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AWAY HAPPY SONG


Far, far away from me
someone is singing a happy song.

but I repeat chest broke, do not let me.

soul in vain lunges it sounds like
looking chest, because all my strength

already sold out ahead.

Too soon started flying
behind the dream of the ideal land, began to murmur early
happy Analyzing the distance
lived. Early

my ardent soul looking for a dark day

and now I can not repeat,
because I have no strength.



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TOURNAMENT

Dear

colleges / as

Serve this to inform the organization of the Second International Padel Tournament Professional Schools, organized by the Association of Young Lawyers, and has the participation of our College.

In this 2nd edition is significantly improved as offered in the past because this year there will be a tower of fellowship to which, by the mere fact of playing the tournament, you are welcome (prior RSVP .)

I indicate the calendar the tournament because this year will be held for two full days.

II TOURNAMENT OF INTER PROFESSIONAL PADDLE

Organization and coordination : Young Lawyers Association Balearic Islands (Ajaib)

Participants ( enrolled as of 28/04/2011, remain pending more than 6 schools) :

- Official College of Pharmacists of the Balearic Islands

- Official College of Social Graduates of the Balearic Islands

- Official College of Commercial and Business Graduates in the Balearic Islands

- Official College of Economists

- Official College of Veterinarians of the Balearic Islands

- Official College of Physicians of the Balearic Islands

- Official College of Lawyers of the Balearic Islands

Sponsors:

- Ibercaja

collaborates :

- StarVie (awards and sports equipment)

- Udyr Sport Padel Tennis Club

Date: Saturday 4 and Sunday 5 June 2011 ( two full days)

Hours: 9:00 am onwards.

Location: Udyr Sport (Palma)

categories: 2 ª, 3 rd and 4 th male, female, mixed.

Registration: From today at this school, sending the registration form. END TIME: May 25, 2011

Price: free school. No category collegiate € 8 / € 12 two categories.

Torrada (*): free school. Not Collected 13 € / person. Children 7 €.

As to events and activities held during the tournament.

- Saturday June 4

· 9:00 -> start of the tournament: documentation, jerseys, and the beginning of the first games

· 14:30 -> Tower / Asado Argentino (confirmation necessary assistance)

· 15:30 -> Party from public display

· 19:00 -> Draw (different sports equipment, 1 month with a professional class)

- Sunday June 5

· 9:00 -> then tournament

· 12:00 -> Draw -> 3 places for professional match against

· 17:00 -> 2 games with professional clinic (places allocated in the draw)

· 19:00 -> Awards for winners.

previous schedules are approximate, and may be modified by the organization, without notice, due to various circumstances including the weather, the participation of the players themselves, any delays etc. .

regard to toast :

is scheduled for Saturday at 14:30 hours. During that period, it will enjoy an open bar. The collegiate player is invited. The collegiate player must pay € 13 for the tower, like any other assistant (peer partner or partner not licensed, children have special price of 7 €)

IBERCAJA Thanks to sponsorship, for colleges that are not customers or clients to formalize their status with registration IBERCAJA the tournament will be free.

Players not registered :

- NO may participate in the sweepstakes

- must pay the registration for the tournament prior to its conclusion, must enter the amount (only tournament or tournament + toast)

- income be done in the following IBERCAJA account: 2085 8288 85 0330090419

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Berberova, Muratov, Jodasevich, Remizov, Beliy, among others. 1923 Berlin

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I do not call and do not expect guests -

but lit candles

high and the window I see the east,

hoping the big star.

turned on the Tall candles,

put food on the straw,

kutya * The dish and drink of honey, -

and get drunk and drink alone.

Having put food on the straw,

spend my afternoon meeting

within this hell

quiet and clear.

1918

* kutya is a commemorative plate, made from cereals or rice, leading to the church and the cemetery or distributed among neighbors and beggars on the occasion of the Mass for the souls.

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1922

Shadow Mill
wind tour of the vineyard. Melancholy

secret haunts the heart.
Again closed over me,
the dark circle,
oh, my sweet friend,
implacable friend! In the suffocating silence

the cruel crack of cicadas.
Neither you nor I have
way back -
A spirit dull, oppressive,
lurks on earth ...
Oh, my friend, passionate, insatiable
friend! 1918




. Sofia


Parnok
1885-1933


Russian poet and translator. Had an affair with the young poet Marina Tsvetaeva, who dedicated the series "Amiga" and the essay "Mon frere feminine." Studied at the Conservatory of Geneva, then moved to Moscow where he began a career as a journalist, translator, poet and opera librettist. Charles Baudelaire translated, Romain Rolland, Marcel Proust, Henri Barbusse.
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Nikolai ZABOLOTSKY

ON THE BEAUTY OF HUMAN FACES There


luxury faces as portals, where
greatness comes from the small. There
faces - like a pitiful huts
where boiled liver and the stomach is soaked.
faces are cold and dead, locked up behind bars
like a dungeon.
Others - such as towers, no one living
long ago, no one looks out the window.
once knew a house was ugly and poor,
but from his window at me
poured the breath of spring day.
The world really is great and divine! There
faces - like songs that delight.
With its bright as the Sun notes, the song was composed
the celestial heights.

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Zabolotsky reciting
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWtG4TVIo-0&feature=related


Nikolai Zabolotsky ( 1903 to 1958)

Russian poet and translator. He was part of a branch of the futurist movement. In 1938 he was arrested and sentenced to counter Soviet propaganda. After that experience he wrote "Story of my imprisonment," which was published in 1981 in the U.S. and in Russia as recently as 1988. He was released in 1944. .

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1887–1964
Poeta ruso, traductor, dramaturgo, crítico literario, redactor.

El honor


El honor no se compra con oro.
El honesto no lo cederá.
Necesita el honor, igual que a la luz.

El deshonesto, feliz de venderlo...
Pero, como todos ya saben,
el deshonesto no tiene honor.



* It's heavy load of love, even if the leading two. Our
now I just love. Care
your part and my part, jealously and sacredly,
but for whom and for what - I can not say.




I saw I saw a burning lake,
a dog pants on a horse, instead of the roof
, a hat over the house,
cats caught mice.
saw the goose and the fox,
making cakes in the forest, as the cub
trying on shoes.
And like a fool I believed it!



* People write, and time erase, erasing everything
be deleted.
But tell me - if the sound dies, perhaps the sound
must die?

becomes deaf and off,
ready to merge with the silence.
and not with the ear, but with the heart
hear this laughter, this chest voice.
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S. Marshak reading one of his poems:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zK3yCr9gbdk


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Zinaida and Dmitry Merezhkovsky

last time I saw lying among the flowers. Silent had their hands crossed meekly, she did her hair, her cheeks painted a little. Everything as before. But his forehead, where once shone a decaying tape with a snap, now humbly and wisely was wrapped in a white tiara land a final prayer.

- My friend passing, - I whispered, - you were not warm. I wanted to be bad. Does that is brighter - really? And that amiable tenderness, which he loved his soul, mysteriously, you hid from prying eyes, modestly. I remember his poem about the cables. In them, the YES and NO. Joining

, will merge ...
And his death will be light.

What we know, my friend passing? Perhaps, behind his cold eyes closed, and radio is silent light of reconciliation with the eternal ...
I leaned over and kissed her hand dry and dead.
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. Nadezhda

Teffi
( Lojvitskaia Nadezhda Aleksandrovna ) 1872 -1952

recognized Russian writer and poet, author of numerous reports and sister of the poet Lojvitskaia Mirra.
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When the verdant field glass
afternoon, the trace of dawn,
and far away, the pale sky blue thoughtfully
gets close. Ash wide

When the fire off, fire doors

rises above the entrance to the cemetery stellar
then to the white candle,
quickly through the beam fluid
will fly without a butterfly.
will touch the flame with his chest,
be immersed in the hot wave.
Look, look, lay dead. 1912

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SIGHT GOES

turns off the light, my strength,
two invisible spears diamond
deafened ear, full
remote thunder and breath of the parental home;
nodes weakened muscle tone, as grizzled
oxen to the plow;
and no night glow
two wings behind my shoulders.

am a candle, I consumed during the party. Pick my wax
morning
this page will render,
how to mourn and be proud of,
how to share the last third of joy and die
slightly
the shadow of a roof light casual
posthumously, as
word.



Arseni reading this poem:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWLwvAdmfNQ&feature=related


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- What are you doing, little bird, on the black branch, looking around you
, restless?
Do you mean that the sling is accurate
but life is possible?

- Ah no, when they point to the deep,
not scare me. Your guesses are worse
,
look askance at them.

- I fear that the cage you love,
and even the gold.
But better singing on a branch, rare
Once the flight is sung.

- Lies For eternity I'm attracted.
already know it.
Your first clue is the cruelty.
And here I am - at home.

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Wear, lonely, old roses

between snow and cold, and my way is
far.
For the same path
with a sword over his shoulder,
he goes behind me with his cloak
cloudy.
walks and knows
that snow had been trampled, and that there

extinguished the last sunset,
for me out there that night
happens,

freedom I seek. Where

find shelter,
so late.

roses fall into the snow melted.

Tears fall in the snow scarlet. Missing
fatally,
I can not help.
He
unnecessarily trample the roses in the snow.

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is Annensky Create to mourn and cry tears outside the mouth to teach outside their own, the silence ...
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One afternoon blues and soft ...
sharp stems and soft tissue of the path, and freshness
early on the velvet carpets,
and early evening dew drops on the hair. Neither

thoughts in your head, no words of silent lips, but the heart
loves everyone, without exception, everyone in the world, and is so sweet
wander into the blue twilight, and night
calls me as a woman, into the embrace.


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Vladislav JODASEVICH

.................. ............... not imitate the dead
................................. as imitating the poet
; ; V.
Jodasevich


GHOSTS


hear them and see
the tram cars, theaters, offices
and at home, at the time inspired ,
with the curtains moved. You
mingled with the crowd,
come and go, near the bluffs,
there, where the newsboy shouting the new misfortunes of Russia.
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GUENNADIY SHPALIKOV

1937-1974

Oh, once, when,

sit down and forget my,

for a short time - forever,
anywhere and everywhere.

Forget everything, desaprenderé,
descalzaré me and undress me,

dismiss me and I will hide my somewhere.

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The black wind whispers to the breath
confusing
leaves and a trembling swallow
draws a circle in the dark sky.

sweet and dying in my heart

quietly discussed the rising twilight
with lightning is extinguished.

And it gets dark on the forest moon rose
copper;
Why is there so much music and
so silent?



June 1911

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born August 13, 1971 in Kazakhstan. In 1990 he went to Leningrad, in 1996 he graduated from the State Academy of Culture in St. Petersburg. Published in journals: Air , New Youth , Vastness , Apollinary , among others. Participated in the anthologies: Reality and Dreams: New Poetry from Kazakhstan (2001), and Ulises released: modern poetry Russian outside Russia. Different publishers of Kazakhstan issued their books.

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drum sticks hitting the windows of the rumor convex
role of misfortune in the clouds screaming red sunset
showed how his slime throwing
rolled his eyes heaven
sticks and laughing out loud burst
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fish where they fish with open mouth
think is better than most native
deeper more
are pure fools
do not believe the speaker
simply nailed to the column and in the hospital when he left the decree

and installed radios not
although there
electricity and gas in the black lake where there are sculptures and

some public craft that smelly dirt

miraculous.
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bees get used to the beekeeper
so abejuna race ... Only me
Akhmatova bites
story twenty-three years ago.



1934.
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Tell me, liner deserts,
geometer of the Arabian sand,
does not the impetuosity of
lines is stronger than the wind blow?
- not for me shudder
of Jewish concerns -
He sculpts
experience the buzz and murmur of experience drinking ...

November 1933 - January 1934
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me and reaches my soul.

November 1933
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We sat in the kitchen,
white kerosene smells sweet

A sharp knife and a bread ...
If you want, warm up thoroughly the stove,

And if not, look for the strings
tying basket before dawn

To go to the station,
Where we find we no .

January 1931
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Help me, God, to survive tonight,
fear for life, your slave ...
Living in Petersburg - it's like sleeping in a coffin.

January 1931
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Sergey Esenin "the stupid joy loved" ...

And here, the stupid happiness
with white windows into the garden!
On the pond, like a beautiful swan
all the quiet sunset.

Hello, tranquility in the shadow
golden birch in the water!
On the roof a flock of jackdaws
celebrates mass for a star.

Somewhere, behind the garden, where flowers
the elder, sweet

white girl sings a soft melody.

The cold night like a blue robe,
extends from the field ...
The fresh flush of the cheeks, the stupid joy
beloved!

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Fyodor Tyutchev

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whole day was faded, and the shadows
completely covered -
the warm summer rain poured - a jet
sounding cheerily in the leaves.
And slowly turned
if
and began to hear noises,
long - enjoyable,
immersed in thought ...

And as if conversing with herself, consciously gave

(I was at his side, dead, but alive):
"Oh, how I loved this!"
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loved, and so, like you, love - nobody could
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my God ... How to stand ...
And the heart did not break into pieces ...

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"was lame from birth and small are accustomed to look like a monster. To all his toys broke their leg, because their brother and sister told him, because you're lame, lame toys you have. "

. . . -S. Makarenko, about the life of Cherubino Gabriak-


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Yes, kissed and footprint
knew your sweet lips, my lips
gave it to his lips,
here is no sin.

For kissing,
lips are more tender and more pink.
why they were so rude to
on my words.

It's been four years since the fire went out
your gray eyes.
Sweeter than wine and honey
was the hour of our meeting.

remember, through the snow on the portal
the flower of the Gothic rose
how I offended you,
how you could believe.
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