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Name: Protopopicitorescovici
First name: Bulameratov
He is the legend!
His parents are proud of him. They knew his first name before conceiving him. He was the "savior" of the previous generations. HE was the one who would catch the Zizimer. In the genealogical tree of the Protopopicitorescovici family, there are names that many of you may know. We mention only a few of them:
Nume: Protopopicitorescovici
Prenume: Bulămeratov
El este.
Parintii sunt mandrii de el. Ii stiau prenumele inainte de al concepe. El era “mantuitorul” generatiilor predecesoare. EL era cel care va prinde zizimerul. In cadrul arbolelui genealogic al familiei Protopopicitorescovici se gasesc nume pe care poate multi dintre voi le cunoasteti. Amintim doar pe cativa dintre ei:
- Euclid of Alexandria, from whom he inherited Euclidean thinking. Even as a small child, Bulămeratov, playing in the sand with his fingers, realized that "two straight lines do not close a space between them", "from a point to any point a straight line can go" and " from any center and any radius a circle can be described". That is until his mother, Petiula, took him in her arms and asked him: "Bulisor, how did you manage to get out of the pen and get to the yard? Dear you, look what you got on your fingers.
- Euclid din Alexandria, de la care a mostenit gandirea euclideana. Inca de mic copil, Bulămeratov, jucandu-se in nisip cu degetele, si-a dat seama ca “doua drepte nu inchid un spatiu intre ele”, "de la un punct pana la orice punct se poate duce o linie dreapta" si "din orice centru si orice raza poate fi descris un cerc". Asta pana cand il lua maicasa’, Petiula, in brate si il intreba: “Bulisor, cum ai reusit sa iesi din tarc si sa ajungi in curte? Dragu’ de tine, uite ce te-ai murdarit pe degetele.
- Hippocrates from Cos, from whom he inherited the itinerary (let's call it itinerary), as well as the self-healing abilities. At birth, Bulămeratov suffered from Morbus sacer or "sacred disease", or for those of today, simply...epilepsy. Being a baby, Bulameratov sees the cause of this disease in a disruption of brain function. In the stage of development of his knowledge, Bulisor could not be sheltered from errors inherent in his age. Thus in his conception, which today we would call "humoral theory", Bula recognized the existence of four humours: blood, phlegm or lymph, yellow bile and black bile; an imbalance between them would produce disease or lead to death. He remembered the hypothesis of the localization of psychic processes in the brain. He distinguished thinking (pneuma logistikon) from living and asserted that there are vital fluids. Trying to bring back the balance between them, he spat 3 times, enough to heal and fast enough for his mother to take him in her arms and comfort him: "Bulisor, don't you like biscuits with apples? "
- Hipocrat din Cos, de la care a mostenit itinerarul (sa-i spunem itinerarism), cat si capacitatile autovindecatoare. La nastere, Bulămeratov suferea de Morbus sacer sau “boala sfanta”, sau pentru cei din zilele noastre, simplu…epilepsie. Prunc fiind, Bulămeratov, vede cauza acestei boli într-o turburare a funcției creierului. În stadiul de dezvoltare a cunoștințelor sale, Bulisor nu a putut fi la adăpostul unor erori inerente varstei sale. Astfel în concepția sa, pe care azi am numi-o "teorie umorală", Bula recunoștea existența a patru umori: sangele, flegma sau limfa, fierea galbena si fierea neagra; un dezechilibru intre ele ar produce boala sau ar antrena moartea. Si-a adus aminte de ipoteza localizarii proceselor psihice în creier. A distins gandirea (pneuma logistikon) de trairi si a asertat ca există fluide vitale. Incercand sa readuca echilibrul intre ele, a scuipat de 3 ori , indeajuns pentru a se vindeca si deajuns de repede pana cand mama sa sa-l ia in brate si sa-l alinte: “Bulisor, nu-ti plac biscuitii razaliti cu mere?"
- Sophocles from Colonos (Colonos... a kind of Pantelimon of Athens, from those times) from whom he inherited the drama but also the love hidden in the verses. In the first grade, he was applauded on the open stage for the simple lines of love, the love he had for his colleague from the bank. She was on stage only once, she recited the poem only once, the tragedy was that the girl's parents took her from that school and moved to another city. The poem sounds something like this...
- Sofocle din Colonos (Colonos….un fel de Pantelimon al Atenei, din acele vremuri) de la care a mostenit dramatismul dar si dragostea ascunsa in versuri. In clasa intaia a fost aplaudat la scena deschisa pentru simplele versuri de dragoste, dragoste pe care o nutrea fata de colega sa de banca. O singura data a fost pe scena, o singura data a recitat poezia, tragedia a fost ca parintii fetei au luat-o de la acea scoala si s-au mutat in alt oras. Poezia suna cam asa…
Recommended background music:
Dear Miruna, I whisper to you
I like your nightgown
But, above all, I want to let you know
Leave it to me as a memory
Leave it to me as a memory
Indescribably beautiful you slept a gentle night
You were smiling in your sleep, and I was lying in wait
Not to wake you up, to disturb your dreams
But I also want to take your bathing suit
To admire you with and without the bathing suit
In the botanical garden
One Sunday, she was walking
We took a picture
With an old vending machine
A famous and good kindergarten classmate
He said your jeans were torn in the back
You were coming home when it was raining outside
With trolleybus 89
Blonde and sad, how we liked you
With the straw hat with the purple ribbon
You were leaving the building on Snagov Street
You easily headed towards Calea Moşilor
Get your pepit blouse from Bucur Obor
Pepit blouse from Bucur Obor
Coming from practice
She took a yellow purse
He entered the shops
She bought a maxi-floral skirt
Dear Miruna, what's the point
To buy all these things
You are spending too much money
In fact, you know very well what I was telling you
That evening among the whispers
I like your nightgown
But, above all, I want to let you know
Leave it to me as a memory
Leave it to me as a memory
Now you're looking at me in a jagged picture
Then you had nerves, but also hot lips
And I could hear you shouting in whispers
Where is my nightgown?
I have your nightgown
I'm crying on your nightgown...
Dragă Miruna, îţi spun printre şoapte
Îmi place cămaşa ta de noapte
Dar, mai ales, vreau să-ţi dau de ştire
Să mi-o laşi ca amintire
Să mi-o laşi ca amintire
Nespus de frumos dormeai o noapte blândă
Zâmbeai prin somn, iar eu stăteam la pândă
Să nu te trezesc, să tulbur visele tale
Dar vreau să-ţi iau şi costumul de baie
Să te-admir cu şi fără costumul de baie
În grădina botanică
Într-o duminică, ea se plimba
Ne-am fotografiat
Cu un vechi aparat automat
Un celebru şi bun coleg de gradinita
Spunea c-aveai blugii rupţi la spate
Veneai spre casă când afară plouă
Cu troleibuzul 89
Blondă şi tristă, cum ne-ai plăcut nouă
Cu pălăria de paie cu panglică mov
Ieşeai din clădirea de pe strada Snagov
Uşor te-ndreptai spre Calea Moşilor
Să-ţi iei bluză pepit de la Bucur Obor
Bluză pepit de la Bucur Obor
Venind din practică
Poşetă galbenă ea îşi luă
În magazine-a intrat
Fustă şi-a cumpărat maxi-nflorat
Dragă Miruna, ce rost are
Să-ţi cumperi toate lucrurile acestea
Cheltuieşti o sumă prea mare de bani
De fapt, ştii foarte bine ce-ţi spuneam
În seara aceea printre şoapte
Îmi place cămaşa ta de noapte
Dar, mai ales, vreau să-ţi dau de ştire
Să mi-o laşi ca amintire
Să mi-o laşi ca amintire
Acum mă priveşti într-o poză cu zimţi
Atunci aveai nervi, dar şi buze fierbinţi
Şi te-auzeam cum strigai printre şoapte
Unde-i cămaşa mea de noapte
La mine-i cămaşa ta de noapte
Plâng pe cămaşa ta de noapte…
It was his first and only love. Miruna. As Bulisor cried... He went into depression, no one understood what was happening to him. He tried to commit suicide, by drowning, while he was taking a bath...he sank (complete silence...only the water flowing from the bathtub could be heard) when a word EVRIKA came to his mind! Word used by his predecessor, Archimedes, a very busy guy, who in his time was put to a test by his king. He proved to him that his crown was not of gold merely by the simple fact that a body immersed in a fluid is pushed upward by the fluid with a force equal to the weight of the volume of fluid displaced by that body. The king's blacksmith stole part of his gold, replacing it with silver in making the crown. If the crown has a lower density than gold, it will displace more water due to the larger volume, producing a greater force than the reference sample.
A fost prima si singura lui iubire. Miruna. Cat a plans Bulisor…A intrat in depresie, nimeni nu mai intelegea ce se intampla cu el. A incercat sa se sinucida, prin inec, in timp ce facea baie…s-a scufundat (liniste deplina…se auzea doar apa care curgea din cada) moment in care i-a revenit in minte un cuvant EVRIKA! Cuvant folosit de predecesorul sau, Arhimede, un tip foarte de treaba, care la vremea lui a fost pus la un test de catre regele lui. I-a demonstrat ca coroana sa nu era din aur pur doar prin simplul fapt ca un corp scufundat într-un fluid, este împins de jos în sus de către fluid, cu o forță egală cu greutatea volumului de fluid dislocuit de acel corp. Fierarul regelui i-a furat o parte din aur, inlocuind-o cu argint in faurirea coroanei. Dacă coroana are o densitate mai mică decât a aurului, va disloca mai multă apă datorită volumului mai mare, producând o fortă mai mare decât cea a eșantionului de referință.
. When he looked into the tub he saw, he SAW, draining, what he was meant to see and catch……..
THE ZIZIMER!!!
In timp ce se gandea la astea, Bulisor a fost trezit de 2 palmi si urletele tatalui sau, Costel : “Fu**-ti maria matii de copil, nu vezi ca-i rece apa deja si noi te asteptam la masa?!?!”
Suparat, fara nici un chef, s-a clatit, a iesit din cada, a dat drumul la apa sa curga, s-a sters si inainte sa iasa din baie a auzit niste zgomote ciudate venite din canalizare…. Cand s-a uitat in cada a vazut, A VAZUT, scurgandu-se, ce ii era menit sa vada si sa prinda……..
ZIZIMERUL!!!
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First name: Bulameratov
He is the legend!
His parents are proud of him. They knew his first name before conceiving him. He was the "savior" of the previous generations. HE was the one who would catch the Zizimer. In the genealogical tree of the Protopopicitorescovici family, there are names that many of you may know. We mention only a few of them:
Nume: Protopopicitorescovici
Prenume: Bulămeratov
El este.
Parintii sunt mandrii de el. Ii stiau prenumele inainte de al concepe. El era “mantuitorul” generatiilor predecesoare. EL era cel care va prinde zizimerul. In cadrul arbolelui genealogic al familiei Protopopicitorescovici se gasesc nume pe care poate multi dintre voi le cunoasteti. Amintim doar pe cativa dintre ei:
- Euclid of Alexandria, from whom he inherited Euclidean thinking. Even as a small child, Bulămeratov, playing in the sand with his fingers, realized that "two straight lines do not close a space between them", "from a point to any point a straight line can go" and " from any center and any radius a circle can be described". That is until his mother, Petiula, took him in her arms and asked him: "Bulisor, how did you manage to get out of the pen and get to the yard? Dear you, look what you got on your fingers.
- Euclid din Alexandria, de la care a mostenit gandirea euclideana. Inca de mic copil, Bulămeratov, jucandu-se in nisip cu degetele, si-a dat seama ca “doua drepte nu inchid un spatiu intre ele”, "de la un punct pana la orice punct se poate duce o linie dreapta" si "din orice centru si orice raza poate fi descris un cerc". Asta pana cand il lua maicasa’, Petiula, in brate si il intreba: “Bulisor, cum ai reusit sa iesi din tarc si sa ajungi in curte? Dragu’ de tine, uite ce te-ai murdarit pe degetele.
- Hippocrates from Cos, from whom he inherited the itinerary (let's call it itinerary), as well as the self-healing abilities. At birth, Bulămeratov suffered from Morbus sacer or "sacred disease", or for those of today, simply...epilepsy. Being a baby, Bulameratov sees the cause of this disease in a disruption of brain function. In the stage of development of his knowledge, Bulisor could not be sheltered from errors inherent in his age. Thus in his conception, which today we would call "humoral theory", Bula recognized the existence of four humours: blood, phlegm or lymph, yellow bile and black bile; an imbalance between them would produce disease or lead to death. He remembered the hypothesis of the localization of psychic processes in the brain. He distinguished thinking (pneuma logistikon) from living and asserted that there are vital fluids. Trying to bring back the balance between them, he spat 3 times, enough to heal and fast enough for his mother to take him in her arms and comfort him: "Bulisor, don't you like biscuits with apples? "
- Hipocrat din Cos, de la care a mostenit itinerarul (sa-i spunem itinerarism), cat si capacitatile autovindecatoare. La nastere, Bulămeratov suferea de Morbus sacer sau “boala sfanta”, sau pentru cei din zilele noastre, simplu…epilepsie. Prunc fiind, Bulămeratov, vede cauza acestei boli într-o turburare a funcției creierului. În stadiul de dezvoltare a cunoștințelor sale, Bulisor nu a putut fi la adăpostul unor erori inerente varstei sale. Astfel în concepția sa, pe care azi am numi-o "teorie umorală", Bula recunoștea existența a patru umori: sangele, flegma sau limfa, fierea galbena si fierea neagra; un dezechilibru intre ele ar produce boala sau ar antrena moartea. Si-a adus aminte de ipoteza localizarii proceselor psihice în creier. A distins gandirea (pneuma logistikon) de trairi si a asertat ca există fluide vitale. Incercand sa readuca echilibrul intre ele, a scuipat de 3 ori , indeajuns pentru a se vindeca si deajuns de repede pana cand mama sa sa-l ia in brate si sa-l alinte: “Bulisor, nu-ti plac biscuitii razaliti cu mere?"
- Sophocles from Colonos (Colonos... a kind of Pantelimon of Athens, from those times) from whom he inherited the drama but also the love hidden in the verses. In the first grade, he was applauded on the open stage for the simple lines of love, the love he had for his colleague from the bank. She was on stage only once, she recited the poem only once, the tragedy was that the girl's parents took her from that school and moved to another city. The poem sounds something like this...
- Sofocle din Colonos (Colonos….un fel de Pantelimon al Atenei, din acele vremuri) de la care a mostenit dramatismul dar si dragostea ascunsa in versuri. In clasa intaia a fost aplaudat la scena deschisa pentru simplele versuri de dragoste, dragoste pe care o nutrea fata de colega sa de banca. O singura data a fost pe scena, o singura data a recitat poezia, tragedia a fost ca parintii fetei au luat-o de la acea scoala si s-au mutat in alt oras. Poezia suna cam asa…
Recommended background music:
Dear Miruna, I whisper to you
I like your nightgown
But, above all, I want to let you know
Leave it to me as a memory
Leave it to me as a memory
Indescribably beautiful you slept a gentle night
You were smiling in your sleep, and I was lying in wait
Not to wake you up, to disturb your dreams
But I also want to take your bathing suit
To admire you with and without the bathing suit
In the botanical garden
One Sunday, she was walking
We took a picture
With an old vending machine
A famous and good kindergarten classmate
He said your jeans were torn in the back
You were coming home when it was raining outside
With trolleybus 89
Blonde and sad, how we liked you
With the straw hat with the purple ribbon
You were leaving the building on Snagov Street
You easily headed towards Calea Moşilor
Get your pepit blouse from Bucur Obor
Pepit blouse from Bucur Obor
Coming from practice
She took a yellow purse
He entered the shops
She bought a maxi-floral skirt
Dear Miruna, what's the point
To buy all these things
You are spending too much money
In fact, you know very well what I was telling you
That evening among the whispers
I like your nightgown
But, above all, I want to let you know
Leave it to me as a memory
Leave it to me as a memory
Now you're looking at me in a jagged picture
Then you had nerves, but also hot lips
And I could hear you shouting in whispers
Where is my nightgown?
I have your nightgown
I'm crying on your nightgown...
Dragă Miruna, îţi spun printre şoapte
Îmi place cămaşa ta de noapte
Dar, mai ales, vreau să-ţi dau de ştire
Să mi-o laşi ca amintire
Să mi-o laşi ca amintire
Nespus de frumos dormeai o noapte blândă
Zâmbeai prin somn, iar eu stăteam la pândă
Să nu te trezesc, să tulbur visele tale
Dar vreau să-ţi iau şi costumul de baie
Să te-admir cu şi fără costumul de baie
În grădina botanică
Într-o duminică, ea se plimba
Ne-am fotografiat
Cu un vechi aparat automat
Un celebru şi bun coleg de gradinita
Spunea c-aveai blugii rupţi la spate
Veneai spre casă când afară plouă
Cu troleibuzul 89
Blondă şi tristă, cum ne-ai plăcut nouă
Cu pălăria de paie cu panglică mov
Ieşeai din clădirea de pe strada Snagov
Uşor te-ndreptai spre Calea Moşilor
Să-ţi iei bluză pepit de la Bucur Obor
Bluză pepit de la Bucur Obor
Venind din practică
Poşetă galbenă ea îşi luă
În magazine-a intrat
Fustă şi-a cumpărat maxi-nflorat
Dragă Miruna, ce rost are
Să-ţi cumperi toate lucrurile acestea
Cheltuieşti o sumă prea mare de bani
De fapt, ştii foarte bine ce-ţi spuneam
În seara aceea printre şoapte
Îmi place cămaşa ta de noapte
Dar, mai ales, vreau să-ţi dau de ştire
Să mi-o laşi ca amintire
Să mi-o laşi ca amintire
Acum mă priveşti într-o poză cu zimţi
Atunci aveai nervi, dar şi buze fierbinţi
Şi te-auzeam cum strigai printre şoapte
Unde-i cămaşa mea de noapte
La mine-i cămaşa ta de noapte
Plâng pe cămaşa ta de noapte…
It was his first and only love. Miruna. As Bulisor cried... He went into depression, no one understood what was happening to him. He tried to commit suicide, by drowning, while he was taking a bath...he sank (complete silence...only the water flowing from the bathtub could be heard) when a word EVRIKA came to his mind! Word used by his predecessor, Archimedes, a very busy guy, who in his time was put to a test by his king. He proved to him that his crown was not of gold merely by the simple fact that a body immersed in a fluid is pushed upward by the fluid with a force equal to the weight of the volume of fluid displaced by that body. The king's blacksmith stole part of his gold, replacing it with silver in making the crown. If the crown has a lower density than gold, it will displace more water due to the larger volume, producing a greater force than the reference sample.
A fost prima si singura lui iubire. Miruna. Cat a plans Bulisor…A intrat in depresie, nimeni nu mai intelegea ce se intampla cu el. A incercat sa se sinucida, prin inec, in timp ce facea baie…s-a scufundat (liniste deplina…se auzea doar apa care curgea din cada) moment in care i-a revenit in minte un cuvant EVRIKA! Cuvant folosit de predecesorul sau, Arhimede, un tip foarte de treaba, care la vremea lui a fost pus la un test de catre regele lui. I-a demonstrat ca coroana sa nu era din aur pur doar prin simplul fapt ca un corp scufundat într-un fluid, este împins de jos în sus de către fluid, cu o forță egală cu greutatea volumului de fluid dislocuit de acel corp. Fierarul regelui i-a furat o parte din aur, inlocuind-o cu argint in faurirea coroanei. Dacă coroana are o densitate mai mică decât a aurului, va disloca mai multă apă datorită volumului mai mare, producând o fortă mai mare decât cea a eșantionului de referință.
. When he looked into the tub he saw, he SAW, draining, what he was meant to see and catch……..
THE ZIZIMER!!!
In timp ce se gandea la astea, Bulisor a fost trezit de 2 palmi si urletele tatalui sau, Costel : “Fu**-ti maria matii de copil, nu vezi ca-i rece apa deja si noi te asteptam la masa?!?!”
Suparat, fara nici un chef, s-a clatit, a iesit din cada, a dat drumul la apa sa curga, s-a sters si inainte sa iasa din baie a auzit niste zgomote ciudate venite din canalizare…. Cand s-a uitat in cada a vazut, A VAZUT, scurgandu-se, ce ii era menit sa vada si sa prinda……..
ZIZIMERUL!!!
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RomyTankardistGaladraelComentarios (7)
Let me guess: minimum 5 Chapters?
Sa imi potolesc nerabdarea )
I didn't even get to the joke, you're right, at least 5 Chapters
Sunt obosit putin si nu am avut timp sa citesc, zi pe scurt, ai vrut sa o futi pe una si nu ti-a iesit?
Am remarcat discrepanta...
Un celebru şi bun coleg de >> gradinita?? or fi unii precoci, dar nici chiar asa! ))
Apoi, iubirea ca iubirea, la nivel fizic: blonda, trista, cu panglici mov... dar, la nivel mental am nevoie sa citesc afirmatia asta de cateva ori ca sa ii inteleg sensul:
Dacă coroana are o densitate mai mică decât a aurului, va disloca mai multă apă datorită volumului mai mare, producând o fortă mai mare decât cea a eșantionului de referință.
))))
Imi plac provocarile si ador libertatea pe care mi-o ofera faptul de a invata continuu ceva nou - prin prisma asta, privind in urma, am minima satisfactie de a fi ales corect meseria de profesor, chiar daca nu am facut din ea cariera vietii mele, ci doar o experienta pt 15 ani...
Multumesc cu inima pt momentul delicios!
@Tankardist exact! Apare in capitolul II, numai ca nu puteam, ca eram cu prietena dupa mine si era un pic cam geloasa din fire.
@Galadrael sa stii ca nimeni nu a observat inlocuire facultatii cu gradinita. Daca Bulisor era la gradinita, nu putea sa aibe un celebru si bun coleg de facultate, nu?
La...a trista....
Câți ani ai?