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что женщина может держать в её руках?

fashion is a thought process. it is not just pretty dresses. fashion is a reflection of our lives. it reflects economical crises or success, political, social movements etc. fashion is not about appearance so much, as it is about ideas. idea, concept- is what valuable in fashion. the dress could be from the plane paper, but at the same time incredible. strong concept (idea) - that is what makes true fashion.

мода- это когнитивный процесс. это не только симпатичные платья. мода - это отражение нашей жизни. она отражает падение или процветание, политические и социальные движения и тогдалие . мода- это не столько видимость, сколько идея. идея, концепт- вот что ценно в моде. платье может быть выполнено из простой бумаги, но в то же время быть невероятным. сильный концепт- вот что делает настоящую моду.

christmas tragedy with happy end

christmas eve it’s a time when magical things happen.

i’d like to tell you a real story that happened last year on christmas eve.

that evening i together with a friend went to greet my grandparents who live not far from us. everything went very well, we were having fun, but finally were supposed to go home. we said good-bye to my grandparent and run home to have a party with my parents and their friends. as soon as i live on the 5-th floor, i never hesitate to use an elevator. i pressed the button, the elevator arrived, opened the door, we entered, pressed the necessary button, the door closed, and than we heard a strange sound that reminds sound of a dying light bulb, the light switched off and the elevator stopped.   all this happened 40 minutes before midnight. we were staying in that dark quiet box.

thanks god, i had my cellular phone with me, i called my parents, and they called the elevator repair company, but nobody answered there.

than my friend and i began to plead santa tearfully to do a miracle and let us out of the elevator. and i think that we asked him so earnestly to do a miracle, that that miracle happened: the light turned on and the door opened three minutes before midnight.

and we all had a really happy christmas.