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“Delicious Autumn! My Very Soul is Wedded to it and if I were a Bird I would fly about the Earth Seeking the Successive Autumns.” (George Eliot)

Autumn in Calgary is delicious. Janko went out to the Pinecliff Park just opposite our street and started the conversation with the foreman of the Volker Steven working at the moment. Janko (1): The weather is fine today, isn’t it? Foreman (2): Yes, indeed. It helps us to make it easier to conduct the maintenance…

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The Calgary Stampede’s Centennial Year (2012)

Ian Tyson, an iconic western singer, is a 100th Calgary Stampede parade Marshal. Listen to the Ian and Sylvia’s performing on CBC  TV in 1986:“Four Strong Winds” The Stampede Parade is much more than 350.000 people converge on the streets of down town Calgary. One of the rituals during stampede is to inculcate equality and…

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What Is Magic the Gathering?

Magic the Gathering (MTG), also known as Magic is the first collectible card game, created by Richard Garfield and introduced by Wizards of the Coast. Magic continues to thrive, with approximately 12 million players as of 2011. Each battle represents a battle between mighty wizards, known as “planes-walkers”, who employ the magical spells, items, and fantastic creatures depicted on…

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I Remember Moscow Days…

If not L. Petrushecvskaya’s “Linguistic Tales” I would never have thought about my fellows of the Technical Translators’ Circle. Here they are: “ПУСЬКИ БЯТЫЕ Сяпала Калуша с Калушатами по напушке. И увазила Бутявку, и волит: – Калушата! Калушаточки! Бутявка! Калушата присяпали и Бутявку стрямкали. И подудонились. А Калуша волит: – Оее! Оее! Бутявка-то некузявая! Калушата…

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“Snow-Clad is the Plain, and the Moon is White, Covered with a Shroud is my Country Side. Birches Dressed in White are Crying as I see. Who is Dead, I wonder? Is it Really Me?” {S. Esenin, 1925} A LETTER TO HOME

“How do you do do, my dear parents and sister Emma? I’m o’kay, glad to meet you at home. I remember you, Mom, always worrying about me. You used to invite me to the telephone booths at the post offices wherever I stayed to hear my voice. Thanks for your worries. That kind of attitude had passed…

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He is Always With Us

Among Russians there is a saying that all in vain to wait for good weather at the sea shore because if the weather is bad, it means for a long time. But here, in Maly Karpaty everything is not so. It was drizzling rain in the morning in Bratislava, the sky was overcast. We were…

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