“i'm proud. i'm proud.†“i'm proud to be a man.†“i am what i think.no one can stop me.†“i have that zest in me.what else do i tell you?†“i'm as stormy as a storm.i'm a human being.†“for me are all thepleasures of life.†“i'm great. i'm young.†“everybody is worried. but not me.†â€it's a ring.fate will continue to rule.†â€i am what i think.no one can stop me.†what can you do for me? you ask and then see ican give my life also for you. whose is it? - boss. hi. - where are you? i am at the house ofa beautiful and lovely girl. i am working on aninteresting assignment. please come.can't you do this much for me? you ask and see ican give my life also. that is a very important project.i have to say so. i can give my life for that project. i will fix themeeting tomorrow only. in that case,i will come in the office. no, i am coming. great! give me a kiss. shall i come to the office? it's an important meeting.i ...
the day i got laid off from my job at martha stewart, i was relieved. (laughter) i loved the job, i really did. but the relationship was over and i didn't know how to end it and then it broke up with me. don’t you love it when that happens? at the time i’ve been also hosting a radio show for the martha stewart brand on sirius xm. and then not long after that got cancelled, too. on the day of my last show i got onto the elevator at the 36th floor and as it started to drop, i started to cry. every floor took me further and further from what i had been: a magazine editor, a radio host, the person with the cool job to talk about at parties. you know. and honestly i had no idea what i was going to do. and quite frankly no one was looking for me. so, i did what anyone would do in that situation. i was making some phone calls: “hey, what are you up to? did i mention i’m available?†i needed to get paidto do something, right. i mean i live in new york city. if you’re not paid t...
m. gorky central film studiofor youth and children robert louis stevenson'streasure island i was just past my fifteenthbirthday. my mother kept a seaside inn,"the admiral benbow", a fair distance fromthe nearest town. in those autumn daysa brown old seaman, with a sabre cut on his cheek,took up his lodging under our roof. he would spend whole dayswandering around the cove with a brass telescope. all evening he sat in a corner ofthe parlor next to the fire. it was one of those quiet eveningswhen the events that still sear my memory began. i can call it to mind what an icywind blew through the door when the blind man entered, and how fast i had to runto look for help! if i hadn't met the squireon the road, and doctor livesey, i would never have heardof treasure island. can any one inform a blind manwho gave up his sight in the defense of england,and may god bless king george, is this the inn? - the admiral benbow?- yes! can we help you? and where can i find my mate,seam...
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