n vrst de 11 ani, Ivy Manx locuiete n inutul Caux, al crui conductor este teribilul Rege Mtrgun i unde legea trmului este otrvete sau fii otrvit“. Fr un degusttor de ncredere acreditat de Breasl care s-i stea mereu aproape, urmtoarea ta mas ar putea fi i ultima.Chiar mai ru, unchiul mult iubit al fetiei – ultimul farmacopat vindector din Caux – a disprut fr urm, lsnd-o pe Ivy cu trusa lui cu leacuri secrete, cu o cioar zgomotoas pe nume H i cu un degusttor nepriceput i mrav, cu nclinaie pentru picoteal.Nu mai e timp de pierdut! Ivy trebuie s-i pun n aplicare teribilul plan! mpreun cu un tnr degusttor pe nume Rowan – aflat pe fug dup otrvirea accidental a douzeci dintre grzile regelui –, fata pornete n cutarea unchiului ei. n aceste vremuri dominate de corupie i de uneltiri – n acest, pn nu demult, minunat loc strvechi –, cei doi copii, devenii acum dumanii ntregului regat, au un sprijin de ndejde.Dar ce vor oare urmritorii lor S fie nestemata de-o inegalabil frumusee ce pare – dei asta este practic imposibil – a fi scobit Sau o fi elixirul pe care ea nsi l-a creat i care are misterioase puteri vindectoare Sau oare poate fi vorba despre Ivy nsiSpus pe un ton uor ironic i de o prospeime irezistibil, primul volum al trilogiei Otrvurile din Caux“, Nestemata Scobit este o uimitoare poveste despre ierburi i magie, degusttori i otrvuri.

B?R DAMLA SEVG?YLE MERHABA ?Dokunan hafif bir esinti, bir damla ya?, bir kü?ük ka?amak bak??tan ve bir tatl? s?zden sonra yüre?in ?eperlerine yap???p kalan a?k?n izleriyle dolu ya?amakt?r belki de istenilen… ??zlemek sevgiyle yüre?e dokunmaksa; bir tatl? s?z, bir gidenin ard?ndan kalan iz, bir hüzün i?indeki umutsuzluklarda bile, umut arayan kalple var olmakt?r kimbilir belki de i?imizde kalan… ??zlemek; a?k?n g?zya?lar?nda, yar?n? olmayan a?klarda ve bir garip a?k?n i?inde bile mutlulu?u, sevginin kanatlar?nda ?zlemle arayarak yazmakt?r belki de sayfalarda saklanan… ?Kim bilir belki de sevgiyi i?inde bularak kanatlanmakt?r, kanats?z hallerinde bile ?zlemle a?ka u?makt?r… ?Her okunan ?iirin i?inde hissedebilmektir belki de; tarifi olmayan, tarifsiz o duyguyu, yüre?indeki bir k?v?lc?m ate?iyle canland?r?p ya?atabilmektir belki de arzulanan... ?Sevgiyle dolu sayfalarda, hissettiklerinizi bulup dolu dolu ya?aman?z dile?iyle… Cengiz ?ET?K 1964 y?l?nda Konya/Karap?nar do?du. ?lkokulu Emirgazi il?esinde okudu. Ortaokulu ve liseyi Karap?nar’da okudu. Endüstri Meslek Lisesi Torna tesviye’den mezun oldu. 1989 y?l?nda Burdur E?itim Yüksek Okulu’ndan S?n?f ??retmeni olarak mezun olduktan sonra 1990 y?l?ndan bu yana zaman zaman idarecilik yapsa da ?u an Uzman S?n?f ??retmeni olarak ?al??makta olup iki k?z babas?d?r. 1986 y?l?nda ilk ?yküsü “sonun Ba?lang?c?” bir sinema dergisinin a?t??? yar??mada birinci gelmi?tir. Finike yerel gazetelerinde 2005 y?l?ndan sonra bir?ok k??e yaz?lar? yay?nland?. 2006 y?l?nda ilk ?iir kitab? “Son S?züm Sana Gülüm” yay?nlad?. ?kinci kitab? “Siyahlarday?m Alev Bak??l?m” 2008 y?l?nda yay?nland?. Ayr?ca güfte halinde “ Siyahlarday?m” 2010 y?l?nda ve “Vazge? G?nlüm” 2016 y?l?nda iki ?iiri bestelenip ?ark? olarak hayat bulmu?tur. 2017 y?l? son ay?nda ilk bilimkurgu roman? “Pokentranl? G?kmen” okurlar?yla tan??t?.

On the second day of July in the year 1863 the Civil War in America was at its height. Late in the preceding month Lee had turned his face northward, and, with an army of a hundred thou-sand Confederate soldiers at his back, had marched up into Penn-sylvania. There was little to hinder his advance. Refraining, by reason of strict orders, from wanton destruction of property, his soldiers nevertheless lived on the rich country through which they passed. York and Carlisle were in their grasp. Harrisburg was but a day’s march away, and now, on this second day of July, flushed with fresh victories, they had turned and were giving desperate battle, through the streets and on the hills of Gettysburg, to the Union armies that had followed them. The old commonwealth was stirred as she had not been stirred before since the fall of Sumter. Every town and village in the state responded quickly to the governor’s call for emergency troops to defend the capital city. Mount Hermon, already depleted by gen-erous early enlistments, and by the draft of 1862, gathered to-gether the bulk of the able-bodied men left in the village and its surroundings, and sent them forth in defense of the common-wealth. Not that Mount Hermon was in especial danger from Lee’s invasion, far from it. Up in the northeastern corner of the state, on a plateau of one of the low foot-hills of the Moosic range, sheltered by the mountains at its back, it was well protected, both by reason of distance and location, from the advancing foe. But Mount Hermon was intensely patriotic. In the days preceding the Revolution the sturdy pioneers from Connecticut had met the equally sturdy settlers from the domain of Penn, and on this plateau they had fought out their contentions and settled their differences; the son of the Pennamite had married the daughter of the Yankee; and the new race, with love of country tingeing every drop of its blood a deeper red, had stayed on and possessed the land. So, on this July day, when the armies of North and South were striving and struggling with each other in bloody combat back and forth across the plain and up the hills of Gettysburg, Mount Hermon’s heart beat fast. But it was not for themselves that these people were anxious. It was for the fathers, husbands, sons, lovers in that army with which Meade, untried and unproven, was endeavoring to match the strategy and strength of Lee. News of the first day’s skirmishing had reached the village, and it was felt that a great battle was imminent. In the early evening, while the women were still busy at their household tasks, the men gathered at the post-office and the stores, eager for late news, anxious to discuss the situation as they had learned it. In the meantime the boys of the town had congregated on the village green to resume the military drills which, with more or less frequency, they had carried on during the summer. These drills were not wholly without serious intent. It was play, indeed; but, out of the ranks of these boys, three of the older ones had already gone to the front to fight real battles; and it was felt, by the men of the town, that the boys could not be too thoroughly imbued with the military spirit. So, on this July evening, wakened into new ardor by the news from Gettysburg, they had gathered to resume their nightly work—and play.There were thirty-three of them, ranging in years all the way from eight to eighteen. They were eager and enthusiastic. At the command to fall in there was much pushing and jostling, much striving for desirable places, and even the young captain, with great show of authority, could not quite adjust all differences to the complete satisfaction of his men.Before the confusion had wholly ceased, and while there were still awkward gaps in the ranks, a tall, straight, shy-mannered boy of seventeen, who had remained hitherto on the outskirts of the group, quietly slipped into one of the vacant places.

THERE were three great European nations in ancient days, each of which furnished history with a hero: the Greeks, the Carthaginians, and the Romans.??Alexander was the hero of the Greeks. He was King of Macedon, a country lying north of Greece proper. He headed an army of his countrymen, and made an excursion for conquest and glory into Asia. He made himself master of all that quarter of the globe, and reigned over it in Babylon, till he brought himself to an early grave by the excesses into which his boundless prosperity allured him. His fame rests on his triumphant success in building up for himself so vast an empire, and the admiration which his career has always excited among mankind is heightened by the consideration of his youth, and of the noble and generous impulses which strongly marked his character.??The ROMAN hero was CAESAR. He was born just one hundred years before the Christian era. His renown does not depend, like that of Alexander, on foreign conquests, nor, like that of Hannibal, on the terrible energy of his aggressions upon foreign foes, but upon his protracted and dreadful contests with, and ultimate triumphs over, his rivals and competitors at home.

O radiografie hermeneutic? a unor c?r?i-eveniment ce au v?zut lumina tiparului ?n perioada postdecembrist?, accentul fiind pus pe autorii interzi?i sub dictatur?, precum ?i pe c?r?ile poe?ilor ce devin, f?r? voia lor, o rara avis ?n societatea de tranzi?ie. Cartea se adreseaz? elevilor, studen?ilor, precum ?i publicului larg de cititori.

Victor Hugo says, that "Africa will be the continent of the twentieth century." Already the nations are struggling to possess it. Stanley's explorations proved the majesty and efficacy of equipment and force amid these dusky peoples and through the awful mazes of the unknown. Empires watched with eager eye the progress of his last daring journey. Science and civilization stood ready to welcome its results. He comes to light again, having escaped ambush, flood, the wild beast and disease, and his revelations set the world aglow. He is greeted by kings, hailed by savants, and looked to by the colonizing nations as the future pioneer of political power and commercial enterprise in their behalf, as he has been the most redoubtable leader of adventure in the past. This miraculous journey of the dashing and intrepid explorer, completed against obstacles which all believed to be insurmountable, safely ended after opinion had given him up as dead, together with its bearings on the fortunes of those nations who are casting anew the chart of Africa, and upon the native peoples who are to be revolutionized or exterminated by the last grand surges of progress, all these render a volume dedicated to travel and discovery, especially in the realm of "The Dark Continent," surprisingly agreeable and useful at this time. How like enchantment is the story of that revelation which the New America furnished the Old World! What a spirit of inquiry and exploit it opened! How un-precedented and startling, adventure of every kind became! What thrilling vol-umes tell of the hardships of daring navigators or of the perils of brave and dash-ing landsmen! Later on, who fails to read with the keenest emotion of those dan-gers, trials and escapes which enveloped the intrepid searchers after the icy secrets of the Poles, or confronted those who would unfold the tale of the older civiliza-tions and of the ocean’s island spaces.Though the directions of pioneering enterprise change, yet more and more man searches for the new. To follow him, is to write of the wonderful. Again, to follow him is to read of the surprising and the thrilling. No prior history of discovery has ever exceeded in vigorous entertainment and startling interest that which centers in “The Dark Continent” and has for its most distinguished hero, Henry M. Stan-ley. His coming and going in the untrodden and hostile wilds of Africa, now to rescue the stranded pioneers of other nationalities, now to explore the unknown waters of a mighty and unique system, now to teach cannibal tribes respect for decency and law, and now to map for the first time with any degree of accuracy, the limits of new dynasties, make up a volume of surpassing moment and peculiar fascination.All the world now turns to Africa as the scene of those adventures which pos-sess such a weird and startling interest for readers of every class, and which invite to heroic exertion on the part of pioneers. It is the one dark, mysterious spot, strangely made up of massive mountains, lofty and extended plateaus, salt and sandy deserts, immense fertile stretches, climates of death and balm, spacious lakes, gigantic rivers, dense forests, numerous, grotesque and savage peoples, and an animal life of fierce mien, enormous strength and endless variety. It is the country of the marvelous, yet none of its marvels exceed its realities.And each exploration, each pioneering exploit, each history of adventure into its mysterious depths, but intensifies the world’s view of it and enhances human interest in it, for it is there the civilized nations are soon to set metes and bounds to their grandest acquisitions—perhaps in peace, perhaps in war. It is there that white colonization shall try its boldest problems. It is there that Christianity shall engage in one of its hardest contests.

Iubite cititor. Multe prostii vei citit, de cnd eti. Citete, rogute, i aceste i pe undei vedea c nui vin la socoteal, ia pana n mn i d i tu altceva mai bun la iveal, cci eu atta mam priceput i atta am fcut." Autorul

Scrum este cel de-al doilea roman al lui Augustin Nacu ?i reprezint? istoria unei evad?ri e?uate, un joc periculos, dar ?i frumos, disperat de frumos al unui grup de prieteni, mai ?nt?i, elevi, apoi, studen?i, din Uniunea Sovietic?, afla?i ?ntr-o goan? perpetu? dup? visul lor. Cu mici excep?ii, ac?iunea se desf??oar? la Chi?in?u, capitala Republicii Sovietice Socialiste Moldovene?ti, la ?nceputul anilor optzeci ai secolului XX, constituind sf?r?itul a?a-zisei epoci de stagnare a lui Brejnev ?i acel intermezzo dinaintea perestroik?i lui Gorbaciov, av?nd mai multe ie?iri ?ntr-un viitor nu doar imaginar pentru tot at?tea ?ntoarceri ?ntr-un trecut teribil de real, chiar ?i ?n unul mai ?ndep?rtat, cel de la mijlocul secolului men?ionat, o perioad? dramatic? pentru Basarabia ?i oamenii ei, bunici ?i p?rin?i, a c?ror remanent? disperare s-a transmis printr-o ?memorie a genelor“ copiilor ?i nepo?ilor, aliment?ndu-le mereu acestora din urm? dorin?a nest?vilit? de libertate, din care s-a iscat acel vis ?i, implicit, acel joc al lor...

Referindu-se la Pesc?ru?ul ?ntr-o scrisoare din octombrie 1895, Cehov nota, ?ntre altele: ?Scriu o pies? pe care probabil nu o voi termina p?n? la sf?r?itul lui noiembrie. O scriu nu f?r? pl?cere, de?i m? tem de conven?iile scenei. E o comedie, exist? trei roluri pentru femei, ?ase pentru b?rba?i, patru acte, peisaje (priveli?tea unui lac), o mul?ime de conversa?ii despre literatur?, pu?in? ac?iune, mult? iubire“. Premiera s-a dovedit dezastruoas?, editorul s?u aduc?ndu-i acuze ca, pild?, la?itatea evident?, caracterul din cale afar? de feminin. Con?tient de geniul s?u, Cehov riposteaz?: ?De ce aceast? calomnie? Dup? reprezenta?ie am luat cina la Romanovi. Pe cuv?ntul meu de onoare. Apoi m-am dus la culcare, am dormit s?n?tos ?i a doua zi am mers acas? f?r? a suspina vreo nemul?umire. Dac? a? fi fost un la?, a? fi alergat de la un editor la altul ?i de la un actor la altul, i-a? fi implorat s? fie ?ng?duitori ?i a? fi petrecut dou? trei s?pt?m?ni ?n Petersburg, agit?ndu-m? cu Pesc?ru?ul meu, cu emo?ie, cu o transpira?ie rece ?n lamenta?ii. Am ac?ionat at?t de rece ?i de responsabil precum un om care a f?cut o ofert? ?i apoi a fost ?nt?mpinat cu un refuz ?i nu mai are nimic altceva de f?cut dec?t s? plece. ?ntr-adev?r, vanitatea mea a fost n?ucit?, dar ?ti?i, nu a fost o lovitur? din senin. A?teptam un e?ec ?i m? preg?tisem pentru el precum te-am prevenit cu o absolut? sinceritate“.

E diminea??, Abiscruda ?i poveste?te lui Altiulius despre un cercet?tor al somnului, pe nume Dement, pe care ea l-a visat. Palev ?i Abisa aud ?ntreaga discu?ie dintr-o camer? al?turat?, ?i sur?d.– Acest Dement, ?n visul meu, cerceta somnul oamenilor ?i oamenii aveau somnul tulbure ?i cercet?torul Dement le privea somnul ?n ochi ?i z?mbea. Eu eram treaz? ?n visul meu ?i cercet?torul a venit la mine ?i mi-a zis: ?La ?aptezeci de ani, oamenii viseaz? de opt ori mai pu?in dec?t nou-n?scu?ii“.Altiulius o ascult? pe Abiscruda, ?i spune:– P?i, da, b?tr?nii nu mai au de ce s? viseze, C?ND E?TI B?TR?N ?I SE TERMIN? VISELE.– Nu, Altiulius, B?TR?NII VISEAZ? MAI PU?IN FIINDC? LI SE USUC? PLEOAPELE, de aia. NOU-N?SCU?II VISEAZ? MULT PENTRU C? PLEOAPELE LOR MIROS A LAPTE.– Asta ?i-a zis-o cercet?torul?– Nu. Asta i-am zis-o eu lui.– Copiii ??tia parc? s?nt de pe alt? lume, spune Abisa ?n ?oapt?.– ?i nu s?nt de pe alt? lume? spune Palev, cu voce sc?zut?.

"Hast thou seen that lordly castle,?That castle by the sea??Golden and red above it?The clouds float gorgeously." ??Do you remember Gratian—Gratian Conyfer, the godson of the four winds, the boy who lived at the old farmhouse up among the moors, where these strange beautiful sisters used to meet? Do you remember how full of fancies and stories Gratian's little head was, and how sometimes he put them into words to please Fergus, the lame child he loved so much? ??The story I am now going to tell you is one of these. I think it was their favourite one. I can not say that it is in the very words in which Gratian used to tell it, for it was not till long, long after those boyish days that it came to be written down. But all the same it is his story. About Author: Mary Louisa Molesworth, née Stewart (1839 – 1921) was an English writer of children's stories who wrote for children under the name of Mrs Molesworth. Her first novels, for adult readers, Lover and Husband (1869) to Cicely (1874), appeared under the pseudonym of Ennis Graham. She was born in Rotterdam, a daughter of Charles Augustus Stewart (1809–1873) who later became a rich merchant in Manchester and his wife Agnes Janet Wilson (1810–1883). Mary had three brothers and two sisters. She was educated in Great Britain and Switzerland: much of her girlhood was spent in Manchester. In 1861 she married Major R. Molesworth, nephew of Viscount Molesworth; they legally separated in 1879. Mrs Molesworth is best known as a writer of books for the young, such as Tell Me a Story (1875), Carrots (1876), The Cuckoo Clock (1877), The Tapestry Room (1879), and A Christmas Child (1880). She has been called "the Jane Austen of the nursery," while The Carved Lions (1895) "is probably her masterpiece." In the judgement of Roger Lancelyn Green: Mary Louisa Molesworth typified late Victorian writing for girls. Aimed at girls too old for fairies and princesses but too young for Austen and the Brontes, books by Molesworth had their share of amusement, but they also had a good deal of moral instruction. The girls reading Molesworth would grow up to be mothers; thus, the books emphasized Victorian notions of duty and self-sacrifice. Typical of the time, her young child characters often use a lisping style, and words may be misspelt to represent children's speech—"jography" for geography, for instance.She took an interest in supernatural fiction. In 1888, she published a collection of supernatural tales under the title Four Ghost Stories, and in 1896 a similar collection of six tales under the title Uncanny Stories. In addition to those, her volume Studies and Stories includes a ghost story entitled "Old Gervais" and her Summer Stories for Boys and Girls includes "Not exactly a ghost story." A new edition of The Cuckoo Clock was published in 1914.

Surse oficiale precizeaz?: Metroul-2 este un obiectiv guvernamental, care prezint? interes din punctul de vedere al leg?turilor subterane ?i, ?n caz de necesitate, poate fi folosit at?t ca sistem sigur de comunica?ii, c?t ?i ca mijloc de transport. Dac?, p?n? ?n prezent, n-au existat motive s? fie ascunse aceste informa?ii, atunci, de ce nu se spune dac? Metroul-2 este depozit secret pentru rezervele de aur ale Rusiei sau tunel care duce la cele mai mari z?c?minte de bog??ii minerale sau drumul folosit de Stalin ca s? mearg? la ?nt?lnirile cu Buharin? Ce s-a petrecut ?i ce se petrece acolo? Mai ?nt?i, de ce au fost ?mpu?ca?i constructorii Metroului-2? De ce au disp?rut at??ia oameni ?i de unde a ap?rut plutoniul pentru armament sub p?m?nt? Cine folose?te ?n prezent bunc?rul de sub Kremlin? De ce se ascund cu grij? informa?iile despre acesta, despre bunc?rul secret a lui Stalin ?i despre ?nmorm?nt?rile ?n mas? din subteranele metroului? Sau despre legendara bibliotec? a lui Ivan cel Groaznic, precum ?i despre cauzele pr?bu?irii parcului acvatic din Moscova? Despre toate acestea ?i despre multe altele v? va povesti un ziarist care a cutreierat ?mpreun? cu diggerii tunelurile subterane ?i s-a ini?iat ?n tainele sumbre ale metrourilor din Piter ?i Moscova.

Cartea de fa?? r?spunde unor ?ntreb?ri majore: ce este omul? Cine este omul? De ce este omul?Cartea cuprinde teme subiective de medita?ie, filosofie diletant? ?i analiz? psihologic?, ?n genul unor confesiuni, fiind structurat? pe trei p?r?i. Cuvintele abuzive reprezint? o g?ndire fraged?, haotic?, pueril?, prima descoperire a propriului g?nd ?n contradic?ie cu g?ndirea lumii ?i cu g?ndirea proprie ?n alt? faz? a ei, necesitatea dubl?rii g?ndirii ?n dezacordurile ei.Dialogurile sunt descoperirea min?ii personajului ?n proprie minte, descoperirea personajelor vie?ii ?i amintiri fugare ale unor ?nt?mpl?ri obi?nuite care primesc subiectivism paranoic.A treia parte prime?te obiectivitatea, a?a zis? universal?, a unui anumit Narator, care reinterpreteaz? ?i reintegreaz? g?ndurile unui anumit om, ales la ?nt?mplare, dar decis totu?i de circumstan?ele c?r?ii. Dovedirea c? omul ?i ?nsumeaz? pe to?i, lumea.

ALEXANDER the Great died when he was quite young. He was but thirty-two years of age when he ended his career, and as he was about twenty when he commenced it, it was only for a period of twelve years that he was actually engaged in performing the work of his life. Napoleon was nearly three times as long on the great field of human action.??Notwithstanding the briefness of Alexander's career, he ran through, during that short period, a very brilliant series of exploits, which were so bold, so romantic, and which led him into such adventures in scenes of the greatest magnificence and splendor, that all the world looked on with astonishment then, and mankind have continued to read the story since, from age to age, with the greatest interest and attention.??The secret of Alexander's success was his character. He possessed a certain combination of mental and per-sonal attractions, which in every age gives to those who exhibit it a mysterious and almost unbounded ascendency over all within their influence. Alexander was characterized by these qualities in a very remarkable degree. He was finely formed in person, and very prepossessing in his manners. He was active, athletic, and full of ardor and enthusiasm in all that he did.

ALFRED THE GREAT figures in history as the founder, in some sense, of the British monarchy. Of that long succession of sovereigns who have held the scepter of that monarchy, and whose government has exerted so vast an influence on the condition and welfare of mankind, he was not, indeed, actually the first. ??There were several lines of insignificant princes before him, who governed such portions of the kingdom as they individually possessed, more like semi-savage chieftains than English kings. Alfred followed these by the principle of hereditary right, and spent his life in laying broad and deep the foundations on which the enormous superstructure of the British empire has since been reared. If the tales respecting his character and deeds which have come down to us are at all worthy of belief, he was an honest, conscientious, disinterested, and farseeing statesman. ??If the system of hereditary succession would always furnish such sovereigns for mankind, the principle of loyalty would have held its place much longer in the world than it is now likely to do, and great nations, now republican, would have been saved a vast deal of trouble and toil expended in the election of their rulers.

KING CHARLES THE SECOND was the son and successor of King Charles the First. These two are the only kings of the name of Charles that have appea-red, thus far, in the line of English sovereigns. Nor is it very probable that there will soon be another. The reigns of both these monarchs were stained and tarnished with many vices and crimes, and darkened by national disasters of every kind, and the name is thus connected with so many painful associations in the minds of men, that it seems to have been dropped, by common consent, in all branches of the royal family.??The reign of Charles the First, as will be seen by the history of his life in this series, was characterized by a long and obstinate contest between the king and the people, which brought on, at last, a civil war, in which the king was defeated and taken prisoner, and in the end beheaded on a block, before one of his own pala-ces. During the last stages of this terrible contest, and before Charles was himself taken prisoner, he was, as it were, a fugitive and an outlaw in his own dominions. His wife and family were scattered in various foreign lands, his cities and castles were in the hands of his enemies, and his oldest son, the prince Charles, was the object of special hostility. The prince incurred, therefore, a great many dangers, and suffered many heavy calamities in his early years. He lived to see these calamities pass away, and, after they were gone, he enjoyed, so far as his own personal safety and welfare were concerned, a tranquil and prosperous life. The storm, however, of trial and suffering which enveloped the evening of his father's days, darkened the morning of his own. ??The life of Charles the First was a river rising gently, from quiet springs, in a scene of verdure and sunshine, and flowing gradually into rugged and gloomy regions, where at last it falls into a terrific abyss, enveloped in darkness and storms. That of Charles the Second, on the other hand, rising in the wild and rugged mountains where the parent stream was engulfed, commences its course by leaping frightfully from precipice to precipice, with turbid and foaming waters, but emerges at last into a smooth and smiling land, and flows through it prosperously to the sea.

Iubire sete de via?? Tu e?ti puterea creatoare Sub care inimile noastre Renasc ca ???orile ?n soare ??i ?mb?tate de-al t?u farmec Ce peste lume se a?terne ?n tremurarea lor de-o clip? Viseaz? fericiri eterne. Din haos ?i din ?ntuneric Te-ai smuls fecund? ?i senin?: Al t?u sur?s de alma parens Fu prima raz? de lumin?. ??i de c?ldura ta plane?ii Treptat se dezmor?esc ?nvie... Pe to?i ca ?ntr-o mreaj?-i leag? Universala simpatie. Tu faci s? circule ?n lume Puterea ta de z?mislire. ??i miliardele de forme De-a lungul vremii s? se-n?ire. Alexandru Vlahuta - Iubire

The great World War was more than two-thirds over when America entered the struggle, and yet in a sense this country was in the war from its very beginning. Three great inventions controlled the character of the fighting and made it different from any other the world has ever seen. These three inventions were American. The submarine was our invention; it carried the war into the sea. The airplane was an American invention; it carried the war into the sky. We invented the machine-gun; it drove the war into the ground. It is not my purpose to boast of American genius but, rather, to show that we entered the war with heavy responsibilities. The inven-tions we had given to the world had been developed marvelously in other lands. Furthermore they were in the hands of a determined and unscrupulous foe, and we found before us the task of overcoming the very machines that we had created. Yankee ingenuity was faced with a real test. The only way of overcoming the airplane was to build more and better machines than the enemy possessed. This we tried to do, but first we had to be taught by our allies the latest refinements of this machine, and the war was over before we had more than started our a?rial program. The machine-gun and its accessory, barbed wire (also an American invention), were overcome by the tank; and we may find what little comfort we can in the fact that its invention was inspired by the sight of an American farm tractor. But the tank was a British creation and was undoubtedly the most important invention of the war. On the sea we were faced with a most baffling problem. The U-boat could not be coped with by the building of swarms of submarines. The essential here was a means of locating the enemy and destroying him even while he lurked under the surface. Two American inventions, the hydrophone and the depth bomb, made the lot of the U-boat decidedly unenviable and they hastened if they did not actually end German frightfulness on the sea. But these were by no means the only inventions of the war. Great Britain showed wonderful ingenuity and resourcefulness in many di-rections; France did marvels with the airplane and showed great clev-erness in her development of the tank and there was a host of minor inventions to her credit; while Italy showed marked skill in the crea-tion of large airplanes and small seacraft.

Yirmi birinci yüzy?lda, teknolojik geli?melerin de etkisiyle, büyük bir "öz güven patlamas?" ya?ayan insanl?k; kurulu?undan bu yana kendi yasalar?na göre çal??an ba?ta ekolojik sistem olmak üzere: Biyolojik ve jeolojik sistemlere müdahale ederek; kendi kurallar?na göre de?i?tirmeye kalkt?. ??te, ba?ta baz? hastal?klar olmak üzere; birçok sorunlar da burada ortaya ç?kt?. Maalesef bugün nerede ise hepimiz, hastay?z! Hastal?klar?m?z?n ise çe?it çe?it ad? olsa bile en yayg?n olan?: "Parçalama Hastal???" olup çok da kolay tedavi edilebilecek gibi de görünmemektedir.Günümüzde, teknolojik geli?mi?li?in de etkisiyle: ?nsano?lu, bütünü anlamak için onu parçalamay? seçti. Parçalar? üzerinden bütünü; anlamaya ve tan?maya çal??maktad?r.. Oysa ki, parçalar? birle?tirerek bütünü tan?mak hem daha kolay, hem de daha do?al bir yöntem oldu?unu da bilmesine ra?men.Y?llard?r; maddeleri parçalad?k yetmedi. Atomlar? parçalad?k bitmedi. Bu i? daha nereye kadar gidecek? Ve ne kadar daha sürecek? Bilinmez! Ancak bizler, bir an önce maddeleri ve sistemleri parçalamaktan vazgeçmek mecburiyetindeyiz! Yoksa: Korkar?m çok yak?nda, yeryüzündeki ya?am? kökünden bitirece?iz!..Bu arada, baz? "Laboratuvar Ka?iflerine" de birkaç hat?rlatmada bulunmak isterim:Hani; Sizlerin, mikro organizmalar? incelemek için hergün bakt???n?z o devasa büyüteçler'iniz (Dev Elektron Mikroskoplar?n?z) var ya! ??te o büyüteçler; inceledi?iniz o organizmalar?, sizlerin gözünde milyonlarca kez büyütmekte iken; sizleri de belki onlar?n "gözünde" milyonlarca kez küçültüyor olmas?nlar (?) Yine: Belki de sizler; onlar? tan?maya çal???rken; onlar da bizleri anlamaya çabal?yor olmas?nlar? Dahas?: Belki de onlar da bizleri merak ediyorlard?r (?) Kim bilir? Ne dersiniz? Bir de böyle dü?ünmeyi denemelisiniz!.."LABORATUARDAK? ?BL?S"{???R L?STES? & ?Ç?NDEK?LER}:YAZAR HAKKINDA {ÖZ GEÇM??}TANITMALIK {PROSPEKTÜS}T?N VE TENZERRELABORATUARDAK? ?BL?SB?ZDEN M?D?R?RUH YARASIKONDUNEFES?ST?R?DYEN?N HÜNER?MOLEKÜLER SEYAHATYARI?L?NÇHIZ/HAZ ÇEL??MECES?HAL?S YAPAYLIKLAR D?YARINDA -1MAZ?DEK? AYAK ?ZLER?MMAN?SA TARZANIARKA KAPAK?a’irin Yay?nlanm?? Di?er Kitaplar?VEYSEL TOPALO?LU (?A?R; SADEKUL)

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Si intr-adevar Vlaicu-Voda intruneste toate cerintele unei drame menite sa ramana calitati literare si calitati dramatice. Autorul acestei drame e un adevarat poet care prin imagini noi si bogate prin cuvinte expresive stie sa zugraveasca oameni fapte locuri timpuri. Limba lui e o comoara pe care doar la Odobescu o mai intalnim imperecherea neologismelor cu arhaismele da o culoare delicata si in acelasi timp da putere de expresivitate frazei imperecherile acestea desigur le gasim si in Odobescu dar dl Davila a stiut sa le inmulteasca si sa le rafineze. Un patetism sincer firesc inalta parca si valoarea cuvintelor si a frazelor. Tiradele chiar cele mai lungi sunt cladite cu o arta de compozitie deplina cu o putere de convingere rara asa ca efectul lor e puternic inaltator. Emotia artistica cuprinde pe spectator si-l tine toata vremea cat aude vorbele intelepte/romanesti ale figurilor de pe scena. si pe urma sentintele cuminti neaose care sunt presarate aproape in fiecare replica. [...] Cu toate observatiile mai mult sau mai putin insemnate Vlaicu-Voda ramane o podoaba a literaturii noastre dramatice prin patetismul cald si comunicativ prin frumusetea limbii si a versurilor prin puterea de evocare a unei epoci framantate prin maiestria de amanunt cu care e construita prin efectele dramatice si prin patriotismul cald si cuminte ce transpira dintr-insa. Ca atare Vlaicu-Voda nu numai merita dar trebuie sa figureze totdeauna in repertoriul Teatrului National alaturi de dramele lui Alecsandri Caragiale Hasdeu si ale dlui Delavrancea – Liviu Rebreanu