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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/"><title>Jimmy blog</title><link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-EU</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>Jimmy blog</title><link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/82/dcd3ccf5241ae7811e83a087610a98_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2009/01/21/my-car-5416924/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/05/06/religion-4137301/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/02/25/title~3776197/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/01/30/title~3652643/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/01/22/title~3612778/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/26/title~3492467/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/26/happy_christmas_my_friends~3490951/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/title~3453894/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/title~3407007/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/26/title~3352499/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/13/title~3288135/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/04/title~3242489/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/10/24/title~3185554/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/10/09/title~3106292/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/09/25/title~3036163/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/title~2965455/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/my_greece_photo~2836258/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/03/title~2747046/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/03/sisters~2746956/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/07/24/i_like_this_story~2690029/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/07/16/my_first_mister~2642387/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/07/14/my_new_page~2631736/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/last_night~2461491/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/hello~2461485/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2009/01/21/my-car-5416924/"><default:title>my car</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2009/01/21/my-car-5416924/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-01-21T11:10:48+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I have returned on my blog to write here the following:&lt;br&gt;
Today has given the car on service - they will change a broken detail.&lt;br&gt;
Promised to return the car by the evening.&lt;br&gt;
It seems to me that I have left my dear person, even for a short time.&lt;br&gt;
Very often we create problems in our life - for example when haven't made the way for somebody.I've just seen on service strongly beaten car.&lt;br&gt;
I think that the accident was very heavy. If one of participants of this accident has made the way, this wouldn't happen. Of course there is another variant when one of the drivers distracted from road.&lt;br&gt;
Let the angel protects all kind people. The life is short!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2009/01/21/my-car-5416924/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I have returned on my blog to write here the following:<br>
Today has given the car on service - they will change a broken detail.<br>
Promised to return the car by the evening.<br>
It seems to me that I have left my dear person, even for a short time.<br>
Very often we create problems in our life - for example when haven't made the way for somebody.I've just seen on service strongly beaten car.<br>
I think that the accident was very heavy. If one of participants of this accident has made the way, this wouldn't happen. Of course there is another variant when one of the drivers distracted from road.<br>
Let the angel protects all kind people. The life is short!
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2009/01/21/my-car-5416924/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/05/06/religion-4137301/"><default:title>Religion</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/05/06/religion-4137301/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-05-06T09:03:59+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;People will argue because of religion, create new movies, earlier where written books and people where fitting because of religion.&lt;br&gt;
But why there are not so many people who live after the religion?&lt;br&gt;
Yesterday, I and my friend were discussing this matter in the bar of the &lt;a href="http://www.cyprushotels.org.uk/annabelle.shtml"&gt;Annabelle hotel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;
I guess all of us are too busy with the everyday bustle, and work.&lt;br&gt;
All our life is passing in an extremely mad rhythm. To stop and think, to feel -you just don't have time for this.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/05/06/religion-4137301/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>People will argue because of religion, create new movies, earlier where written books and people where fitting because of religion.<br>
But why there are not so many people who live after the religion?<br>
Yesterday, I and my friend were discussing this matter in the bar of the <a href="http://www.cyprushotels.org.uk/annabelle.shtml">Annabelle hotel</a>.<br>
I guess all of us are too busy with the everyday bustle, and work.<br>
All our life is passing in an extremely mad rhythm. To stop and think, to feel -you just don't have time for this.
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/05/06/religion-4137301/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/02/25/title~3776197/"><default:title>title-3776197</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/02/25/title~3776197/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-02-25T04:34:28+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;It seems to me constantly that somebody watch me. Or even watches everything, what I see with my eyes. And who can say that it's not so?! May be somewhere in a far galaxy a journalist looks at our life with my eyes&lt;br&gt;
and he is surprised, what we are doing here. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; Sometimes I'm ashamed what I say or what I do. And what I see..... For example I just threw out a piece of paper to a refuse bin. That I only have not seen there! In general, such quantity of rubbish and such huge &lt;a href="http://www.abraham.dubaitravels.net/2.php"&gt;money&lt;/a&gt; are connected with it - it is possible to think, that we specially litter our planet. It is no wonder, that aliens till now do not wish to get into contact with&lt;br&gt;
us!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/02/25/title~3776197/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>It seems to me constantly that somebody watch me. Or even watches everything, what I see with my eyes. And who can say that it's not so?! May be somewhere in a far galaxy a journalist looks at our life with my eyes<br>
and he is surprised, what we are doing here. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> Sometimes I'm ashamed what I say or what I do. And what I see..... For example I just threw out a piece of paper to a refuse bin. That I only have not seen there! In general, such quantity of rubbish and such huge <a href="http://www.abraham.dubaitravels.net/2.php">money</a> are connected with it - it is possible to think, that we specially litter our planet. It is no wonder, that aliens till now do not wish to get into contact with<br>
us!
</p>
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&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/01/30/title~3652643/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/873/2310873_c700ddda97_m.jpg" alt="046" vspace="5" hspace="5">
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/01/30/title~3652643/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/01/22/title~3612778/"><default:title>title-3612778</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/01/22/title~3612778/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-01-22T01:13:16+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Now I do not play video game at all. For several years. Probably it has bothered. And there was time when I was playing during several &lt;a href="http://foxbrush.twoday.net/stories/4336198/"&gt;hours&lt;/a&gt; and received from it great pleasure.&lt;br&gt;
Now I more often hear that children lose the big sums of money, playing different games.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Terrible times have come...
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/01/22/title~3612778/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Now I do not play video game at all. For several years. Probably it has bothered. And there was time when I was playing during several <a href="http://foxbrush.twoday.net/stories/4336198/">hours</a> and received from it great pleasure.<br>
Now I more often hear that children lose the big sums of money, playing different games.</p>
	<p>Terrible times have come...
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2008/01/22/title~3612778/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/26/title~3492467/"><default:title>title-3492467</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/26/title~3492467/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-12-26T15:37:53+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Today in the morning I saw in lift near the buttons it was written &lt;a href="http://www.go2greece-hotels.com"&gt;Greece hotels&lt;/a&gt; – I've specially written down and as soon as I reached my computer – I've opened this page and I was disappointed - nothing out of the common.&lt;br&gt;
It's a new method of spam, probably.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/26/title~3492467/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Today in the morning I saw in lift near the buttons it was written <a href="http://www.go2greece-hotels.com">Greece hotels</a> – I've specially written down and as soon as I reached my computer – I've opened this page and I was disappointed - nothing out of the common.<br>
It's a new method of spam, probably.
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/26/title~3492467/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/26/happy_christmas_my_friends~3490951/"><default:title>Happy Christmas, my friends!</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/26/happy_christmas_my_friends~3490951/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-12-26T03:08:10+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/731/2235731_d305d8c3b2_m.jpg" alt="15" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I wish you happiness!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/26/happy_christmas_my_friends~3490951/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/731/2235731_d305d8c3b2_m.jpg" alt="15" vspace="5" hspace="5"><br>
I wish you happiness!
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/26/happy_christmas_my_friends~3490951/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/title~3453894/"><default:title>title-3453894</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/title~3453894/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-12-17T03:34:24+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Actually &lt;a href="http://www.marinasblog.com/arch/nov07.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is not the news… but the reason…. May be women more careful treat themselves than men? Men more often risk their lives, men smoke more, drink more… Of course not all men,but in general.&lt;br&gt;
That is just my opinion.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/title~3453894/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Actually <a href="http://www.marinasblog.com/arch/nov07.php">this</a> is not the news… but the reason…. May be women more careful treat themselves than men? Men more often risk their lives, men smoke more, drink more… Of course not all men,but in general.<br>
That is just my opinion.
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/17/title~3453894/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/title~3407007/"><default:title>title-3407007</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/title~3407007/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-12-07T00:54:02+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Probably this is Mark Twain's &lt;a href="http://jeffbarton.twoday.net/stories/4501836/"&gt;phrase&lt;/a&gt;. I like his stories very much,but I don't like very much his attitude to God. Sadly to think, that such clever person could think and speak so about God.&lt;br&gt;
May be he wanted to tell in another way and only his glory impeded him?
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/title~3407007/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Probably this is Mark Twain's <a href="http://jeffbarton.twoday.net/stories/4501836/">phrase</a>. I like his stories very much,but I don't like very much his attitude to God. Sadly to think, that such clever person could think and speak so about God.<br>
May be he wanted to tell in another way and only his glory impeded him?
</p>
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&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/26/title~3352499/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>But I don't <a href="http://harriet.motime.com/post/689478/I+don%E2%80%99t+watch+movies+in+the+cinema">go to cinemas at all</a>… as I don't have enough time!
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/26/title~3352499/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/13/title~3288135/"><default:title>title-3288135</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/13/title~3288135/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-11-13T04:32:35+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;If anybody says that money is everything- that means that he have no money.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/13/title~3288135/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>If anybody says that money is everything- that means that he have no money.
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/13/title~3288135/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/04/title~3242489/"><default:title>title-3242489</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/04/title~3242489/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-11-04T06:11:41+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;It became interesting to me, how celebrities - actors for example spend the holidays? To have a good rest, it is necessary to leave there where people don't know you. There are few of such places on the Earth - Antarctica for example. But very few people from celebrities will want to go there – it is cold there! In any country, in any hotel they will be recognized and say farewell to the rest. Probably they stay at their friends' villas or rent castles for example, or villas that are located far from neighbors.I tried to search with curiosity what villas can be rented to know their costs. To tell the truth, I haven't found necessary ones. Everyone have&lt;br&gt;
neighbors. But the price has surprised me. The cheapest are on Cyprus.&lt;a href="http://villa.cyprushotels.org.uk/"&gt;Cyprus villas&lt;/a&gt; offers hundreds of cheap villas. If compared to the prices of Spain or Portugal. Sometimes villa's&lt;br&gt;
price is fantastic! But if people ask such prices - probably they have their clients.&lt;br&gt;
It is interesting, whether there are underwater houses?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/04/title~3242489/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>It became interesting to me, how celebrities - actors for example spend the holidays? To have a good rest, it is necessary to leave there where people don't know you. There are few of such places on the Earth - Antarctica for example. But very few people from celebrities will want to go there – it is cold there! In any country, in any hotel they will be recognized and say farewell to the rest. Probably they stay at their friends' villas or rent castles for example, or villas that are located far from neighbors.I tried to search with curiosity what villas can be rented to know their costs. To tell the truth, I haven't found necessary ones. Everyone have<br>
neighbors. But the price has surprised me. The cheapest are on Cyprus.<a href="http://villa.cyprushotels.org.uk/">Cyprus villas</a> offers hundreds of cheap villas. If compared to the prices of Spain or Portugal. Sometimes villa's<br>
price is fantastic! But if people ask such prices - probably they have their clients.<br>
It is interesting, whether there are underwater houses?
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/11/04/title~3242489/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/10/24/title~3185554/"><default:title>title-3185554</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/10/24/title~3185554/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-10-24T01:35:22+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;American actor George Clooney will be included into board of directors of the new Swiss company which will be engaged in development of environmentally safe fuel types for cars and other vehicles, informs ÀÐ.Creation of this company was declared on Saturday by the head of the world's largest manufacturer of watches - Swatch Group - Nicolas Hayek.Hayek is measured to head board of directors in the new company, as well as in Swatch. It is known, that besides Clooney the board of directors will include, in particular, astronaut Claude Nicollier.I shall tell fairly - a word-combination "environmentally safe fuel type" causes a skeptical grin… But we'll see what they will think up there.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/10/24/title~3185554/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>American actor George Clooney will be included into board of directors of the new Swiss company which will be engaged in development of environmentally safe fuel types for cars and other vehicles, informs ÀÐ.Creation of this company was declared on Saturday by the head of the world's largest manufacturer of watches - Swatch Group - Nicolas Hayek.Hayek is measured to head board of directors in the new company, as well as in Swatch. It is known, that besides Clooney the board of directors will include, in particular, astronaut Claude Nicollier.I shall tell fairly - a word-combination "environmentally safe fuel type" causes a skeptical grin… But we'll see what they will think up there.
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/10/24/title~3185554/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/10/09/title~3106292/"><default:title>title-3106292</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/10/09/title~3106292/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-10-09T03:55:05+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Actors Vin Diesel and Paul Walker which were acting in "Fast and Furious"negotiate for participation in the fourth part of the project which name is not disclosed by Universal studio yet. According rumors, shootings of the movie will start in the spring of 2008 and will take place in Los Angeles,Mexico and in Dominican republic.&lt;br&gt;
I liked the first "Fast and Furious" (2001). The second one was worse, and the third I even didn't wanted to watch… But, I hope, a duet of Vin Diesel &amp; Paul Walker will pull off the fourth part …
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/10/09/title~3106292/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Actors Vin Diesel and Paul Walker which were acting in "Fast and Furious"negotiate for participation in the fourth part of the project which name is not disclosed by Universal studio yet. According rumors, shootings of the movie will start in the spring of 2008 and will take place in Los Angeles,Mexico and in Dominican republic.<br>
I liked the first "Fast and Furious" (2001). The second one was worse, and the third I even didn't wanted to watch… But, I hope, a duet of Vin Diesel & Paul Walker will pull off the fourth part …
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/10/09/title~3106292/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/09/25/title~3036163/"><default:title>title-3036163</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/09/25/title~3036163/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-09-25T10:55:58+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/015/2005015_4b7e85afeb_m.jpg" alt="vmm" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/09/25/title~3036163/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/015/2005015_4b7e85afeb_m.jpg" alt="vmm" vspace="5" hspace="5">
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/09/25/title~3036163/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/title~2965455/"><default:title>title-2965455</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/title~2965455/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-09-12T02:29:31+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Dream is a very interesting thing. As what is dream? Having a dream means that the mind is too excited. While dreaming we experience that has happened with us during the day or the recent time once again but in a very rapid way. We even can see things that were not important for us in real life. But&lt;br&gt;
our brain is so strong thing that it even can change the plot as we want.But when we sleep without dreams – our brain relaxes after a day intensive work. So the dream is a very complicated thing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/title~2965455/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Dream is a very interesting thing. As what is dream? Having a dream means that the mind is too excited. While dreaming we experience that has happened with us during the day or the recent time once again but in a very rapid way. We even can see things that were not important for us in real life. But<br>
our brain is so strong thing that it even can change the plot as we want.But when we sleep without dreams – our brain relaxes after a day intensive work. So the dream is a very complicated thing.</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/title~2965455/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/my_greece_photo~2836258/"><default:title>my greece photo</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/my_greece_photo~2836258/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-08-20T02:12:21+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/528/1896528_2f7c510012_m.jpg" alt="7d9bscd" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/my_greece_photo~2836258/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/528/1896528_2f7c510012_m.jpg" alt="7d9bscd" vspace="5" hspace="5">
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/my_greece_photo~2836258/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/03/title~2747046/"><default:title>title-2747046</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/03/title~2747046/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-08-03T01:54:01+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I just came from a business trip from Thessaloniki where I bought on sales amazing shoes. If till next spring I won't put some extra kilos on me, I will wear them. This is one of the incentives to go to gym and eat less cake.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/03/title~2747046/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I just came from a business trip from Thessaloniki where I bought on sales amazing shoes. If till next spring I won't put some extra kilos on me, I will wear them. This is one of the incentives to go to gym and eat less cake.
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<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/03/title~2747046/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/03/sisters~2746956/"><default:title>sisters?</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/03/sisters~2746956/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-08-03T00:45:20+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/406/1851406_7e7d459d4b_m.jpg" alt="sisters" vspace="5" hspace="5"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/03/sisters~2746956/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/406/1851406_7e7d459d4b_m.jpg" alt="sisters" vspace="5" hspace="5">
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/08/03/sisters~2746956/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/07/24/i_like_this_story~2690029/"><default:title>I like this story!</default:title><default:link>http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/07/24/i_like_this_story~2690029/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-07-24T02:29:03+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;A man and his wife lived and had no baby. They did all they could, they prayed to God to help them, but God did not seem to hear them. One day the man went to the forest to gather mushrooms and he met an old man on the way. "I know what's on your mind," the old man said. "You want a child. Well, then, what you must do is go from house to house in your village, ask each of your neighbours for an egg and then put a brood-hen on them. You'll see what comes of it!" The man went back to the village, and as there were forty-one houses there and he made the rounds of them all, he collected forty-one eggs, and, this done, put a brood-hen on them. Two weeks passed, and the couple were amazed to see that forty-one babies, all boys, were hatched out of the eggs. Forty of the boys were strong and healthy, but the forty-first was frail and puny. The man began giving the boys names, but could think of only forty and was at a loss to think of a forty-first. "Well," said he to the forty-first boy, "you're frail and puny, so Puny you shall be!"&lt;br&gt;
The boys grew fast, not by the day but by the hour, and when they had grown to manhood, began to help their mother and father, the first forty working in the field and Puny doing the things that needed to be done in the house. Mowing time came, and the forty brothers cut the grass and made hayricks, and after they had worked for a week, came back home. They had their supper and went to bed, and the father looked at them and said: "Look at those lads! They eat a lot, they sleep soundly, but I don't suppose they've done much work!" "Go to the field and see for yourself before you say that, Father," Puny said. The father harnessed a horse and drove to the meadow, and what was his surprise when he saw forty hayricks there! "Good lads to have cut so much grass and put up so many hayricks in one week!" he cried. On the following day the father again set out for the meadow, for he wanted&lt;br&gt;
to feast his eyes on the hayricks. But when he came there he saw that one of the hayricks was gone! He came back home and told his sons about it. "Never mind, Father, we'll find the thief!" Punny said. "Give me a hundred rubles and Ï1 do it myself." The father gave him a hundred rubles, and he went to a smithy and asked the smith if he could forge a chain long enough to bind a man with from head to toe. "And why not!" said the smith. "Well, then, make it as strong as you can. If I find that it's as strong as I want it to be, you'll get a hundred rubles, but if it breaks, then all your labours will have been in vain." The smith forged an iron chain, but when Puny wound it round himself and then pulled at it, it up and broke! The smith then forged him another chain, twice as thick, and finding it to be good and strong, Puny took it, paid the smith his hundred rubles and made for the meadow. He sat down under a hayrick and waited to see what would happen. Midnight came, the wind began to blow, the sea rose in waves, and from out of its depths stepped a mare. She ran up to the first hayrick and began&lt;br&gt;
eating the hay. And Puny jumped up, threw his chain round the mare and sprang on her back. The mare kicked and reared and she carried him over&lt;br&gt;
hills and dales, but he sat on her back firmly, and, seeing that she could not throw him. she stopped and said: "Since you were able to get the better of me, my brave lad, you shall have my colts for your own!" She ran to the blue sea and gave a loud whinny, the sea rose in waves, and on to the shore stepped forty-one colts. Each of them was better than the other, and you could not find their like even if you were to search all over the world! Morning came, and the father heard a great pounding of hooves and a loud neighing coming from outside. He rushed out into the yard with his sons, and whom should they see there but Puny leading in a whole herd of horses! "Greetings to you, brothers!" Puny said. "There's a horse here for each of us. Let us go to seek brides for ourselves!" "A good idea!" the brothers said. The mother and father blessed them and off they set on their way. Long did they ride over the wide world, but where could they find so many brides all in one place! For, not wanting to hurt one another's feelings, they had all of them set their hearts on marrying at one and the same time.&lt;br&gt;
On rode the brothers, beyond the thrice-nine lands, and they came to a steep mountain on top of which stood a great house of white stone with a high wall around it and forty-one iron pillars at the gate. They tied their horses to the pillars and went in through the gate into the yard, and whom should they see coming toward them but Baba-Yaga the Witch. "How dared you tie your horses to the pillars without asking, you who come here uninvited!" said she. "Why do you shout, old one? First steam us in the baths and give us food and drink and then ask your questions." Baba-Yaga steamed them in the baths and gave them food and drink and then she said: "Come, my brave lads, tell me. have you some purpose in mind or do you come merely to while away the time?" "We have a purpose in mind, Grandma." "And what is it?" "We wish to marry and are seeking brides for ourselves." "I have many daughters," said Baba-Yaga, and she hurried into the house and was soon back, bringing&lt;br&gt;
forty-one maids with her. Each of the brothers then chose himself a bride, a great wedding feast was held, and they all drank and made merry. Evening came, and Puny went to see how his mare was faring. The mare saw him and said in a human voice: "Mind this, master! Before going to bed you must put on your brides' clothes and have them put on yours! If you do not do this, it'll be the end for all of us." Puny passed on to his brothers what the mare had said, and they put on their brides' clothes and had them put on theirs and went to bed. They were&lt;br&gt;
soon asleep, all save Puny who never closed an eye. Midnight struck, and&lt;br&gt;
Baba-Yaga called out in a loud voice: "Make haste, my faithful servants, cut off the heads of these guests of ours!" And the servants came running and cut off the heads of Baba-Yaga's forty-one daughters. Puny then woke his brothers and told them what had happened, and they took the heads and stuck them on the iron poles that surrounded the wall. Then they saddled their horses and made off in great haste. Morning came, Baba-Yaga rose and looked out of the window, and there, crowning the poles, were her daughters' heads! She flew into a passion, and, ordering her fiery shield to be brought, rode off in pursuit. Where were the brothers to hide? Ahead of them lay the blue sea, and behind them came Baba-Yaga burning everything in her way with her&lt;br&gt;
shield! Death seemed close, but Puny was a clever lad and had not forgotten to take along Baba-Yaga's magic kerchief. He waved the kerchief in front of him, a bridge spanning the blue sea rose before him, and he and his brothers crossed it and were soon on the opposite shore. Then Puny waved the kerchief behind him, the bridge vanished, Baba-Yaga was forced to turn back, and the brothers rode safely home.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/07/24/i_like_this_story~2690029/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>A man and his wife lived and had no baby. They did all they could, they prayed to God to help them, but God did not seem to hear them. One day the man went to the forest to gather mushrooms and he met an old man on the way. "I know what's on your mind," the old man said. "You want a child. Well, then, what you must do is go from house to house in your village, ask each of your neighbours for an egg and then put a brood-hen on them. You'll see what comes of it!" The man went back to the village, and as there were forty-one houses there and he made the rounds of them all, he collected forty-one eggs, and, this done, put a brood-hen on them. Two weeks passed, and the couple were amazed to see that forty-one babies, all boys, were hatched out of the eggs. Forty of the boys were strong and healthy, but the forty-first was frail and puny. The man began giving the boys names, but could think of only forty and was at a loss to think of a forty-first. "Well," said he to the forty-first boy, "you're frail and puny, so Puny you shall be!"<br>
The boys grew fast, not by the day but by the hour, and when they had grown to manhood, began to help their mother and father, the first forty working in the field and Puny doing the things that needed to be done in the house. Mowing time came, and the forty brothers cut the grass and made hayricks, and after they had worked for a week, came back home. They had their supper and went to bed, and the father looked at them and said: "Look at those lads! They eat a lot, they sleep soundly, but I don't suppose they've done much work!" "Go to the field and see for yourself before you say that, Father," Puny said. The father harnessed a horse and drove to the meadow, and what was his surprise when he saw forty hayricks there! "Good lads to have cut so much grass and put up so many hayricks in one week!" he cried. On the following day the father again set out for the meadow, for he wanted<br>
to feast his eyes on the hayricks. But when he came there he saw that one of the hayricks was gone! He came back home and told his sons about it. "Never mind, Father, we'll find the thief!" Punny said. "Give me a hundred rubles and Ï1 do it myself." The father gave him a hundred rubles, and he went to a smithy and asked the smith if he could forge a chain long enough to bind a man with from head to toe. "And why not!" said the smith. "Well, then, make it as strong as you can. If I find that it's as strong as I want it to be, you'll get a hundred rubles, but if it breaks, then all your labours will have been in vain." The smith forged an iron chain, but when Puny wound it round himself and then pulled at it, it up and broke! The smith then forged him another chain, twice as thick, and finding it to be good and strong, Puny took it, paid the smith his hundred rubles and made for the meadow. He sat down under a hayrick and waited to see what would happen. Midnight came, the wind began to blow, the sea rose in waves, and from out of its depths stepped a mare. She ran up to the first hayrick and began<br>
eating the hay. And Puny jumped up, threw his chain round the mare and sprang on her back. The mare kicked and reared and she carried him over<br>
hills and dales, but he sat on her back firmly, and, seeing that she could not throw him. she stopped and said: "Since you were able to get the better of me, my brave lad, you shall have my colts for your own!" She ran to the blue sea and gave a loud whinny, the sea rose in waves, and on to the shore stepped forty-one colts. Each of them was better than the other, and you could not find their like even if you were to search all over the world! Morning came, and the father heard a great pounding of hooves and a loud neighing coming from outside. He rushed out into the yard with his sons, and whom should they see there but Puny leading in a whole herd of horses! "Greetings to you, brothers!" Puny said. "There's a horse here for each of us. Let us go to seek brides for ourselves!" "A good idea!" the brothers said. The mother and father blessed them and off they set on their way. Long did they ride over the wide world, but where could they find so many brides all in one place! For, not wanting to hurt one another's feelings, they had all of them set their hearts on marrying at one and the same time.<br>
On rode the brothers, beyond the thrice-nine lands, and they came to a steep mountain on top of which stood a great house of white stone with a high wall around it and forty-one iron pillars at the gate. They tied their horses to the pillars and went in through the gate into the yard, and whom should they see coming toward them but Baba-Yaga the Witch. "How dared you tie your horses to the pillars without asking, you who come here uninvited!" said she. "Why do you shout, old one? First steam us in the baths and give us food and drink and then ask your questions." Baba-Yaga steamed them in the baths and gave them food and drink and then she said: "Come, my brave lads, tell me. have you some purpose in mind or do you come merely to while away the time?" "We have a purpose in mind, Grandma." "And what is it?" "We wish to marry and are seeking brides for ourselves." "I have many daughters," said Baba-Yaga, and she hurried into the house and was soon back, bringing<br>
forty-one maids with her. Each of the brothers then chose himself a bride, a great wedding feast was held, and they all drank and made merry. Evening came, and Puny went to see how his mare was faring. The mare saw him and said in a human voice: "Mind this, master! Before going to bed you must put on your brides' clothes and have them put on yours! If you do not do this, it'll be the end for all of us." Puny passed on to his brothers what the mare had said, and they put on their brides' clothes and had them put on theirs and went to bed. They were<br>
soon asleep, all save Puny who never closed an eye. Midnight struck, and<br>
Baba-Yaga called out in a loud voice: "Make haste, my faithful servants, cut off the heads of these guests of ours!" And the servants came running and cut off the heads of Baba-Yaga's forty-one daughters. Puny then woke his brothers and told them what had happened, and they took the heads and stuck them on the iron poles that surrounded the wall. Then they saddled their horses and made off in great haste. Morning came, Baba-Yaga rose and looked out of the window, and there, crowning the poles, were her daughters' heads! She flew into a passion, and, ordering her fiery shield to be brought, rode off in pursuit. Where were the brothers to hide? Ahead of them lay the blue sea, and behind them came Baba-Yaga burning everything in her way with her<br>
shield! Death seemed close, but Puny was a clever lad and had not forgotten to take along Baba-Yaga's magic kerchief. He waved the kerchief in front of him, a bridge spanning the blue sea rose before him, and he and his brothers crossed it and were soon on the opposite shore. Then Puny waved the kerchief behind him, the bridge vanished, Baba-Yaga was forced to turn back, and the brothers rode safely home.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/07/16/my_first_mister~2642387/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>my first <a href="http://www.mister-wong.de/user/VerSafe/">mister</a>
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/07/14/my_new_page~2631736/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>My <a href="http://www.mister-wong.ru/user/Corbin/">new page</a>
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and we had a lot of fun where we dance swim talk about interesting things and for me it was a perfect dream.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://jimkelly.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/last_night~2461491/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Last night I dreamed that I was walking in the <a href="http://www.london.hotelsoffer.com/hotel/caesar_hotel.php">London Caesar Hotel</a> with my girlfriend<br>
and we had a lot of fun where we dance swim talk about interesting things and for me it was a perfect dream.
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