298133433974</id><published>2010-10-07T14:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:11:28.882+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Shocking Indian Movies</title><content type='html'>Indian movies were for me those sweet-sweet-sweeeeeet love stories. I've seen last of them about ...mmm... I don't know, more than 30 years ago. Today my blogger friends opened me the eyes on the modern Indian Movies. Hollywood's bestsellers pale in confront of this. The first... yes. But the SECOND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hs_wAZS9fEI&amp;hl=ru_RU&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hs_wAZS9fEI&amp;hl=ru_RU&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fsQbsSMeFV4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fsQbsSMeFV4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5607337298133433974?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5607337298133433974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/10/shoking-indian-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5607337298133433974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5607337298133433974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/10/shoking-indian-movies.html' title='Shocking Indian Movies'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1529684311945613330</id><published>2010-09-29T12:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:05:49.948+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Why Charlemagne did not allow his daughters to marry</title><content type='html'>As you know, I study everything I can find about the history of Salerno in the period from Longobards till Normanns. And it's about a year that I am bounded to this study because I find something new every time I finish the previous book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wanted to write here something interesting from the actual situation in Italy or in the world today, but, you know, it's really a sad picture that I found looking around in the internet. The news and articles are about what bag is good for this autumn (yesterday I spoke with a friend that said me: she do not buy anything more for the lack of money in the family) (ah, by the way, if you are interested in that bag, open the casket of your grandy and pull out one of those), about who made the baby to Kurnikova -Iglesias or not, and about the boil on the chin of a quarrelsome show-girl. And there were other "interesting" notices. I thought, maybe you are tired to read about this jumbling too. Let's look in the human lives in Middle Ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some curiosities about&amp;nbsp; Charlemagne. I'll&amp;nbsp; tell them to you to make your life more happy (if the Kings are so...) They say, the poor King of France had not money for his family and had to organize a chicken farm to sell eggs to balance his counts. His car was a car of a common Frank, his clothes were poor. As a King he had a "special" pet -an elephant that he loved too much. So much to make him die from the ingestion of all those things that the owners want to offer to their loved pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had 3 wives that gave him different daughters (I don't know the precise number). Charlemagne never allowed them to marry and took them with him everywhere. There are modern opinions about his "special" relations with his daughters -did you notice that every any relation is always judged as "special" in the last years? Well, reading about his personal story, I do not agree with these opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughters of the kings had too bad destinies in that epoch. Just as their (Kings') sisters. All they were a specie of coins to create connections between fathers/ brothers and their friends or enemies.&lt;br /&gt;The same Charlemagne married one of the daughters of the King of Longobards. Probably, that was the most powerful character in that period. Nobody knows the reasons (even his biographer) but after some time Charles sent his wife back to her father. And it was the reason to begin a war (when Charles win and became a King of Longobards too).&lt;br /&gt;The war began later when the daughter of Robert Guiscard was refused by Bizantines. And there are many other similar examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From other side the offended sister/ daughter coud provoke her husband to assault her father/ brother.&lt;br /&gt;It was so with Sighelgaita, the wife of Robert Guiscard, that became the owner of the principality of Salerno.&lt;br /&gt;Similar story happens in &lt;span class="voce"&gt;&lt;span class="catgram"&gt;&lt;span class="artsem"&gt;Byzantium when Anna Comnena trys to become the Empress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="voce"&gt;&lt;span class="catgram"&gt;&lt;span class="artsem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="voce"&gt;&lt;span class="catgram"&gt;&lt;span class="artsem"&gt;So, my dear lovers of the "special" relations between fathers and daughters, the decision of Charlemagne was very very clever: he avoided all the problems connected with the daughters this way. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;son-in-law/ brother-in-law -no wars, no revolutions at least from THIS side. :-)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1529684311945613330?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1529684311945613330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-charlemagne-did-not-allow-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1529684311945613330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1529684311945613330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-charlemagne-did-not-allow-his.html' title='Why Charlemagne did not allow his daughters to marry'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7462702322356729388</id><published>2010-09-24T12:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T20:12:08.072+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Paranormal Pictures's Authors</title><content type='html'>The third or the fourth post about paranormal events... It's a record for me. I've never wrote more than 1 at a time. But the information about them I receive every day and can't pass over in silence. Specially, because this time it's about a splendid picture of one of my favourite painters, M. A. Vrubel. You will agree with me after you will observe the picture attentively. I can't copy it so I give you the address to open in a new window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.centre.smr.ru/win/pics/pic0119/p0119_1024.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Thrown Down Demon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I found the picture and some others from "Demon"-series in Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;This theme was very popular in that period: not only Russian writers and painters wanted to explore it but there were world known (actually) explorers like Nitzsche, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/46/Fallendemon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/46/Fallendemon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9f/Vrubel_Demon.jpg/425px-Vrubel_Demon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9f/Vrubel_Demon.jpg/425px-Vrubel_Demon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/23/Tamaraydemon.jpg/427px-Tamaraydemon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/23/Tamaraydemon.jpg/427px-Tamaraydemon.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More&lt;a href="http://vrubel-lermontov.ru/"&gt; Pictures of Vrubel&lt;/a&gt; you can see if you open this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about paranormal here? They say (in the articles I read today) that there are pictures with "black" energy. Everybody who possesses them and even reproductions of them sufffer different and very grave problems. So, Vrubel, when worked on "Thrown Down Demon" (1902), had strange behaviour and, at the end, died in a madhouse (1910).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody who owned "Hands Resist Him" by B. Stonehem undergo premature death. The picture "Crying Boy" by G. Bragolin and it's reproductions caused uncountable conflagrations in North England. By the way, the story of the creation of the picture is bad: the father liked to paint his son crying and tortured him to make the child cry. Both dead shortly after the picture was finished. Father -in&amp;nbsp; fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Water-Lilie"s by C. Mone, they say, provoked fires too. The other picture-incendiary, old man with the streched hand (I did not found the name) is in the Royal museum in Edinburgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gioconda provokes faint if someone looks at her for a long time. (?_!!!) There are many cases with famous persons too (Stendal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of Velasquez "The Rokeby Venus" is so terrible that even the museums did not want to have it in the exposition and it travelled from one museum to other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that the negative energy  of the situation (Crying Boy) concentrates in a picture?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that&amp;nbsp; the hand of the painter was guided by paranormal negative forces (Demon)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I can't answer, it's clear. But it seems to me that something we do not understand, do not see, do not hear have to exist...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-7462702322356729388?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/7462702322356729388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/09/paranormal-picturess-authors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7462702322356729388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7462702322356729388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/09/paranormal-picturess-authors.html' title='Paranormal Pictures&apos;s Authors'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7734285035361494449</id><published>2010-09-21T12:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:19:56.090+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>Paranormal Possibilities to Increase your PR</title><content type='html'>Google and other SEs could probably not imagine that some persons will do everything possible to increase their PR. I do not tell about all those artful tools and inventions advertised for years by all kinds of "gurus" &amp;amp;C°-s (that, tools, do good job only for themselves not for those ignoirant other bloggers that follow their advises).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of bloggers, desperate, decided to try with paranormal. No, they did not use turned over cups or plates to call spirits. (Do you remember those "spiritual" seances from the times of our university youth?) These bloggers are much more modern. Even if I have to affirm that the spirits called with the help of a plate were very collaborative too. Who knows, maybe modern spirits want to be treated in a modern way. In any case the bloggers I speak about decided to organize a virtual spiritual seance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened a list with the blogs's ratings of one of the popular search engines, choosed one of the top 3000, I think, blogs and followed it's performances for a week. It resulted stable enough and was appropriate for the experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the day of the experiment was fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they did:&lt;br /&gt;all the partecipants (and there were many enough even if the precise number is unknown) had to try to access to the Universal Knowledge with their mind, to think about the rating of that blog for some time (1-2 hours) wishing it to have higher place in the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger that organized this spiritual seance noticed that rating of the experimental blog suddenly began to grow. It entered in top 2000 and continued to improve for the next 3-4-5 days. Not too much but... Imagine if the owner of the blog was one of those that control own rating every day. He could have a heart attack observing that unexpected popularity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days later, I saw one of the next posts of the blogger that organized that seance. After 3-5 days of "spiritual" growth of the rating, the experimental blog felt suddenly from the top 2000 to less than 5000. I do not remember the precise number well. In any case it had very bad rating in confront to the time when it was choosen to be the object of the experiment. The blogger-organizer repented with tears the damage all they did to the poor ignorant other blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I was  very sceptic about this experiment and wrote to the organizer they invented not very good game. We are not able to understand the higher forces and every child knows that the thought is something material. We do not know use it properly and can create problems with it. I do not know about the object of that experiment but the organizer was very, very and very unhappy about it, because she was sure she damaged that blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-7734285035361494449?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/7734285035361494449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/09/paranormal-possibilities-to-increase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7734285035361494449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7734285035361494449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/09/paranormal-possibilities-to-increase.html' title='Paranormal Possibilities to Increase your PR'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8136173400317841337</id><published>2010-09-16T15:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:11:14.827+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Video Cut by Invisible Entities</title><content type='html'>This post I had to dedicate to the entities that live around us but we are not able to see them -as I promised you in my previous post. I promised to add a video of the presentation of a book about some rituals in Nepal here, where it's (book's) author, antropologist Martino Nicoletti, told about his experiences during these rituals that he and his friend assisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you will not believe me -because I myself can't believe it- that the video in my PC and in YouTube ... disappeared. Here what rests from it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVehiIIZrBc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVehiIIZrBc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could think that it was an error or somethng else but I watched it just before I registered it in YouTube and it was about 10 minutes long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, some years ago I posted here a video sent me from Kazakhstan about strange figures  near a road. Those friends who reads my blog from that times will, probably, remember that post because it was relatively popular. Do you knw that that video does not exist too? I wanted to send it to one friend and found that post. But there is not video there. "This video does not exist" says the page. I thought, it can be, why not. Why have they (Google video) conserve so old files?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm ... I don't know really what to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll write some words about the spech of Martino how I remember it. I listened it 4-5 times. Unfortunatelly, I do not remember it well. I wanted to translate it at the moment when I'll write the post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ritual was practically a pilgrimage to wake up some spirits and to ask them something (I don't remember what). The monks produced different noises and even threw stones in cemeteries. After that, all the partecipants had visions and dreams to interpret. Martino told that the experience was very real and they felt that Entities. He told, it was something you would never believe if you would not experience it personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say you more? I remember some other peculiarities from the speach of Martino but I don't want to offend those forses. Just that the video was cut, there was something that had not to be published. You could laugh about me but I take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll tell you about an experiment to influence the range of a site in internet that some ignorant persons carry out in June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8136173400317841337?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8136173400317841337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/09/video-cut-by-invisible-entities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8136173400317841337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8136173400317841337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/09/video-cut-by-invisible-entities.html' title='Video Cut by Invisible Entities'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-6026231625719666069</id><published>2010-09-10T22:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:48:48.898+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Children of Yeti Among Us</title><content type='html'>In my previous post I promised to translate the main facts from the articles about the discendants of woman-yeti that lived in a village in Caucasus at the end of XIX century and dead about 1888. As I told you there are many stories about these hominides and not only in Caucasus but in other wild places too. I read many times about yeties that live in extreem North. In my next post I want to translate for you the words of the antropologist Martino Nicoletti that told us about paranormal effects he could assist when studying local rituals in Nepal.I'm sure it will be interesting for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I publish a  free translation of the articles from "Arguments and Facts" I mentioned last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One scientist wanted to exhume the rests of that yeti-woman and her son, dead in 1954, that lived in a village named Thina in Abhasia. The actual residents do not remember the woman because she was just dead when they were burn, but their relatives told about her and her son so much that everybody knew her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local landowner knew that yeti lived not far from the village and wanted to catch her. But she was very clever and avoided all the traps he made. At the end they attract her with the used man underwear. She was so absorbed to play with it that the hunters could take her without problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years she passed in a deep hole but than they domesticated her and after that she lived in the village in a shelter of branches. The man used her for their "games". They gave her alcohol and raped her. She did not learned to speak but knew her name. She did not use clothes and ate with the hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had 4 children, 2 males and 2 females.&lt;br /&gt;The residents of the village remembered one of her sons very good. He was 2 meters tall, had grey skin as his mother, curly hairs and big lips. He lived all his live in the village and died in 1954 about 70 years old. He was a human: spoke as all the people, was married 2 times and had 2 daughters and a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scientists found the skull of Hvit (the son of Yeti-woman) in 1975 (on the photo in part 2 -link in my previous post). The skull has different non-homo sapiens peculiarities. He, Hvit, had high capacities  to analyze information he had from the eyes, high emotinal capacities but not very good logical capacities. Persons that knew him told about his incredible physical forces: he could pick up a chair with a person on it with the teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that the mother, yeti woman, has telepatic capacities and her granddaughter was able to read a magazine with the skin of her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other difference from Cro-Magnons is the form of eye sockets. "Yeties" have them in form of roofs. Finally the form of chin is oval in Cro-Magnons and I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;I form in Neanderthals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvit's skull was more similar to the Neanderthals than to Cro-Magnons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other scientists noticed that the volume of the humans becomes more and more little with time. They studied many Egiptian and other skulls and say that the volume becomes 1 cubic cm smaller every 100 years. And smaller become spiritual needs of the humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neanderthals had high telepatic capacities and high emotional compassion. Charity and clemency in the modern persons are inheritance of the Neanderthals. The invention of the bow and the possibility to kill from large distances transformed Cro-Magnons finally in the persons with&lt;br /&gt;low levels of compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell often about the cases when yeti-men steel girls in the villages in India. The girls, if found than, do not want to turn home and remain with their "husbands". Such cases are in Tibet too. Intersting is that if a child borns similar to yeti, they take him/ her in the forest to "his relatives".&lt;br /&gt;A very famous Russian writer Ivan Turgenev saw once a yeti-woman that wanted to catch him. Turgenev told about this case to Maupassant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientist I wrote at the beginning says there are thousands of yetis in the world. He studied their feetsteps and have seen photos from America and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;The other scientist says ther are "wild" persons that are similar to yeties because they do not wash themselve etc. Those are individuals that decided to avoid the society and to live far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But new findings of "different" people in Indonesia and Altay show that the modern person comes from different species of humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-6026231625719666069?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/6026231625719666069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/09/children-of-yeti-among-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6026231625719666069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6026231625719666069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/09/children-of-yeti-among-us.html' title='Children of Yeti Among Us'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5163806765867637811</id><published>2010-09-01T20:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:47:26.659+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>Are They Really the Descendants of Yeti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static2.aif.ru/public/article/084/6dde54ed3a0dbf87c3bafdf07d13cb39_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 173px;" src="http://static2.aif.ru/public/article/084/6dde54ed3a0dbf87c3bafdf07d13cb39_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many legends about "snowman", yeti -there are differnt names for this fenomenon. I heard these legends for the first time when I lived in Caucasus and we, students of the linguistic university, began our courses of the touristic guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spoke about subjects found at the beginnning of the XX century. Persons treated them very bad when they captured these beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the picture from "&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.aif.ru/society/article/34007"&gt;Arguments and Facts&lt;/a&gt;" here is a yeti-woman, captrued by some hunters in Caucasus. Domesticated, she lived till the death in the village and had children. Actual residents of the village remember stories told by their relatives about the woman. Her son lived there till 1954 and there are different grandchildren now. You can see the photos in the posts: &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.aif.ru/society/article/33693"&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.aif.ru/society/article/33834"&gt; part 2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.aif.ru/society/article/34007"&gt;part 3&lt;/a&gt;). One scientist wanted to study this case and he collected everything about the woman and her discendants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, those beings we hear the stories about are the Neanderthals.  The other interesting conclusion scientists made about yetis is that  they have highly developed part of the skull/brain responsible for the "paranormal" capacities of the persons. They are very sensitive and seem to be able to comunicate with telepatia. That is why they did not need a language. And they are very compassionate at the difference of the Cro-Magnons that are more agressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe you or not believe, it will be intersting for you to give a look on the photos.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 part presents the reconstruction of the face of the son of that yeti-woman and the photo of the twins-sisters, daughters of the grandchild of yeti-woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5163806765867637811?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5163806765867637811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-they-really-descendants-of-yeti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5163806765867637811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5163806765867637811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-they-really-descendants-of-yeti.html' title='Are They Really the Descendants of Yeti?'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8175060159906135416</id><published>2010-08-22T16:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:40:56.319+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><title type='text'>Woman Means Life: She Provides Water</title><content type='html'>Dedicated some time to read about the terrible in many societies fate of the women this morning, I found this video in one of the news sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about Muslim adult men in Gaza that marry 6-10 year old girls, I read about marriages and pregnancies of 13-year old girls in India and thought about incredible differencies between the cultures. I remembered the habits in the society in Caucasus where the woman is not allowed to enter the room if the men eat in it. There are many and many facts that all you know, and I don't want to repeate them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/schetiniina/view/110434/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/3307/schetiniina.0/0_1af62_b41e2786_M.jpg" title="&amp;quot;Родник&amp;quot; А.Пластов" alt="&amp;quot;Родник&amp;quot; А.Пластов" border="0" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/schetiniina/view/110434/"&gt;«"Родник" А.Пластов»&lt;/a&gt; на &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my mother told me that one of my cousins decided to conceive her first baby. She is 38.  She was too busy with her carreer till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video shows an other side of the existance of the woman. Not only she donates life to the person in very literally sense of the word. But her task is to put water in the house too. So, life is unpossible without her.  She is LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;How could humanity develop so that the woman is not seen as a human being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OoEroQ0hXfs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OoEroQ0hXfs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8175060159906135416?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8175060159906135416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/08/woman-means-life-she-provides-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8175060159906135416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8175060159906135416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/08/woman-means-life-she-provides-water.html' title='Woman Means Life: She Provides Water'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-7469028223393216368</id><published>2010-08-05T20:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:05:27.457+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><title type='text'>Loooove... Ideal Male Image of Any Woman</title><content type='html'>When we are young we imagine a Prince -beautiful, courageous, with special clothes, maybe all white or azure. He comes to us riding a white horse. He helps us to overcome our obstacles and liberates us from the bad sides of our life. Is ther a woman that did not dream something like this when she was a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other dream are veiled clothes and brillant ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;And a free flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/elenaorlovich/view/263126/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 304px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5103/elenaorlovich.32/0_403d6_7c40436d_L.jpg" title="LILI" alt="LILI" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/elenaorlovich/view/263126/"&gt;«LILI»&lt;/a&gt; на &lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine an infinite field of flowers (similar to that I've photographed in Alps) all full of light and effervescent. You, slender and thin, weared in light, clear dress, from royal brillant cambric. A gentle, warm wind entwines you, moves your cloth, plays with it. Your Azure Prince looks at you with admiration. You feel so happy and light that begin to levitate. The wind picks you up and the dress flyes around you. You laugh and your voice is like the sound of little bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you recognize this image?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the other version of the same dream (there are some Russian words but they are easy to understand):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12497223&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12497223&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12497223"&gt;Love Story | Max &amp;amp; Valeriya&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/borovskihmichael"&gt;Borovskih Michael&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;You will blame me, but I want to turn you back in the reality.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's difficult to imagine that we can levitate with this weight, first of all. Why we forget that we are women? Don't wear something special, don't try to be beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I'm not right, levitation is the state of the soul and not the question of the weight. It's about the happiness and the acceptance of the life so as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, we ARE women. And this realized dream is in our eyes -wise, compassionate, understanding and loving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-7469028223393216368?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/7469028223393216368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/08/loooove-ideal-male-image-of-any-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7469028223393216368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/7469028223393216368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/08/loooove-ideal-male-image-of-any-woman.html' title='Loooove... Ideal Male Image of Any Woman'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-3892075783671567273</id><published>2010-07-29T09:58:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:33:27.995+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><title type='text'>Woman: Femminism Awakes in Italy</title><content type='html'>"This collection is dedicated to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt; that are proud to be women, that have magnetic fascination, that love to live now and that adopted the seductive stile of the clothes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/annett1005/view/211880/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 252px; height: 377px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/5103/annett1005.5/0_33ba8_d9562a31_L.jpg" title="знойное  лето..." alt="знойное  лето..." align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice and charming introduction, don't you think? It's my translation from one italian site of the modern collection of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;And here is a free summary of what TV news tell here, in Italy, in the next weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 9 cases of murders of the women of different age (from 16 till 40) in the last 2 weeks (new cases were reported in the later news).&lt;br /&gt;Men kill their girlfriends and wives mostly because they -not satisfyed with the relation- express the wish to leave the boyfriend/husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I told about the mass media that drive people with their excited notices about "extreem solutions" to repeate the experience.&lt;br /&gt;Following by the media of a case when a mother killed her 5 years old son -probably mentally ill or in any case not satisfying the requests of the mother to the ideal child- conducted to 2 or 3 months of the continuous murders of the children by the mothers. One drowned 3 of them (from a newborn till 5 or 7 years old -I don't remember today) in a park-lake. Other mother killed her autistic 14-years old son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/annett1005/view/211880/"&gt;«знойное  лето...»&lt;/a&gt; на &lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other situations was clear that the persons commit the delict to be mentioned in TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it seems to arise changes in the Italian society that provoke agression of the men against women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls from our Archeological group asked me:&lt;br /&gt;-You lived in 2 societies -in that Soviet where women were independent, and in the Italian, where they live according to the medieval mentality when the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt; is (it's MY definition) similar to the old chair that nobody cares about, completly dipendent from the man: what is better? There are many discussions about it in our ambience now and I wanted to know the opinion from the first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you see, they recognize the changes too, it's not only my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I thought about the femminism that it is something not right, not good.&lt;br /&gt;It happens often that they laugh about the actions of the femminists. Sometimes they tell about extreem manifestations like those in US when the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt; wants to be absolutely equal to the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/aleksandrn2/view/46600/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 269px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/3605/aleksandrn2.6/0_b608_9d0de48f_L.jpg" title="Девушки в форме" alt="Девушки в форме" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/aleksandrn2/view/46600/"&gt;«Девушки в форме»&lt;/a&gt; на &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But behind all this there are victims of the period of the changes.&lt;br /&gt;We don't think about it. And don't remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-3892075783671567273?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/3892075783671567273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/07/woman-femminism-awakes-in-italy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3892075783671567273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3892075783671567273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/07/woman-femminism-awakes-in-italy.html' title='Woman: Femminism Awakes in Italy'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-2356987028728319164</id><published>2010-07-13T19:48:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:39:22.697+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Bikini or Not Bikini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://svpressa.ru/photo/27660-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 357px;" src="http://svpressa.ru/photo/27660-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor show-girls, top models etc etc! Everybody looks to find imperfections of their bodies, clothes, behaviour, every action and movement. They try to remain what they were many years ago, they, poor, can't even think to say something against media because those media give them their ratings and money. Probably. It's MY opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos in my post are from the russian site "&lt;a href="http://svpressa.ru/culture/photo/27660/1#f"&gt;Свободная Пресса&lt;/a&gt;" where you can see all the collection. The notice is from "National Enquirer" that prepared the advises which from these actresses has not to wear bikini this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible, you will say, I'm not right. The actresses HAVE to be beautiful. We want to see them so, as they were when we loved them. We can not accept that the time runs away for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you explain me, why an adult woman that has 3-4 children has to remain with the body of 18-years old girl? And why her round body is not enough beautiful for the men-journalists of "National Enquirer"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She has cellulite." Well, what is wrong with it? All the women have it from the time they begin sexual relations, scientists say. So, it is the nature of the things. Why she has to wear yashmak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This one has to renounce on fried foods, that one has to forget about ice-creams." &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://svpressa.ru/photo/27660-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 223px;" src="http://svpressa.ru/photo/27660-10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, the mass media have to be paid to educate us good. To pretend that others are so and so, these journalists have to reach those ideals themselves. If he or his wife are perfect on the beach -it's the reason to pretend others are too. Your wife CAN have her cellulite and the actress -not? Why? She likes her cellulite, her husband likes it too. Why have they listen to YOUR opinion? If someone comes in your family and says to you; I don't like the cellulite of your wife... What  will  you answer?&lt;br /&gt;The other question is maybe more important for you, dear journalist.&lt;br /&gt;If someone comes in your family and says: "Oh, boy, I like so much the cellulite of your wife!!!"&lt;br /&gt;What will you think? Answer? Do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't thinbk about cellulite or not cellulite. I like to swimm and I like bikini. It's enough for me. If you don't like, look in other direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-2356987028728319164?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/2356987028728319164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/07/bikini-or-not-bikini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2356987028728319164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/2356987028728319164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/07/bikini-or-not-bikini.html' title='Bikini or Not Bikini'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-435242404566773301</id><published>2010-07-10T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:23:08.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dear friends, my pc does not work correctly else&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i’ll be back when it turns home after the reparation next week&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-435242404566773301?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/435242404566773301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-friends-my-pc-does-not-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/435242404566773301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/435242404566773301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-friends-my-pc-does-not-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-6293813649495119984</id><published>2010-07-03T09:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T10:52:29.090+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life'/><title type='text'>Best Advertising Ever</title><content type='html'>The last article about the achievements of the researchers I read was about the health of our brain. Everybody understands that it is bound to the quality of the food. The article says, Japanese cuisine is the most healthy in the world because they live till 87 -92 years and have excellent look even in the elder age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to maintain your brain healthy and to avoid degenerative changes and illnesses, you have to adopt culinary traditions of Italians. Fish, vegetables, olive oil and wine are good for cardiovascular and nervous systems, blood circulation and decrease the possibilities to gain those bad deseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I wrote about the quality of aliments we buy in the shops and eat. During this weekend that I passed with my friends in the Alps, I understood what is really the quality of the food. Look at my photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a field near the house of my friends. It was covered with flowers that weekend. I was different times there but never in the period of the flowering. It was something absolutely incredible. I live on a hill, you know, and we have fields too. There are flowers all year long here. So, I'm accustomed to it. But here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://travel.justmarvelousworld.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 274px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/3416/liudwp.a/0_311ac_6d54ba97_L.jpg" title="Spring in the Alps" alt="Alps,field,flowers,spring" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quantity of species was unpossible to count. Flowers were big as normally hybrids are. I do not remember smells, maybe because I was too absorbed in watching, touching and listening the song of a brook. Or maybe because a bee stung me, and I had not a wish to smell. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the next day we passed walking. There are many pathes for tourists there. I'll write about it in my &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://travel.justmarvelousworld.com/"&gt;travel blog&lt;/a&gt;. There were fields and flowers everywhere. And there were cows too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://travel.justmarvelousworld.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 277px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/53/liudwp.a/0_311aa_6738f2b1_L.jpg" title="Spring in the Alps, cows" alt="Alps,field,flowers,spring,cows" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen how happy were the cows to go out for a walk and how happy they were to eat all these herbs. Mmmm... What a splendid breakfast! -thinks Mrs. Cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://travel.justmarvelousworld.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 278px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/3415/liudwp.a/0_311ab_6283289_L.jpg" title="Spring in the Alps, cows" alt="Alps,field,flowers,spring,cows" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I decided to buy some of the local sweeties to take them home and to eat foods and drink milk from these region when it will be possible for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-6293813649495119984?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/6293813649495119984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-advertising-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6293813649495119984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6293813649495119984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-advertising-ever.html' title='Best Advertising Ever'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-409513502984217960</id><published>2010-06-23T20:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:49:11.622+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persons'/><title type='text'>Community Populated by Mediums</title><content type='html'>Are you surprised?&lt;br /&gt;Ha! There are many of them all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Entire villages, entire communities, as said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many years ago, about 20, not last month as the fable tells, I visited Italy as a tourist. My friends wanted to show me all the interesting plases possible and we went to a feast of a village I do not remember where it was.  The feast began in the evening. It was a very little medieval village with it's narrow streets. All the population of it had to be Mediums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, most of the performances we've seen that evening were only games in medieval society. But near one of the little shops I saw a tall and very lean man with enormous black eyes. That man sorted me with his look among all the visitors of the shop and began to speak with me. He was too frightful, and I did not understand good enough Italian else. I was frightened. He insisted. Come here, I have to speak with you! I run away. In the same moment I regreted it. But I could not near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe I could avoid great sufferings and many errors if I would speak with him. But I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other case when I knew about a Mediums village was not so far ago. I was in our museum when some women come. They listened to Pietro and wanted to sit and to rest a little. When they wanted to go away they told me they come from a community of the witches situating not far from Benevento. My god! If I knew about it before, I would ask them to tell me about it! It's so interesting!&lt;br /&gt;We were numerous in the museum that day but the women wanted to tell it only to me. I attract Mediums. :-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I attracted Mediums too.&lt;br /&gt;I received a mail with a link to a VERY interesting video -here is the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26184891/vp/37844628#37844628"&gt;http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26184891/vp/37844628#37844628&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what they write to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We are working with HBO on their upcoming documentary “No One  Dies in Lily Dale”.  It is the fascinating story of a small community in Upstate New York populated by Mediums. It will  air on HBO on July 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is a part of the article about the documentary.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really very sorry that I canot watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Since 1879, Lily Dale’s residents have thrown open their doors to the outside world, allowing visitors to “meet” and “speak” with the spirits of loved ones who inhabit the realm between this world  and the next.  Registered through rigorous testing by the town’s boards of directors, the 40 spiritualists of Lily Dale, who practice “mystical mediumship,” include:  Anne Gehman, a well-known medium who often works with police forces and government agencies looking to solve  crimes; Greta Lestock, whose father was a medium in Poland, although she did not start practicing spiritualism until she moved to Lily Dale; Gregory Kehn, who  says he died three times in one week at age 11, and believes the spirits are  always with us; Sherry Lee Calkins, who claims to have been able to see spirits  since she was six, and whose two sisters are also mediums in Lily Dale; and internationally renowned visiting medium Michelle Whitedove, a medical intuitive who describes her gift as “a blessing and a curse.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         NO ONE DIES IN LILY DALE visits this idyllic community, described by  visitors and residents alike as a place with a concentration of energy, where  every year more than 25,000 people come to find closure after the loss of a loved one.  Among those featured in the film are:  Ronald Holt, a Chicago police officer whose teenage son was an innocent victim in a gang  shooting; Rebecca Fabricius, a young woman seeking answers about the mysterious  death of her fiancé; and Debbie and Rom Hamernick, who hope to understand why Debbie’s recently deceased mother cut her out of her will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         While some visitors are skeptical, and remain so after their “readings,” they come for help in the healing process.  Along with the inevitable tears, the town and its inhabitants usually evoke  smiles and bring a profound, surprising sense of connection with the world  beyond to its visitors.  Whatever their story, each one leaves with a different  view of Lily Dale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-409513502984217960?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/409513502984217960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/06/community-populated-by-mediums.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/409513502984217960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/409513502984217960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/06/community-populated-by-mediums.html' title='Community Populated by Mediums'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-3103256899660202491</id><published>2010-06-23T17:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:33:36.987+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happiness and Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/dedeelena/view/189693/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 403px; height: 220px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4205/dedeelena.17/0_2e4fd_a42ea977_L.jpg" title="Моя Вселенная..." alt="Моя Вселенная..." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/dedeelena/view/189693/"&gt;«Моя Вселенная...»&lt;/a&gt; на &lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhism and Bon practices help me reach the state of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know WHY it is so, it has not importance for me. I just understood we have not to look for explanations of the feelings or the "paranormal" events that happen from time to time in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spoke about it with different sceptics and specialists (like medicians etc) and they say: I do not believe in their "paranormal" nature but... we have to study these events to understand them. So, they accept the idea they exist, these events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhism tells about many different &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Universes&lt;/span&gt; and many different worlds and planets. They say, we visit them in our reincarnations. We do not live only on the Earth and not only as humans or animals etc. We can reincarnate on every planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an other interesting explanation and want to tell it to you. The author says it's the point of view of Vedas. I do not know, if it's true. I'll only tell you the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes to us from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Universe&lt;/span&gt;. Universe is happiness. Every point of Universe gives us an other kind of happiness. Every person has his/ her own understanding of happiness and consciously or unconsciously trys to reach that special point of the Universe, containing that special kind of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this way, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard it before, that is why it's interesting for me to know your points of view and your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-3103256899660202491?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/3103256899660202491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/06/happiness-and-universe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3103256899660202491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3103256899660202491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/06/happiness-and-universe.html' title='Happiness and Universe'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-184706289326496061</id><published>2010-06-19T18:13:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:45:06.511+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help needed'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Modern Tale: Two European Women Save Children of a Monastery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Please, post this fable in your blog! You can help children to survive -and it will cost nothing to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story began some years ago when 2 European women met a Lama Bon that shortly arrived in Swiss from Tibet. The women were searching for spiritual development and were very brave students of this Teacher. They were devoted to their Teacher, and was logically they decided to visit Nepal or Tibet or India to become closer to the culture they studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their pilgrimage, our heroines reached Sikkim in India and found a Bon monastery Yungdrung Kundrak Ling in very difficult condition there. Monasteries are very important in that part of the world because they are centers of culture, schools for children, probably the only possibility to give education to the new generations, not only places where monks can live and practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A monastery I write about with only a few adult monks had a group of children that lived there. (photo was taken in spring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/193300/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 292px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4306/liudwp.a/0_2f314_4973a205_L.jpg" title="Монастырю в Сиккиме нужна помощь и нужны помощники" alt="Монастырю в Сиккиме нужна помощь и нужны помощники" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/193300/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the women I write about, we practice together, and know about their compassionate hearts, their wish to help everybody who needs help, their capacity to sacrifice themselves to the right cause. You can understand from it that they decided to pass their vacation helping the monks to maintain this school. They cooked, washed clothes, taught English and did everything was necessary. Both, they have grown own children and could not see without doing something to help how hard the life was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the photo Geshe Gelek Jimpa reads and translates a greating letter sent from the monastery to the children of a Swiss school for their help:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/193297/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 277px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4306/liudwp.a/0_2f311_39e98488_L.jpg" title="Монастырю в Сиккиме нужна помощь и нужны помощники" alt="Монастырю в Сиккиме нужна помощь и нужны помощники" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here what one of them, Daniela, tells:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good health is very important there. The nearest doctor is 4 hours jeep journey and all day long walk far from the monastery. When I was there, soot entered into an eye of a 12 years old cook. This problem seems not grave but it can damage the eye for all the life. I had drops for eyes with me and cured the eye of that child. After that they treated me as a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the photo is a check the children of the Swiss school sent in the monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/193298/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 434px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4302/liudwp.a/0_2f312_85feac32_L.jpg" title="Монастырю в Сиккиме нужна помощь и нужны помощники" alt="Монастырю в Сиккиме нужна помощь и нужны помощники" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve probably just said it: what all similar organizations need are money. All over the world. Yes, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Turned home, our courageous women began to think where they could find money to help that monastery. They told about it everywhere. Many persons helped. Even the children from the schools their daughters study at wanted to give what they could and to send in the monastery. The abbey of it wrote a letter to these children and you can see it on the photos. Daniela asked Geshe Gelek Jimpa to translate it on the ritrit in April (2010).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ursula, that passed her vacation this year in the monastery too (in winter) wrote to all those who participated on the fund raising a year ago. I cite some dates here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends and sponsors from Germany, Italy, Swiss, France and Spain... I could take euro 14,030 with me this time. Hope you’ve received thank-you letters from the monastery. The monks earned euro 2135 for the rituals they do, the government of Sikkim gave them euro 3000. With this money they began to repair the buildings of the monastery but there is much to do else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monastery needs your help if you want to go there. If you ask it, you will have the teachings in the monastery. You can ask the visa 2 times for 45 days in Sikkim now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Write to Usha for more information ushala@aol.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Information Letter from the Monastery&lt;/span&gt; you can find here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lazy-yogi.com/2010/06/life-of-children-in-monastery.html"&gt;Life  of Children in a Monastery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-184706289326496061?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/184706289326496061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/06/beautiful-modern-tale-two-european.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/184706289326496061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/184706289326496061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/06/beautiful-modern-tale-two-european.html' title='A Beautiful Modern Tale: Two European Women Save Children of a Monastery'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8896729383285501836</id><published>2010-06-16T08:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:43:03.214+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Against GM Foods</title><content type='html'>European parlament had to be like all other parlaments an institutio n to protect European citizens from the bad sides of the life (among many other tasks). In the time hat passes we see that it is to protect the riches and to make them more and more rich killing all us that vote that parlament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote about my personal tragedy with all not natural, industrial foods. I do not digest industrial additives to the foods and have eternal problems with digestion. Nothing to do, says the physician, be attentive of what you eat and avoid foods you do not digest. Even in this moment when I write these words I feel bad. For 3 or 4 days I can't clean my body from something I ate. I assure you it's very bad feeling and I do not know WHAT was it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that ALL the products we eat today have something bad inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a garden and grow fruits, and we know, it's unpossible to have even one normal cherry without using pesticides today. The old persons say, it was not so years ago. There were not so many different illnesses and harmful insects etc. Probably, modern hybrids of the plants are not so resistent as the plants produced by natural selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, pesticides are not enough more. They need an other enemy. The European parlament allowed the cultivation of the GM plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends sent me a petition against this decision of the European parlament fo sign. They need million signs to send this petition to the parlament. If you want to partecipate, you can open this site (there are many languages there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.avaaz.org/en/eu_health_and_biodiversity/?fp"&gt; https://secure.avaaz.org/en/eu_health_and_biodiversity/?fp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can look at the main page to choose your language&lt;br /&gt; that it http://www.avaaz.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8896729383285501836?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8896729383285501836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/06/against-gm-foods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8896729383285501836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8896729383285501836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/06/against-gm-foods.html' title='Against GM Foods'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-3398585312916996590</id><published>2010-06-09T09:57:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:32:56.179+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Fuchsia... Fuchsias...</title><content type='html'>Books write that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuchsias&lt;/span&gt; come from the dense forests of the Andes where they created a connection with hummingbirds for pollination. That is why they have these colors, this form of the flower and absence of a smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many species of fuchsias disappear from the Earth for disafforestation and the associations protecting this plants ask all fuchsias lovers to adopt these species in their gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said everything in the first paragraph, I could not dream to have them because the climate is too hot here and because I did not have shadow for them. I tryed them once, years ago, but they did not survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/187228/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 428px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4203/liudwp.a/0_2db5c_ba481ce2_L.jpg" title="Фуксия королевская мозаика Royal Mosaic" alt="Фуксия королевская мозаика Royal Mosaic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3-4 years ago I bought wisterias and created a corner of shadow in the yard. That is why I decided to try to grow fuchsias once more. I bought 2 gigant and 3 normal&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fuchsias&lt;/span&gt;, all erect, by Bakker. This plants are in the shops here too, but they are different and with simple flowers. I like to have special hybrids, so I decided to buy what I like via internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/184829/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 295px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4205/liudwp.9/0_2d1fd_daac1cec_L.jpg" title="Фуксии" alt="Фуксии" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UK, US and Germany sites have so many differrent species! You can lose consciousness only looking at them. But they do not sell abroad. Bakker offers interesting hybrids too. I did not find other possibilities and ordered there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the photos you can see what I have today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/187255/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 429px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4202/liudwp.a/0_2db77_4f7cceeb_L.jpg" title="Фуксии" alt="Фуксии" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigant varieties are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fuchsia "Royal Mosaic"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/187229/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 369px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/2814/liudwp.a/0_2db5d_75399a1_L.jpg" title="Фуксия королевская мозаика Royal Mosaic" alt="Фуксия королевская мозаика Royal Mosaic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bella Rosella&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/184830/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4203/liudwp.9/0_2d1fe_9ae11cf2_L.jpg" title="Фуксии" alt="Фуксии" border="0" height="414" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First flowers were really gigant. Next grow more little. In any case they are much bigger than other 3 varieties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuchsia&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walz Jubelteen&lt;/span&gt;" seems so simple but the colors are very gentle and very pleasant to look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/187254/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 427px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/2814/liudwp.a/0_2db76_a4b13b33_L.jpg" title="Фуксии" alt="Фуксии" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuchsia "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ellebel&lt;/span&gt;" has 2 colors and is not erect till today. Maybe because it's too little else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/184828/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 354px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4202/liudwp.9/0_2d1fc_42235995_L.jpg" title="Фуксии" alt="Фуксии" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuchsia&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catootje&lt;/span&gt;" feels probably not very good. It's very little, and I have only 2 flowers. The weather is rainy, there is not sun, the plants have not enough light. I do not change their position to get them accustomed to their place. From other side,  there are very hard windswhen it rains, and it's too cold when the sun shines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/184823/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 351px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4304/liudwp.9/0_2d1f7_7e55b3bc_L.jpg" title="Фуксии" alt="Фуксии" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-3398585312916996590?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/3398585312916996590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/06/fuchsia-fuchsias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3398585312916996590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/3398585312916996590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/06/fuchsia-fuchsias.html' title='Fuchsia... Fuchsias...'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1630547252839923046</id><published>2010-05-31T13:46:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:54:40.869+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Improving the Quality of Writing</title><content type='html'>Many bloggers try to earn something writing the advertising posts in their blogs. I blog from 2006 and began to write that articles from 2007, I think. I don't know about those bloggers that earn hundreds of thousands with their blogs (except those known "gurus" that, probably, really do it). Most bloggers I know have only "pizza-money". If they have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you finally understand, it's not the right way to work. It's a slave job. And nothing depends on you. It's lack of respect for yourself, if you work so much and sell your efforts for zero, practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, I began to look for other applications of what I know to do.  And I know only write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is not my mother-tongue, I never participated on special writing courses and never use English out of my blogs. So, I never would think about more or less professional writing in English. But in the last period I received some assignments from UK, and these companies wanted correct English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to write with more attention to the language, I discovered different bad habits I acquired, writing without taking care about the purity of the language. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 I've never corrected spelling in my posts, comments, mails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write very well Russian (normally, it's an exception of the rule -most persons in all countries write with errors :-) ) and when I read any written text with errors in Russian, I feel bad. Why I never thought that other persons can have the same feelings towards English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different reasons we have spelling errors. The fingers touch an other key or do not press them good, the keyboard does not work or we are distracted by our thoughts... It's so simple to use Gmail Documents where there are different Tools (Spelling/ Word count/ Word definition etc -all these in different languages that you can choose). I don't like writing there, they, Documents, are not very comfortable in use, but it's simple to paste there the text for controls after finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Very scanty number of words I use normally in my written English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take any dictionary and look at the fist page, you will find the number of words this dictionary contains. Here I have a little English-Italian dictionary with 120 000 words, as example. Nobody uses so many words in the normal life conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I was a student I remember that a 6-7 year old child  uses about 3000 to 7 000 words. The genius of Russian Literature, A.S. Pushkin, used 21 290 words in his works. I wanted to know, what about English. A very interesting article in AskOxford (&lt;a href="http://www.askoxford.com/oec/mainpage/oec02/?view=uk"&gt;Facts about the language&lt;/a&gt;) gives this number:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If we decide that around 90-95% of the corpus gives a reasonable idea of  an average vocabulary, we are left with a figure somewhere in the range of 7,000-50,000 lemmas: say,  25,000.What does a vocabulary of this size represent? It represents the set of most significant words  in English: those which occur reasonably frequently and which account for all but a small part of  everything we may encounter in speech or writing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It includes all the words that we actively use in  general everyday life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's probably true for the most used words generally. Not the number of the words one person uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are very repetitive, researchers say. We do always the same things, visit always the same places using the same itineraries, say always the same words. One of the writers describes a person, Elochka Cannibal, that used only 10 words to explain everything she needed in her life. "Guy!!! Cooool!!!!" with different tone had different significations. In confront of English I feel myself similar to that Elochka, from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve this problem, I have a special system.&lt;br /&gt;Because I need contemporary spoken language, reading books is not very fortunate decision (even if this is always indispensable). Some teachers advise to read newsletters and magazines, but the journalist's language is not "alive". This exercise is good if you have not other sources. A really great solution today are blogs. It's enough to find persons which language you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore to read Perry Marshall's and Hope Clark's newsletters. I read them with a pen in the hand and a notebook where I write all their "pearls". I have some other interesting newsletters. The treasures I collect in my notebook I try than to use in my articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Grammar is a tragedy of my blog posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I add here? Grammar is the main point. You can't explain your thoughts correctly if you don't compose your phrases in the right way. And this is not the worse side. The worse is that the readers do not understand the thoughts you want to explain. To prove it, I post here an example I found today, reading grammar rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You should not ride motorcycles       that are dangerous.  ( it &lt;i&gt;restricts&lt;/i&gt; which motorcycles (only       the dangerous ones) should be avoided)&lt;br /&gt;You should not ride motorcycles, which are dangerous. ( according      to this sentence, &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; motorcycles are dangerous and should      not be ridden.)&lt;br /&gt;What a difference      a comma can make! (&lt;a href="http://distancelearn.about.com/gi/o.htm?zi=1/XJ&amp;amp;zTi=1&amp;amp;sdn=distancelearn&amp;amp;cdn=education&amp;amp;tm=1740&amp;amp;f=11&amp;amp;su=p897.8.336.ip_&amp;amp;tt=2&amp;amp;bt=0&amp;amp;bts=1&amp;amp;zu=http%3A//www.wisc.edu/writetest/Handbook/index.html"&gt;Writing Center&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Looking for good free English lessons I found these sources:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://distancelearn.about.com/od/onlineresources/a/25WriteSites.htm"&gt;The 25 Absolute Best Web Resources for Writers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JenniferESL and bizpod in YouTube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1630547252839923046?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1630547252839923046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/05/improving-quality-of-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1630547252839923046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1630547252839923046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/05/improving-quality-of-writing.html' title='Improving the Quality of Writing'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-1121683591974371402</id><published>2010-05-18T19:00:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:46:23.390+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>What would happen to Medusa today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ef/Medusa_Bernini_Musei_Capitolini.jpg/150px-Medusa_Bernini_Musei_Capitolini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 172px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ef/Medusa_Bernini_Musei_Capitolini.jpg/150px-Medusa_Bernini_Musei_Capitolini.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo from: &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gian_Lorenzo_Bernini" title="Gian  Lorenzo Bernini"&gt;Gian Lorenzo Bernini&lt;/a&gt; ai &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Musei_capitolini" title="Musei  capitolini"&gt;Musei capitolini&lt;/a&gt; (Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You surely know this story from Greek mythology. This female monster was guilty to turn to stones everybody who looked at her. After hero Perseus beheaded her, Athena placed that head on her shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Medusa had probably bad life because could not have friends and had to live always alone. But what is worse, she could even not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Near them their sisters three, the Gorgons, winged&lt;br /&gt;With snakes for hair— hated of mortal man—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/vsejdu/view/332361/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/9/vsejdu.2/0_51249_3b907ad1_M.jpg" title="лысая" alt="лысая" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/vsejdu/view/332361/"&gt;«лысая»&lt;/a&gt; на &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/"&gt;Яндекс.Фотках&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story I wanted to remember you because I found a photo with an interesting explanation of what it is. The modern interpretation of the antique myth. Here you can see what did Medusa with her hears (according to the author of the article I read and where I found the photos):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 302px;" src="http://kotomatrix.ru/images/lolz/2010/05/17/575890.jpg" alt="Горгона постриглась." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who did not understand the joke (there was just written here: it's "HUMOR")I repeat my answer to one of the readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a joke. It wants to say, this joke: "If Medusa woud live today, she would not suffer her bad destiny, she would not live without friends probably. She woud cut her hairs and wear special glasses. And she could live among all other persons and have a normal life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real myth you can read in hundreds of books and in hundreds of sites. Why had I to repeat it in my blog once more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-1121683591974371402?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/1121683591974371402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-would-happe-to-medusa-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1121683591974371402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/1121683591974371402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-would-happe-to-medusa-today.html' title='What would happen to Medusa today'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8797042948654355241</id><published>2010-05-18T13:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:45:15.931+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Cherries Don't Wait For Good Weather</title><content type='html'>It's raining. All the days. Every day. The rains are very very strong. It is unpossible to go out. The spring passes without that someone notices it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cherries do not cure about the rain. They are ready to be picked up. There are not stinking beetles, the birds do not come to eat cherries in the morning. They are clean and beautiful. They are fresh and splendid. The miracle of the nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this year they are sweet. Year ago it was unpossible to eat them because they were too acid. But this year they are very very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I have to do something from them this year. If I'll be able to pick them up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/176469/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 403px; height: 281px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4211/liudwp.9/0_2b155_c6026f35_L.jpg" title="Черешня" alt="Черешня" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/176466/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 424px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4209/liudwp.9/0_2b152_a802cb39_L.jpg" title="Черешня" alt="Черешня" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/176467/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4211/liudwp.9/0_2b153_582d7bde_L.jpg" title="Черешня" alt="Черешня" border="0" height="500" width="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8797042948654355241?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8797042948654355241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/05/cherries-dont-wait-for-good-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8797042948654355241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8797042948654355241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/05/cherries-dont-wait-for-good-weather.html' title='Cherries Don&apos;t Wait For Good Weather'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-6582755063712238345</id><published>2010-05-14T18:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:52:35.853+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>This Blog Will Thrill You</title><content type='html'>New but just very interesting and covering all the themes of everyday  life is the  blog. I began  to read it and was really delighted. I'll tell you about some of the  articles and am sure you will instantly visit it to enjoy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  first article that attracted my attention was about the chocolate  facial mask. Surprised? I was too. What do we know about chocolate? It's  very healthy and sweet foodstuff. Well, if we eat it without running to  extremes. The author discusses the other quality of this product. It's  capacity to improve the state of the skin. I thought: there are so many  natural remedies to cure our look. Why do we use synthetic creams  running the risk to have allergy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found different posts about  psychology. We often are afraid to make necessary passes to save  relations with other persons. In this blog there is an article offering,  for example, solutions when we have to apologize to somebody. And what  do you think about the categories of habits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many  interesting opinion articles. They speak about esthetic surgeries and  telepathy, about ambitions and phobias. It seems, the themes are too  complicate but the language is easy to understand for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody  will be afraid of the word ,  however. Many persons associate it with the negative sides of the life.  You are not right. This blog, as declared, is about a diversity of  topics. You won't regret spending your time there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-6582755063712238345?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/6582755063712238345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-blog-will-thrill-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6582755063712238345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/6582755063712238345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-blog-will-thrill-you.html' title='This Blog Will Thrill You'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-5687675789054199948</id><published>2010-05-10T13:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:03:51.724+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Why They Do Not Want To Forget?</title><content type='html'>One article that I read a day ago had this title: We will never forget! It was abut the Second World War. I read the article and thought: it's not right behaviour. It's better, if we forget such terrible events and live in peace and love. The person is not guilty if one of the members of his/her family was fashist. etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw this photo posted by one of my blogger-friends.&lt;br /&gt;I changed the opinion.&lt;br /&gt;We have never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/third_stranger/pic/00052k86/s320x240"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/third_stranger/pic/00052k86/s320x240" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://zakkusufair.livejournal.com/847510.html?view=4118166#t4118166"&gt;http://zakkusufair.livejournal.com/847510.html?view=4118166#t4118166&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-5687675789054199948?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/5687675789054199948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-they-do-not-want-to-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5687675789054199948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/5687675789054199948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-they-do-not-want-to-forget.html' title='Why They Do Not Want To Forget?'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555728540908531141.post-8414807078388951325</id><published>2010-05-04T18:23:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:52:22.559+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curious'/><title type='text'>A Story about an Appearance of S.Fortunato to a Salernitan Man</title><content type='html'>These last days I'm very busy with the discovering of the medieval history of Salerno. It is not because I do it to study but because I speak with persons or read dedicated articles and ask questions about what I read or heard. To answer such a question I have to open everything available. And it is practically nothing of available, I have to claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting for me are the stories of the persons. There are legends, there are fables, there are common points about this period. And there are real stories that are much more interesting, and tragic, and legendary, and fabulous than any legend, fable, story, Hollywood creation etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among them are the stories of the local Saints. SS. Fortunato, Gaio and Ante for Salerno, for instance. I paid attention to this story by accident, exploring the arms of the noble families and archbishops of Salerno. But I had some photos and so, decided to tell you this story today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/170648/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 304px;" src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/9/liudwp.8/0_29a98_2c2d7702_L.jpg" title="Салерно, кафедральный собор" alt="Салерно, кафедральный собор" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is not very good but it contains important elements. This is the chapel of the Saints in the crypt of S. Mathew of the Salernitan Dom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The personal stories of the Saints are not clear (I was not able to find something, at lest). It's known only, they were tortured near &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://travel.justmarvelousworld.com/2010/05/04/visiting-salerno-italy/"&gt;the wall of Salerno&lt;/a&gt; (in my post), where a church was built than, that contained reliquiaes of the Saints (actually in a special place fenced by sticks on the photo) and the column (first on the left) on (?) which the Saints were decapitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the church was outside the wall it was not protected, and Saracens wanted to loot it in 871-872. There was the leader of the siege, emir, there too that died with his men in that moment for the collaps of the church. And Salerno was saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other story is about a Salernitan man. In the same period (871-2) S. Fortunato appeared to this man and said him he has to go to the prince and to convince him to make a sortie against Saracens. The sally was successful. If we think that the sieges normally finished when the leader was dead, probably this sortie happend before the collaps of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some doubts: how could a simple man come to the prince and convince him to make a sortie, it seems interesting to me, specially if who knows who comes and says: I've seen a Saint telling me to do this or that, but local history is full of similar legends. And -!!!-residents continue to revere them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a better photo of the same chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://fotki.yandex.ru/users/liudwp/view/170647/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img-fotki.yandex.ru/get/4209/liudwp.8/0_29a97_37695cbb_L.jpg" title="Салерно, кафедральный собор" alt="Салерно, кафедральный собор" border="0" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555728540908531141-8414807078388951325?l=interestsgroup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/feeds/8414807078388951325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/05/story-about-appearance-of-sfortunato-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8414807078388951325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555728540908531141/posts/default/8414807078388951325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://interestsgroup.blogspot.com/2010/05/story-about-appearance-of-sfortunato-to.html' title='A Story about an Appearance of S.Fortunato to a Salernitan Man'/><author><name>Liudmila Ferrara</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108008009699014424645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_XF_dlPgrCY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Xjv4OxVZEXU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
