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Àííîòàöèÿ: The following science fiction stories take place in a future age of technological advances that may be difficult for us even to imagine. Have these technological advances that may  be difficult for us even to imagine. Have these technological advances always been a blessing?

Àííîòàöèÿ: Àâòîð äîêàçûâàåò, ÷òî Ìóçà íå èçìåíèëà åìó íà âîñüìîì äåñÿòêå ëåò, ñ áëåñêîì äåìîíñòðèðóÿ âåñü ñâîé òâîð÷åñêèé äèàïàçîí - îò òåïëîé ÷åëîâå÷íîñòè, ñåíòèìåíòàëüíîñòè â ëó÷øåì ñìûñëå ýòîãî ñëîâà, äî ãóñòî çàìåøàííîé íà ÷åðíîì þìîðå òðàãèêîìåäèè.

Àííîòàöèÿ: Allgemeine Informationen uber Wesen und Entstehung des Wetters mit Erklarungen der physikalischen Zusammenhange werden in diesem BLW Naturfuhrer gegeben. Das Lesen von Wetterkarten wird erklart und Faustregeln fur ortliche Wetterprognosen werden aufgestellt.

Àííîòàöèÿ: World-renowned fantasist Ray Bradbury has on several occasions stepped outside the arenas of horror, fantasy, and science fiction. An unabashed romantic, his first novel in 1957 was basically a love letter to his childhood. (For those who want to undertake an even more evocative look at the dark side of youth, five years later the author would write the chilling classic Something Wicked This Way Comes.) Dandelion Wine takes us into the summer of 1928, and to all the wondrous and magical events in the life of a 12-year-old Midwestern boy named Douglas Spaulding. This tender, openly affectionate story of a young man—s voyage of discovery is certainly more mainstream than exotic. No walking dead or spaceships to Mars here. Yet those who wish to experience the unique magic of early Bradbury as a prose stylist should find Dandelion Wine most refreshing.

Àííîòàöèÿ: Father Brian delayed going below to breakfast because he thought he heard Father Vittorini down there, laughing. Vittorini, as usual, was dining alone. So who was there to laugh with, or at? Us, thought Fathez Brian, that's who. He listened again. Across the hall Father Kelly too was hiding, or meditating, rather, in his room. They never let Vittorini finish breakfast, no, they always managed to join him as he chewed his last bit of toast. Otherwise they could not have borne their guilt through the day.

Àííîòàöèÿ: Recovering from one or two monotonous bores, "Long After Midnight" is an excellent collection of the best of Bradbury. It offers a wide variety of appeals to all audiences and all of the stories are gripping to the point that you feel like it is taking over your life and making it a part of the story. Some of the stories have such parnormality that they could easily be the storyline for an X-Files episode. Yet some are so ordinary and monotonous that it almost seems that it was an ordinary work of literature. But none of the stories in "Long After Midnight" are ordinary. All of them are written with such painstaking detail which make them spectacular. Being as it is "Long After Midnight" is a must read for almost all readers today

Àííîòàöèÿ: Phil Hastings was a lucky man-he had money, a growing reputation as a screenwriter, a happy, loving family with three kids, and he'd just moved into the house of his dreams in rural of magic-and about to be altered irrevocably by a magic more real than any he dared imagine. For with the Magic came the Bad Thing, and the Faerie, and then the cool. . .and the resurrection of a primordial war with a forgotten people-a war that not only the Hastings but the whole human race could lose. A contemporary novel of masterful horror replete with magic, fantasy, and more than a little stylish eroticism.

Àííîòàöèÿ: A mystical backwater of mountains, karst and shimmering rice paddies, Laos is home to endearingly friendly locals and a laissez-faire attitude. Lose yourself in an adventure of elephant rides, village homestays and eco treks in this welcoming haven. Maps, discover Si Phan Don, a lazy maze of turquoise rivers and sleepy hammock-strewn islands, transport, accommodation, restaurants, take an eco-pioneering trip through the vast Bokeo jungle

Àííîòàöèÿ: Marlowe's about to give up on a completely routine case when he finds himself in the wrong place at the right time to get caught up in a murder that leads to a ring of jewel thieves, another murder, a fortune-teller, a couple more murders, and more corruption than your average graveyard.

Àííîòàöèÿ: Ray Bradbury is one of the few speculative writers to have created an identifiable and unified 'world of his own': from the nostalgia, mystery and romance of the mid West, to the new colonies uneasily settling on the sands of Mars of the sinister tension of post-holocaust Mexico, his stories are a haunting evocation of the Gothic and fanciful

Àííîòàöèÿ: Çàâòðà óæå íàñòàëî! Ïîêà áðåíäèíã öåïëÿëñÿ çà â÷åðàøíèå ñõåìû, ïîòðåáèòåëü ñîâåðøèë ïåðåâîðîò è çàõâàòèë âëàñòü íà ðûíêå. Îí èíôîðìèðîâàí è öèíè÷åí, ïðåñûùåí è ïåðåãðóæåí, îí çíàåò î ìàðêåòèíãå âñå - è â òî æå âðåìÿ îí íå óäîâëåòâîðåí! Åìó íå íóæíû ìåðòâîðîæäåííûå áðåíäû, îáñëóæèâàþùèå èñêóññòâåííûå ïîòðåáíîñòè, âûäóìàííûå è íàâÿçàííûå åìó ìàðêåòîëîãàìè. Åãî íå ïðèâëå÷ü èäåàëüíûì êà÷åñòâîì, ôóíêöèîíàëüíîñòüþ è íàäåæíîñòüþ - îí ê ýòîìó ïðèâûê. ×åãî æå îí õî÷åò? Îòêëèêà íà åãî ëè÷íûå íóæäû - ðåàëüíûå íóæäû! Èñïîëíåíèÿ æåëàíèé è ñàìîðåàëèçàöèè, ýòè÷íîñòè è ñâîáîäû. Îùóùåíèÿ ïîëíîòû áûòèÿ. Êîíöåïöèÿ âèçèîíåðà è íîâàòîðà Ðýéìîíäà Íàäî - ýòî êâèíòýññåíöèÿ áðåíäèíãà XXI âåêà: ðåàëüíûå áðåíäû - äëÿ ðåàëüíûõ ëþäåé. Øåñòü øàãîâ ñîçäàíèÿ æèâîãî áðåíäà ñäåëàþò âàø ïðîäóêò íåîòúåìëåìîé ÷àñòüþ èõ æèçíè. Ïðîãíîçû ëèäåðîâ ìèðîâîãî êðåàòèâà ðàñêðîþò áóäóùåå ìàðêåòèíãà. Êåéñû ëó÷øèõ êîìïàíèé ïîêàæóò, ÷òî ðàáîòàåò, à ÷òî - íåò íà ðûíêå, ãäå âëàñòâóåò ïîòðåáèòåëü. Ýôôåêòèâíûé îòêëèê íà ðåàëèè íîâîé ýïîõè - åäèíñòâåííûé ñïîñîá ïîñòðîèòü áëåñòÿùèé áðåíä, ñïîñîáíûé âûäåðæàòü èñïûòàíèå âðåìåíåì.

Àííîòàöèÿ: "This is a very important work and one of the few good examinations of studio teaching. It is artful in its presentation of concern about handicapped users without a hint of preaching or moral outrage. The text is a wonderful addition to both the literature of architectural education and the literature of barrier-free design', - Robert Shibley, Chairman of the Department of Architecture, State University of New York at Buffalo

Àííîòàöèÿ:  êíèãó âêëþ÷åíû íàó÷íî-ôàíòàñòè÷åñêèå è ôàíòàñòè÷åñêèå ðàññêàçû àìåðèêàíñêèõ ïèñàòåëåé (Áðåäáåðè, Ãàððèñîíà è äð.). Áîëüøèíñòâî èç íèõ îòíîñèòñÿ ê æàíðó òàê íàçûâàåìîé ôàíòàçèè-ñêàçêè, îíè ïîýòè÷íû, â íèõ òðàêòóþòñÿ ïðîáëåìû îòíîøåíèÿ ÷åëîâåêà ê îêðóæàþùåìó ìèðó, ê ïðèðîäå; â ðàññêàçàõ çàòðàãèâàþòñÿ àêòóàëüíûå âîïðîñû æèçíè ñîâðåìåííîãî êàïèòàëèñòè÷åñêîãî îáùåñòâà. Êíèãà ñíàáæåíà ëèíãâèñòè÷åñêèì è ðåàëüíûì êîììåíòàðèåì. Ïîñîáèå ïðåäíàçíà÷åíî äëÿ ñòóäåíòîâ I-II êóðñîâ ïåäàãîãè÷åñêèõ èíñòèòóòîâ.

Àííîòàöèÿ: In everything that can be called high art there is a quality of redemption. It may be pure tragedy, if it is high tragedy, and it may be pity and irony, and it may be the raucous laughter of the strong man. But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. The detective in this kind of story must be such a man. He is the hero, he is everything. He must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man... He must be the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world. He is a relatively poor man or he would not be a detective at all. He is a common man or he would not go among common people. He has a sense of character, or he would not know his job. He is a lonely man and his pride is that you will treat him as a proud man or be very sorry you ever saw him. He talks as the man of his age talks, that is with rude wit, a lively sense of the grotesque, a disgust for sham and a contempt for pettiness.

Àííîòàöèÿ: And for radiance and remembrance and rain and regret. R is for Ray Bradbury, who can make you see things never seen by human eyes, and feel things that no flesh-and-blood creature ever felt. He can create visions so compelling they come to life and dance before your eyes. He can push you back to the beginnings of time, and then suddenly, without warming, thrust you farward to the outmost limits of the future. Here are seventeen of his most remarkable stories, including the classic "Frost and Fire"

Àííîòàöèÿ: Ray Bradbury's 1953 novel FAHRENHEIT 451 was a response to some of the major concerns of World War II, with a future society depicted as having evolved into a diet of mass media and literal sedation under a regime of censorship and book burning. With all houses constructed as fireproof, the job of firemen becomes that of fascist police: they hunt down and burn books. And why have books become banned in this imagined future? So that no one will ever get offended by anything that anyone writes. Sound like any present day situations to you?