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Comment on What was the happiest moment in your whole life? by wonphy

wonphy — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 13:29:41 +0000

Well, I think the happiest moment in my whole life is at 16:56 7/18/2008, when I was told that my son past perfect needed borned, and my wife was also fine. I had article needed chance to see my son while he came out of the operating room, so cute, you know, he did not cry, and just look up to the lights on ceiling, I thought he was so curious at that monment. I love my wife and my son.

Comment on My Favorite Artist by ksenia

ksenia — Sat, 03 Jul 2010 17:40:46 +0000

My favorite artist is Marc Chagall. I was eighteen years old when I first ~~time~~ saw his exposition which took place in The Museum of Contemporary Art in London. The show was not spacious. There were just two rooms with the paintings belonging to the series called “Lovers”. But these artworks impressed me so greatly that I could not leave the show for a couple of hours. The feelings that I had looking at Chagall’s paintings were remarkably stronglexical development. I was dissolving in a world of odd figures and deep glowing colors ofwithin his masterpieces. I still wonder how with so littlesyntax he managed to express so much! There is extremely simple content, generally, two figures or two faces (male and female), depicted in a rather planeplain?, “primitive” way, which is considerably far from the classical, academic manner of painting people. The objects and scenery in Chagall’s paintings disobey the rules of perspective and are normally unproportional. But the feelings and sensations that the artwork of Marc Chagall evokes in me are immensely rich and deep. The imagery seems to have a direct access to my subconsciousness. After such a memorable first encounter with the art of Chagall, I started to search for more information about this prominent artist and his creative work. I have visited a number of Chagall’s exhibitions since that time. Several of the greatest pieces of the artist belong to the state museums of Moscow and St. Petersburg.

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Mark Chagall was born in a small Russian town named Vitebsk in 1887. His family was Jewish,background like the majority of the population of Marc’s hometown. During definite article needed late tsar’s period of Russian history, Jews werechange to active voice the discriminated ethnic minority, which implied a number of limitations including residential areas. For instance, in order to travel to St. Petersburg, the dream of the young artist, Marc Chagall had to get special permission from the government, which only specific craftsmen could obtain. Thereby nineteen years old Chagall arrived to the capital of the Russian Empire as a sign painter. He had been making signs for bakeries, grocery stores, and the entire markets while taking classes in art school.

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Comment on My Favorite Artist by ksenia

ksenia — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 21:59:13 +0000

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Much better, Ksenia. :)

Comment on My Favorite Artist by ksenia

ksenia — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 21:44:44 +0000

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Comment on What was the saddest moment in your whole life? by ksenia

ksenia — Wed, 16 Jun 2010 18:01:19 +0000

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Comment on My Favorite Artist by ksenia

ksenia — Sat, 05 Jun 2010 20:35:49 +0000

My favorite artist is Marc Chagall. I was 18 years old when I first time saw his exposition. It was in The Museum of Contemporary Art in London. It wasn’t a big show, there were just two rooms with the paintings belong to the series, called “Lovers”. But it impressed me so much that I could not leave it for indefinite article couple of hours. The feelings that I had looking at Chagall’s paintings were so strong, that I even stopped thinking, I was dissolving in the world of odd figures and deep glowing colors of his masterpieces. I still wonder how with so little he was manage to express so much! If you ever saw his paintings from this particular series, you would understand what I’m talking about. There is very simple content – usually two figures or two faces (male and female), depicted in a very plane, “primitive” way, which is quite far from article needed classical, academic way of painting people. The objects and scenery in Chagall’s paintings are not obeying the rules of perspective and verb needed usually unproportional. But the feelings and sensations that these artworks evoke in me are so rich and deep, that it’s hard to find a logical explanation to it. It’s like his imagery has the direct access to my unconsciousness.

Comment on What was the saddest moment in your whole life? by ksenia

ksenia — Fri, 28 May 2010 17:28:58 +0000

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Comment on What was the saddest moment in your whole life? by alde

alde — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 04:22:48 +0000

I used to crying when I talked about my saddest moment but it happened on the past so I don’t have to crying anymore. Well, when I was a child my parents were planning to get divorced ~~you know the reasons~~ because my father cheated to my mom. My parents didn’t live together, sometimes mi father went to visit us, but he didn’t visit us frequently. I remember it was my sister’s birthday and my father went to the party, which my mother organized to her. We were having a good time but suddenly the lover of my father arrived to the house. And all my uncles started to scream and they told her, got out of my house. My sister started to cry and my mother gets very angry, I was whit my uncle and I were crying too. I can´t forget that moment, and I remember what she was wearing.

Comment on What was the happiest moment in your whole life? by alde

alde — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 03:28:57 +0000

When I talking about my happiest moment, I have many funny memories. One of that moments is when I was whit my friend playing basketball, and suddenly one of my friends hit a child how was near to her, It was funny, because the boy went to his mother and told her what had happened. The boy was crying because by friend hit him in the head whit the ball. And his mother very angry asked to my friend what had happened and she tried to explaining but the mother’s boy was very angry. The funny moment was when all the team saw the worried face of my friend.

Comment on What was the angriest moment in your whole life? by arturo

arturo — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 02:07:07 +0000

One of the angriest moments in my life was when we lost the tournament soccer. I was 10 years old, my friends and I went to play the tournament in Atlixco, and it was an exciting experience. In the event, I remembered that I scored 10 goals but unfortunately we couldn´t win the trophy. In the final match we had bad lucking, only I scored one goal and I didn´t play the 90 minutes because I injured my leg. We cried a lot because we though win the event. When we came back at the school, the principal gave us a present for the second place. For the next year, we didn’t play preposition needed the tournament because our coach left the school.