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⭕️History Of Russia - Rurik to Revolution
💢Part 1: For thousands of years, the lands known today as Russia and Ukraine were inhabited by nomadic tribes and mysterious bronze age cultures. The only record they left were their graves. In the great open grass lands of the south, "the step", they buried their chieftains, beneath huge mounds called "Kurgans". The ancient greek historian Herodotus called these people "Scythians". Their lands were overrun by the same nomadic worriers who brought down the Roman Empire. The land was then settled by "Slavs". They shared some language and culture but were devided into many different tribes.
To be continued...
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♨️Pronunciation
🌐The text below is read in the following audio file. Listen carefully and try to learn how each word is pronounced.
⭕️History Of Russia - Rurik to Revolution
💢Part 1: For thousands of years, the lands known today as Russia and Ukraine were inhabited by nomadic tribes and mysterious bronze age cultures. The only record they left were their graves. In the great open grass lands of the south, "the step", they buried their chieftains, beneath huge mounds called "Kurgans". The ancient greek historian Herodotus called these people "Scythians". Their lands were overrun by the same nomadic worriers who brought down the Roman Empire. The land was then settled by "Slavs". They shared some language and culture but were devided into many different tribes.
To be continued...
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The Awful Thing We Did To Eliza
Footsteps begin on the stairs. Dad enters, followed by the man with the camera. James slips in behind them, looking as though he didn’t think he should be here or didn’t want to be here, I couldn’t tell which.
The man with the camera is very tall, like Dad, with dark hair and a thick, dark beard. His face could have been whittled from wood, it was so lined. He looks from me to Eliza, and steps over to the bed to examine her.
“If, as you say,” he says in a thick German accent, gesturing to my father, “you would like to make this a picture of the family rather than a memorial, I will need to decorate the girl to make her appear alive.” He takes a small paint set from his pocket. “I will decorate her eyes, to make them appear open, if this is acceptable.” My father looks to my mother, who, holding a tissue to her eyes, nods.
Turning, he descends to one knee beside Eliza’s bed. His back is to us.
A few minutes later, he stands up and says, “I believe she is ready.”
We look behind him at Eliza. The man had painted a set of eyes onto her eyelids. Thin black paint outlined the shape, in the middle of which sat a brown iris around jet black pupils. He had also drawn thin flecks over the eyes for eyelashes.
They weren’t grotesque or frightening. They were just… off. Eliza’s eyes were blue, not brown, but that wasn’t it.
Mom once said between life and death was a barrier, a wall which we cross over only once. The eyes on Eliza seemed to bring her back over that wall, even if the eyes were a little abnormal. I felt a mixture of hope and uneasiness.
The man asks if we’re ready.
As we group together around Eliza’s bed, the man, now behind the camera, says, “One more thing. The exposure will take forty to fifty seconds, so, if you will, please remain as still as possible in order to minimize any blurriness.”
I supposed Eliza’s face would come out crystal clear.
“On the count of three.”
To be continued...
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Listen to the following audio first, and then read the written form of this short story. Try to understand the audio without reading the text! 👇👇👇
The Awful Thing We Did To Eliza
Footsteps begin on the stairs. Dad enters, followed by the man with the camera. James slips in behind them, looking as though he didn’t think he should be here or didn’t want to be here, I couldn’t tell which.
The man with the camera is very tall, like Dad, with dark hair and a thick, dark beard. His face could have been whittled from wood, it was so lined. He looks from me to Eliza, and steps over to the bed to examine her.
“If, as you say,” he says in a thick German accent, gesturing to my father, “you would like to make this a picture of the family rather than a memorial, I will need to decorate the girl to make her appear alive.” He takes a small paint set from his pocket. “I will decorate her eyes, to make them appear open, if this is acceptable.” My father looks to my mother, who, holding a tissue to her eyes, nods.
Turning, he descends to one knee beside Eliza’s bed. His back is to us.
A few minutes later, he stands up and says, “I believe she is ready.”
We look behind him at Eliza. The man had painted a set of eyes onto her eyelids. Thin black paint outlined the shape, in the middle of which sat a brown iris around jet black pupils. He had also drawn thin flecks over the eyes for eyelashes.
They weren’t grotesque or frightening. They were just… off. Eliza’s eyes were blue, not brown, but that wasn’t it.
Mom once said between life and death was a barrier, a wall which we cross over only once. The eyes on Eliza seemed to bring her back over that wall, even if the eyes were a little abnormal. I felt a mixture of hope and uneasiness.
The man asks if we’re ready.
As we group together around Eliza’s bed, the man, now behind the camera, says, “One more thing. The exposure will take forty to fifty seconds, so, if you will, please remain as still as possible in order to minimize any blurriness.”
I supposed Eliza’s face would come out crystal clear.
“On the count of three.”
To be continued...
@AmEnglish
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Forwarded from N.Z Academy
🇺🇸American English🇨🇦
♨️Pronunciation
🌐The text below is read in the following audio file. Listen carefully and try to learn how each word is pronounced.
⭕️History Of Russia - Rurik to Revolution
💢Part 2: Vikings from Scandinavia, known in the east as "Varangians" rode up Russia's long rivers on daring raids and trading expeditions. According to legend, the east Slavs asked a Varangian chief named "Rurik" to be their prince and unite the tribes. He accepted and made his capital at "Novgorod". His dynasty "The Rurikids" would rule Russia for 700 years. His people called themselves "The Rus" and gave their name to the land.
To be continued...
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#Pronunciation #history #Russia
♨️Pronunciation
🌐The text below is read in the following audio file. Listen carefully and try to learn how each word is pronounced.
⭕️History Of Russia - Rurik to Revolution
💢Part 2: Vikings from Scandinavia, known in the east as "Varangians" rode up Russia's long rivers on daring raids and trading expeditions. According to legend, the east Slavs asked a Varangian chief named "Rurik" to be their prince and unite the tribes. He accepted and made his capital at "Novgorod". His dynasty "The Rurikids" would rule Russia for 700 years. His people called themselves "The Rus" and gave their name to the land.
To be continued...
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#Pronunciation #history #Russia
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Forwarded from N.Z Academy
🇺🇸American English🇨🇦
♨️Pronunciation
🌐The text below is read in the following audio file. Listen carefully and try to learn how each word is pronounced.
⭕️History Of Russia - Rurik to Revolution
💢Part 3: Rurik's successor, "Oleg" captured "Kiev", making it the capital of a new state, "Kievan Rus". A century later, seeking closer ties with the Byzantine Empire to the south, "Vladimir The Great" adopted their religion and converted to orthodox christianity. He is still venerated today as the man who brought christianity to Ukraine and Russia. "Yaroslav The Wise" codified laws and conquered new lands. His reign marked the golden age of "Kievan Rus". It was amongst the most sophisticated and powerful states in Europe. But after Yaroslavs death his sons fought amongst themselves. "Kievan Rus" disintegrated into patch work of feuding princedoms...just as a deadly new threat emerged from the east.
To be continued...
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#Pronunciation #history #Russia
♨️Pronunciation
🌐The text below is read in the following audio file. Listen carefully and try to learn how each word is pronounced.
⭕️History Of Russia - Rurik to Revolution
💢Part 3: Rurik's successor, "Oleg" captured "Kiev", making it the capital of a new state, "Kievan Rus". A century later, seeking closer ties with the Byzantine Empire to the south, "Vladimir The Great" adopted their religion and converted to orthodox christianity. He is still venerated today as the man who brought christianity to Ukraine and Russia. "Yaroslav The Wise" codified laws and conquered new lands. His reign marked the golden age of "Kievan Rus". It was amongst the most sophisticated and powerful states in Europe. But after Yaroslavs death his sons fought amongst themselves. "Kievan Rus" disintegrated into patch work of feuding princedoms...just as a deadly new threat emerged from the east.
To be continued...
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#Pronunciation #history #Russia
Listening 🎧
Listen to the following audio first, and then read the written form of this short story. Try to understand the audio without reading the text! 👇👇👇
The Awful Thing We Did To Eliza
Eliza was buried the next day.
We held a funeral for her at Saint Catherine’s church, and buried her in the graveyard next to it. Mom howled when the casket was closed. I guess it’s because that’s when she knew she wouldn’t ever see Eliza again.
The tiny coffin looked very odd to me. James, my dad, and two men I didn’t know carried her outside. I could tell James was struggling with the back corner, but he still did it all right. A lot of people came out, all wearing black. Eliza was in white. They washed the paint off her eyes before they put her in. She still made me uncomfortable. I didn’t know why.
We put the photograph in its own gold frame. It was put right in the middle of the mantle. It was always nice to walk by and look at. It was helpful to remember what she looked like. You stop seeing a person and for some reason, their face begins to fade. You can’t quite remember what they looked like, or the specific features that made them, them.
A few weeks later, I was looking at the photograph again. I did it less often now, but I still stopped from time to time. I was looking at Eliza, but I was also looking at myself. I liked seeing my face. I knew what I looked like, but somehow seeing my face in the photograph was different from looking in the mirror, or seeing your reflection in a pond.
I also felt badly, because I knew Eliza would never see a picture of herself. She would never know what she looked like when she was younger. She would never watch herself grow up. Hot tears burn in my eyes as I look at her. Painted eyes behind the gray of the picture. A look on her face, an almost sad…
I stopped.
I didn’t know what it was, but I could feel a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I started to feel cold. Something was out of place. Something was wrong.
To be continued...
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Listen to the following audio first, and then read the written form of this short story. Try to understand the audio without reading the text! 👇👇👇
The Awful Thing We Did To Eliza
Eliza was buried the next day.
We held a funeral for her at Saint Catherine’s church, and buried her in the graveyard next to it. Mom howled when the casket was closed. I guess it’s because that’s when she knew she wouldn’t ever see Eliza again.
The tiny coffin looked very odd to me. James, my dad, and two men I didn’t know carried her outside. I could tell James was struggling with the back corner, but he still did it all right. A lot of people came out, all wearing black. Eliza was in white. They washed the paint off her eyes before they put her in. She still made me uncomfortable. I didn’t know why.
We put the photograph in its own gold frame. It was put right in the middle of the mantle. It was always nice to walk by and look at. It was helpful to remember what she looked like. You stop seeing a person and for some reason, their face begins to fade. You can’t quite remember what they looked like, or the specific features that made them, them.
A few weeks later, I was looking at the photograph again. I did it less often now, but I still stopped from time to time. I was looking at Eliza, but I was also looking at myself. I liked seeing my face. I knew what I looked like, but somehow seeing my face in the photograph was different from looking in the mirror, or seeing your reflection in a pond.
I also felt badly, because I knew Eliza would never see a picture of herself. She would never know what she looked like when she was younger. She would never watch herself grow up. Hot tears burn in my eyes as I look at her. Painted eyes behind the gray of the picture. A look on her face, an almost sad…
I stopped.
I didn’t know what it was, but I could feel a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I started to feel cold. Something was out of place. Something was wrong.
To be continued...
@AmEnglish
#horror #story #Eliza #part_4 #listening #speaking #CHFTD
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