I consider, that with to save at home energy presently difficultly. Now people sit at the Internet much, watch TV, often leave light included, etc. In my opinion, the person should at leaving from the house switch off everywhere light or if is not in that room in which burns light. Also to switch off a computer, instead of to put in a mode of expectation. Now many different technologies which was not at our parents, therefore to difficultly modern person to save on energy. I think, all the same everyone will manage with to save energy in the house, having received very big account for an electricity.( 108 words)
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Energy resources.
I consider, that with to save at home energy presently difficultly. Now people sit at the Internet much, watch TV, often leave light included, etc. In my opinion, the person should at leaving from the house switch off everywhere light or if is not in that room in which burns light. Also to switch off a computer, instead of to put in a mode of expectation. Now many different technologies which was not at our parents, therefore to difficultly modern person to save on energy. I think, all the same everyone will manage with to save energy in the house, having received very big account for an electricity.( 108 words)
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
The Love Song of Har Dyal (Rudyard Kipling)
Alone upon the housetops to the North
I turn and watch the lightnings in the sky
The glamour of thy footsteps in the North.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.
Below my feet the still bazar is laid-
Far, far below the weary camels lie-
The camels and the captives of thy raid.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!
My father's wife is old and harsh with years,
And drudge of all my father's house am I-
My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!
I turn and watch the lightnings in the sky
The glamour of thy footsteps in the North.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.
Below my feet the still bazar is laid-
Far, far below the weary camels lie-
The camels and the captives of thy raid.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!
My father's wife is old and harsh with years,
And drudge of all my father's house am I-
My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!
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