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Чтение to oneself is a modern activity which was almost unknown to the scholars of the classical and medieval worlds,while during the fifteenth century the term 'reading' undoubtedly meant Чтение aloud.Only during the nineteenth century did silent Чтение become commonplace.

One should be wary,however,of assuming that silent Чтение came about simply because Чтение aloud was a distraction to others.Examinations of factors related to the historical development of silent Чтение have revealed that it became the usual mode of Чтение for most adults mainly because the tasks themselves changed in character.

The last cnetury saw a steady gradual increase in literacy and thus in the number of readers.As the number of readers increased,the number of potential listeners declined and thus there was some reducion in the need to read aloud.As Чтение for the benefit of listeners grew less common,so came the flourishing of Чтение as a private activity in such public places as libraries,railway carriages and offices,where Чтение aloud would cause distraction to other readers.

Towards the end of the century,there was still considerable argument over whether Книги should be used for information или treated respectfully and over whether the Чтение of materials such as newspapers was in some way mentally weakening.Indeed,this argument remains with us still in education.However,whatever its virtues,the old shared literacy culture had gone and was replaced by the printed mass media on the one hand and by Книги and periodicals for a specialised readership on the other.

By the end of the twentieth century,students were being recommended to adopt attitudes to Книги and to use Чтение skills which were inappropriate,if not impossible,for the oral reader.The social,cultural and technological changes in the century had greatly altered what the term 'reading' implied.
this is an English sonnet I had to write for my English class and I need to know if it is good или not before I Отправить it, thank you. also the rhyme scheme is ababcdcdefefgg
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My dear Любовь Ты once were a shining ray.
In my eyes Ты meant the whole world to me.
Now everything about Ты is a shade of gray.
Like your beauty, your emotions, and your Любовь is what I see.
However we must part onto our new paths.
Because our Любовь is coming to its new close.
Цвета were a beauty but now gray spreads its wrath.
I would Любовь to feel again but now it’s a ghost.
Our Любовь has left this earth for old times’ sake.
But when our Любовь left it took Ты along too.
Sadly it left me with all this heartache.
Dying Любовь was something I wish I had clues to
If someone told me Любовь would never be easy
I would have chosen another path that’s breezy
posted by ZekiYuro
Basics: Hannah Meyer age 17, Born August 1, 1995. Lives in Bradenton, Florida
Blond hair, blue eyes.

What is your happiest memory? My happiest memory was when I finally got to meet my mom's
parents. They lived on the east side of Berlin and did something that got them put in prison for a while.
I'm not sure what they did because my mom won't talk about it.

What don't Ты want anyone to find out about you? I am afraid to let my guard down. What I mean is, I've seen so many of my Друзья get hurt in relationships или by their parents breaking up. I hear my parents fighting a lot and so I'm afraid to...
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posted by PotterLambert93
His name was Charlie Brown. We first got him in the fall of 1999. He was cute cocker спаниель with the color of brown and had dark eyes. For 13 years, he was a part of our family. We played with him, took him for walks, gave all the Любовь we had and so much more. He was also a ruff dog as well. Whenever people would come over he would bark at them, thinking that he was trying to protect us from danger. He would also bark at other people's Собаки when we took him for walks and, he was very capable of biting badly. Despite all of that, we still loved him, and he loved us.

Around a few years ago, he...
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posted by thirteen_times
He didn’t want money или fancy cars; all he wanted was to be loved by someone, any one at all. He needed someone to care about him, not his wealth, not his ties to the rich and famous, someone that actually cared about him, the boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, curly raven black hair and a boyish grin permanently plastered on his face hiding the pain of being alone. Yet no one did, all they saw was the heir to the Jeffrey Empire, the boy that was going to inherited it all. The boy, who was the prefect son living up to the Jeffrey name. They never saw the boy’s who’s arms were covered in cuts, the нож against his skin, the blood dripping down staining the carpet, his eyes closing never to open again. No one read the note tucked into his pocket cause no one cared.
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posted by Rae-Ash
I’m finished
I’m done
I can’t do this anymore

I’m through
I can’t last another second

It’s all I’ve ever seen
Surrounded by chaos
Filled with fear

Its’ all I can think about
All the Остаться в живых love
All the broken hearts
All the destroyed dreams
All the hopeless children
And devastated parents

Everyone who turned their cheek
Who ignored the cries
Of help and distress

No еще kindness
Only monsters and demons
Who always kill

Ты took her from me
And now you’ll pay
‘Cause I have one final thing to say
—Good-bye World
—Hello Death and eternity
posted by hgfan5602
There is strength in my heart.
I have looked for it
For decades now.
Yet I have not found it before.

Now I have.
It will get me over every obstacle,
Every region,
Every country.

It makes me proud
To see this.
To see my strength
Laying there,
Waiting for me.
And me only.

This type of strength
Is called courage.
Perseverance.

Perseverance is the best type
Of strength possible.
And I have it.
Yes, me.
Never before,
Will Ты see me cower within the shadows
Again, like before.

I have changed.
And I am sure Ты will see that.
I have strength in my heart.
posted by AshleyA-Brizzle
I looked into the window

to see the girl before me.

she was gorgeous, and beautiful

She looked strong,

she looked independent.

Her Mask was no longer there,

but what was on the outside was visible.

Ты can see the scars on her heart,

Ты can see the hurt in her eyes,

and the pain on her face.

But Ты can also see how it made her stronger.

She has сказал(-а) "Enough is Enough, Today is the Day, and today i will be victorious"

she strikes the match,

and drops the flame, to burn her past

She smiles at me, and touches her face,

and she сказал(-а) the words "Today is the Day"

Today I finally discovered, The girl looking back at her,

was me. :)
posted by earthangel
    Hug me, I said.
    He did.
    Hug me harder, I say.
    He does.
    A little more, I urge.
    The grip tightens.
    Perfect.
    Thank you, I said, humbly.
    He just rocks me.
    
    I bury my face in his grey scarf, breath in, breath in, breath in. It smells like him, I think. The fresh smell of rain and the rarest drop of sunshine. His love, his warmth. Lord, it smells...
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posted by inexplicable
Are Ты afraid of the death?
Why do Ты ask?
Only in such a way.…

The stopping of the train jerkily roused me from my thoughts. I blinked a few times and looked again from the window. After some секунды the train drove off again. I still looked from the window and saw trees covered by snow pulling past me. I liked to go by train. I did not know why. Not, that I wouldn´t have to do nothing better. I simply liked it to sit into the suburban train and to drive up to the terminus . I could think so well. I lean back into the сиденье, место, сиденья cushion from which windows look and think. This was good. Otherwise...
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Source: penfountain.org
posted by Elizabeth90luv
In this life everyone is thankful for something. And the most miserable, the most pessimistic and the most unlucky person in the world, in some point of his life will feel grateful for something. It might be the simplest thing that others take it for granted, but it might joy to him. And now, on the “Thanks giving” день we should think about all those things that we are grateful for, and see how we can become better. That’s how we can make the world around us better.

Personally, I am thankful that I live in this democratic country, where no wars take place and we all have the freedom of...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Tobias Kellerman
Basics: Age 17, Born April 23, 1968. Lives in Berlin, Germany
Brown hair, blue gray eyes.

What is your happiest memory?
My happiest memory was when we moved to Friedrichshain. My dad got a promotion and we had to move. That is when I met Ivonne. We grew up together and we have really been best friends.

What don’t Ты want anyone to find out about you?
I would do just about anything to get Daniela to be my girlfriend. We've been dating but I want a еще committed relationship with her. That is kind of scary since her father is head of the local Stasi.

What is the best part of your...
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posted by AshleyA-Brizzle
I sit alone,
alone in the dark.
no place to run,
no place to hide.

he is coming after me,
he is looking everywhere.
he wont stop until he finds me,
until he is here

he tells me that im ugly,
that im unwanted here.
he will try everything to hurt me
to see me cry

he loves to watch the tears run down my face
to me there is no greater pain....

he has found me.
what can i do?
were can i run?
were can i hide?
were can i escape this pain inside?

i am afraid,
not of him, but of his words
he cuss's and swears at me.
what can i do?
how did i anger him?

He swears at me still
and yet i still cry.
he sees the tears,
he wipes them...
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posted by rebaj2010
Preface
Three boys, one girl. None of them are fighting fare and they will do whatever it takes to get her. Ты my be wondering why she is so special, but to answer that Вопрос Ты have to venture into these boys heads...


Chapter 1
Mika

"Oh no, my new tanktop" Heather wined by my side. She was so annoying, but so hot.
"Shut up, Heather" I сказал(-а) getting up from the lunch таблица where hr had dropped пицца sause on her розовый tank.
As I walked across the lunch room, ducking to avoid fling carrots, I glanced to my left. I caught Kate out of the corner of my eye. I paused and backed up a step. She...
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