Станкевич Марина Ивановна

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О себе

Учимся всю жизнь

Книги, которые сформировали мой внутренний мир

Ч. Диккенс "Приключения Оливера Твиста",   " Домби и сын",  "Лавка древностей", "Крошка Доррит"," Николас Никкельби", "Утраченные надежды", "Дэвид Копперфильд"

Ильф, Петров " Двенадцать стульев", "Золотой теленок", М.Булгаков   "Собачье сердце", Мастер и Маригарита"

Мой взгляд на мир

Мои достижения

Моё портфолио

by W. Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host of golden daffodils...

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.