Saturday 12/25 (developed)

1. Pirogov - Kontrolwork check
2. Lukicheva - your debts babies =)
3. NAZAROVA - have not got anything yet (probably this one is gonna be be-ready-with-your-debts class)

Thursday 12/23

1. Vernikov - end-of-term credit (will be given after short conversation)
2. Komissarova - end-of-term credit and your personal debts (audio texts checkpoint)

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      3. Fadin - Monologues, Essays discussion + (bring your zachetka as well)

Wednesday 12/22

1. Brodsky - Blogs >?
2. Brodsky - Interpreting American Guest - Russian and American Kids  

Tuesday 12/21

1. Lukicheva - pp. 40-41 (think up pieces of advice to attract clients)
2. Pirogov - end-of-term credit (COMPUTER CLASS 8.30 - OHNE VERSPÄTUNG BITTE!)

Monday 12/20

1. Brodsky - your personal checkpoints 
2. Fadin - end-of-term credit 
3. Vernikov -     In such a day, in September or October, the lake is a perfect forest mirror, set round with stones as precious to my eye as if fewer or rarer. Nothing so fair, so pure, and at the same time so large, as a lake, perchance, lies on the surface of the earth. Sky water. It needs no fence. Nations come and go without defiling it. It is a mirror which no stone can crack, whose quicksilver will never wear off, whose gilding Nature continually repairs; no storms, no dust, can dim its surface ever fresh; — a mirror in which all impurity presented to it sinks, swept and dusted by the sun's hazy brush — this the light dust-cloth — which retains no breath that is breathed on it, but sends its own to float as clouds high above its surface, and be reflected in its bosom still.
       A field of water betrays the spirit that is in the air. It is continually receiving new life and motion from above. It is intermediate in its nature between land and sky. On land only the grass and trees wave, but the water itself is rippled by the wind. I see where the breeze dashes across it by the streaks or flakes of light. It is remarkable that we can look down on its surface. We shall, perhaps, look down thus on the surface of air at length, and mark where a still subtler spirit sweeps over it.

Saturday 12/18 (developed)

1. Pirogov - p114 text up to the end 
2. Lukicheva - Film
3. Nazarova - http://zalil.ru/30144336

Thursday 12/16

1. Vernikov - pp. 114-118 (beginning with Kansas on p. 114)
2. Komissarova - Audio stuff to pass / Texts

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Wednesday 12/15 (UPDATED)

1. Brodsky - Blogs Presentation 
2. Brodsky - приготовить истории переходящие в тосты (для перевода - вроде на русском)
3. ONLINE MEETING WITH AMERICAN STUDENTS IN AMERICAN CENTER at 18.30 (?) (Please download poems that are going to be discussed http://zalil.ru/30134348 )

Tuesday 12/14

1. Pirogov - p 112-113 Text up to the end 
2. Lukicheva - p. 38 Text / und imagine und think und say what can be done with the following words at your free time

• Glünbirne 
• Zeitschrift 
• Flugzeug 
• Fährplane 

Viel Glück -  особенно с самолетом =_= 

Monday 12/13

1. Brodsky - USA States and its capitals 
2. Fadin - Texts for final check 
3. Vernikov - Lewis Carroll
   
   
   The complete works of Lewis Carroll have been  issued by the Nonesuch Press in a stout volume of 1293 pages. So there is no excuse –Lewis Carroll ought once and for all to be complete. We ought to be able to grasp him whole and entire. But we fail – once more we fail. We think we have caught Lewis Carroll; we look again and see an Oxford clergyman. We think we we have caught the Rev. C.L. Dodgson – we look again and see a fairy elf. The book breaks in two in our hands. In order to cement it, we turn to the Life.
   But the Reverend C.L.  Dodgson  has no life. He passed through the world so lightly that he left no print. He melted so passively intoOxford that he is invisible. He accepted every convention; he was prudish, pernickety, pious and jocose. If Oxford dons in the nineteenth century had an essence he was that essence. He was so good that his sisters worshipped him; so pure that his nephew has nothing to say about him. It is just possible, he hints, that ‘a shadow of disappointment lay over Lewis Carroll’s life’. Mr. Dodgson at once denies the shadow. ‘My life’ he says, ‘is free from all trial and trouble’. But this untinted jelly contained within it a perfectly hard crystal. It contained childhood. And this is very strange, for childhood normally fades slowly. Wisps of childhood persist when the boy or girl is a grown man or woman. Childhood returns sometimes by day, more often by night. But it was not so with Lewis Carroll. For some reason, we know not what, his childhood is sharply severed. It lodged in him whole and entire. He could not disperse it. And therefore as he grew older this impediment in the center of his being, this hard rock of pure childhood, starved the mature man of nourishment. He slipped through the grown-up world like a shadow, solidifying only on the beach at Eastbourne, with little girls whose frocks he pinned up with safety pins. But since childhood remained in him entire, he could do what no one else has ever been able to do – he could return to that world; he could re-create it, so that we too become children again.
   In order to make us into children, he first makes us asleep. ‘Down, down, down, would the fall never come to an end?’ Down, down, down we fall into that terrifying, wildly inconsequent, yet perfectly logical world where time races, then stands still; where space stretches, then contracts. It is the world of sleep; it is also the world of dreams. Without any conscious effort dreams come; the white rabbit, the walrus, and the carpenter, one after another, turning and changing one into the other, they come skipping and leaping across the mind. It is for this reason that two Alices are not books for children; they are the only books in which we become children. President Wilson, Queen Victoria, The Timesleader writer, the late Lord Salisbury – it does not matter how old, how important, or how insignificant you are, you become a child again. To become a child is to be very literal; to find everything so strange that nothing is surprising; to be heartless, to be ruthless, yet to be so passionate that a snub or a shadow drapes the world in gloom. It is so to be Alice in Wonderland.
   It is also to be Alice Through the Looking Glass. It is to see the world upside down. Many great satirists and moralists have shown us the world upside down, and have made us see it, as grown-up people see iy, savagely. Only Lewis Carroll has shown us the world upside down as a child sees it, and has made us laugh as children laugh, irresponsibly. Down the groves of pure nonsense we whirl laughing, laughing –
   They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
   They pursued it with forks and hope…
   And then we wake. None of the transitions in Alice in Wonderland is quite so queer. For we wake to find – is it the Reverend C.L. Dodgson? Is it Lewis carroll? Or is it both combined? This conglomerate object intends to produce an extra-Bowdlerized edition of Shakespeare for the use of Britissh maidens; implores them to think of death when they go to the play; and always, always to realize that ‘the true object of life is the development of character…’ Is there, then, even in 1293 pages, any such thing as ‘completeness’?

Saturday 12/11 (developed)

1. Pirogov - Text  p.112, ex.1 p.117  / Lukicheva - Beethoven  
2. Nazarova - read three next chapters after chapter (Die letzte christliche Stadt) and -Sehr geehrte Studenten des fünften Studienjahres. Diesmal wollte ich euch keine Hausaufgabe, in dem üblichen Sinne, nicht geben. Ihn müsst nur gut (genau "gut") den Inhalt kennen. Weil die Aufgabe auf dem Unterricht aufgegeben wird. Aber das gute "Textkennen" warte ich von ihnen, ist es möglich? Wir werden uns mit dem Wortschatz und dem Inhalt auf dem Unterricht beschäftigen.
   Mit viel Akzept
   Nazarova T.L. 

  Oh, Nein !

Friday 12/10

!FRIDAY !

Thursday 12/09

1. Vernikov - p. 113-118 (NOT IN WRITING - BE READY FOR SIGHT TRANSLATION)
2. Fadin - Essay
3. Komissarova - p. 58 - Text über Ricardo + be ready for 10 sentence kontrol work on Market Wrap (pp. 76-78) + download or save these docs above - the first is background reading and the second is the script of an audio track to be passed as a checkpoint (don't really know when)

Wednesday 12/08

1. Brodsky - (?) probably blogs presentation 
2. 
   
   ВНИМАНИЕ!!!
   
   
   В среду 8 декабря встреча с гостями:
   Кимбер Росс с дочерьми
   Джессикой и Кристиной
   (Kimber, Jessica and Christina Ross, US)
   
   
   Тема: Праздники в Америке
   (American Holidays).

Tuesday 12/07

1. Lukicheva - Descrribe your ideal day-off (), then we go on watching the film (download link for those who interested or was absent http://rutracker.org/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1417931)(не получается скачать, могу скинуть на флеху). Есть также вторая часть фильма http://rutracker.org/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1599002  Previous films Die Erbsen auf halb 6 (Горошек на полшестого (not found) and Angst essen Seele auf http://rutracker.org/forum/viewtopic.php?t=2060897 (watch on youtube.com as well)
2. Pirogov - p. 98-99 - up to the end _ starting with p.99 Die bereits bestehenden Anlagen....

Monday 12/06

1. Brodsky - USA States and its capitals 
2. Fadin - First three texts for final check
3. Vernikov  - ‘I told you once that our lot as men is to learn, for good or bad,’ he said. ‘I have learned to see and I tell you that nothing really matters; now it is your turn; perhaps some day you will see and you will know then whether things matter or not. For me nothing matters, but perhaps for you everything will. You should know by now that a man of knowledge lives by acting, not by thinking about acting, nor by thinking about what he will think when he has finished acting. A man of knowledge chooses a path with heart and follows it; and then he looks and rejoices and laughs; and then he sees and knows. He knows that his life will be over altogether too soon; he knows that he, as well as everybody else, is not going anywhere; he knows, because he sees, that nothing is more important than anything else. In other words, a man of knowledge has no honor, no dignity, no family, no name, no country, but only life to be lived, and under these circumstances his only tie to his fellow men is his controlled folly. Thus a man of knowledge endeavors, and sweats, and puffs, and if one looks at him he is just like an ordinary man, except that the folly of his life is under control. Nothing being more important than anything else, a man of knowledge chooses any act, and acts it out as if it matters to him. His controlled folly makes him say that what he does matters and makes him act as if it did, and yet he knows that it doesn’t; so when he fulfils his acts he retreats in peace, and whether his acts were good or bad, or worked or didn’t, it is in no way part of his concern.
   ‘A man of knowledge may choose, on the other hand, to remain totally impassive and never act, and behave as if to be impassive really matters to him; he will be rightfully true at that too, because that would also be his controlled folly’.
   I involved myself at this point in a very complicated effort to explain to don Juan that I was interested in knowing what would motivate a man of knowledge to act in a particular way in spite of the fact that he knows nothing mattered.
   He chuckled softly before answering.
   ‘You think about your acts,’ he said. ‘Therefore you have to believe your acts are as important as you think they are, when in reality nothing of what one does is important. Nothing! But then if nothing really matters, as you asked me, how can I go on living? It would be more simple to die; that’s what you say and believe, because you’re thinking about life, just as you’re thinking now what seeing would be like. You wanted me to describe it to you so you could begin to think about it, the way you do with everything else. In the case of seeing, however, thinking is not the issue at all, so I cannot tell you what it is like to see. Now you want me to describe the reasons for my controlled folly and I can only tell you that controlled folly is very much like seeing; it is something you cannot think about.’
   He yawned. He lay on his back and stretched his arms and legs. His bones made a cracking sound.
   ‘You have been away too long,’ he said. ‘You think too much’
   
   
   
   

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