Saturday 16\04 (developed)

1. Lukicheva -
2. Pirogov - 

Thursday 14\04 (developed)

1. Komissarova - 
2. Fadin - 
3. Vernikov - 

Wednesday 13\04

1. Brodsky - ur presentations 
2. Brodsky - ?

Tuesday 12\04

1. Lukicheva - контрольное аудирование по незнакомомым материалам + КСР \ Gastarbeiterporträt будет на экзамене, скачать можно тут http://zalil.ru/30829492
2. Pirogov - аудиотекст про митинги в Японии
3. Pirogov - сказал всем кто писал тест зачет обеспечен

Monday 11\04 (developed)

1. Brodsky - your debts
2. Fadin - "same here" 
3. Vernikov - "небольшой" контрольный перевод The nightmares appeared to Hungry Joe with celestial punctuality every single night he spent in the squadron throughout the whole harrowing ordeal when he was not flying combat missions and was waiting once again for the orders sending him home that never came. Impressionable men in the squadron like Dobbs and Captain Flume were so deeply disturbed by Hungry Joe’s shrieking nightmares that they would begin to have shrieking nightmares of their own, and the piercing obscenities they flung into the air every night from their separate places in the squadron rang against each other in the darkness romantically like the mating calls of songbirds with filthy minds. Colonel Korn acted decisively to arrest what seemed to him to be the beginning of an unwholesome trend in Major Major’s squadron. The solution he provided was to have Hungry Joe fly the courier ship once a week, removing him from the squadron for four nights, and the remedy, like all Colonel Korn’s remedies, was successful.
   
   
   Every time Colonel Cathcart increased the number of missions and returned Hungry Joe to combat duty, the nightmares stopped and Hungry Joe settled down into a normal state of terror with a smile of relief. Yossarian read Hungry Joe’s shrunken face like a headline. It was good when Hungry Joe looked bad and terrible when Hungry Joe looked good. Hungry Joe’s inverted set of responses was a curious phenomenon to everyone but Hungry Joe, who denied the whole thing stubbornly.
   
   
   ‘Who dreams?’ he answered, when Yossarian asked him what he dreamed about.
   
   
   ‘Joe, why don’t you go see Doc Daneeka?’ Yossarian advised.
   
   
   ‘Why should I go see Doc Daneeka? I’m not sick.’
   
   
   ‘What about your nightmares?’
   
   
   ‘I don’t have nightmares,’ Hungry Joe lied.
   
   
   ‘Maybe he can do something about them.’
   
   
   ‘There’s nothing wrong with nightmares,’ Hungry Joe answered. ‘Everybody has nightmares.’ Yossarian thought he had him. ‘Every night?’ he asked.
   
   
   ‘Why not every night?’ Hungry Joe demanded.
   
   
   And suddenly it all made sense. Why not every night, indeed? It made sense to cry out in pain every night. It made more sense than Appleby, who was a stickler for regulations and had ordered Kraft to order Yossarian to take his Atabrine tablets on the flight overseas after Yossarian and Appleby had stopped talking to each other. Hungry Joe made more sense than Kraft, too, who was dead, dumped unceremoniously into doom over Ferrara by an exploding engine after Yossarian took his flight of six planes in over the target a second time. The group had missed the bridge at Ferrara again for the seventh straight day with the bombsight that could put bombs into a pickle barrel at forty thousand feet, and one whole week had already passed since Colonel Cathcart had volunteered to have his men destroy the bridge in twenty-four hours. Kraft was a skinny, harmless kid from Pennsylvania who wanted only to be liked, and was destined to be disappointed in even so humble and degrading an ambition. Instead of being liked, he was dead, a bleeding cinder on the barbarous pile whom nobody had heard in those last precious moments while the plane with one wing plummeted. He had lived innocuously for a little while and then had gone down in flame over Ferrara on the seventh day, while God was resting, when McWatt turned and Yossarian guided him in over the target on a second bomb run because Aarfy was confused and Yossarian had been unable to drop his bombs the first time.

Saturday 09\04 (developed)

1. Lukicheva - рассказ 
2. Pirogov - http://zalil.ru/30805532 - Два аудиофайла, он вроде сказал послушать/снять/перевести второй - но я не уверен
3. Schabaeva - 

Thursday 07\04

1. Komissarova - контрольный перевод аудио версии контракта про мистера клименко и тст системс
2. Fadin - хз
3. Vernikov - текст контрольный   Mental Melodies
   By C. CLAIBORNE RAY
   Q.  Why do I find some of the melodic themes “playing” in my mind for several days after a concert?
   A.  A catchy tune, whether classical or pop, is so well known for staying in the brain that the effect has long been exploited for advertising jingles, and there have been efforts to define what makes a melody “sticky.” But a hard-to-shake melody can be a burden rather than a welcome souvenir, turning into what is called an earworm, and the reasons are not definitely known.
   The mental pathways for music are complex, sometimes including not only auditory areas but also the visual cortex of the brain. Recent research suggests that musical perception is entwined with primitive parts of the brain and that it can influence emotions through the limbic system.
   How a melody becomes an earworm, however, is unclear. A 2001 survey by James J. Kellaris of the University of Cincinnati, a consumer psychologist, found that “music characterized by simplicity, repetitiveness and incongruity with listeners’ expectations is most likely to become ‘stuck.’ ” Up to 98 percent of people will experience a sticky tune, his study suggested, and some people, like musicians, women and the worry-prone, are more susceptible than others. The causes may be psychological or even physical, tied to sound frequencies that resonate in the body.
   After further research, Dr. Kellaris theorized that one way to scratch what he called a “cognitive itch” is to sing the mental tune aloud.