Martyna94_

Hi!
I'm Martyna and I'm 24 years old. I live and work in Krakow.
I really like art, good rock and punk music and old black and white movies.

I'd be glad to receive some "unusual" postcards. And please write me something about yourself, something interesting about your city or country, or a fragment of your favourite poetry, prose.

VOCABULARY

"La Pologne? La Pologne? Isn't it terribly cold there?" she asked, andthen sighed with relief. So many countries have been turning up lately thatthe safest thing to talk about is climate.
"Madame," I want to reply, "my people's poets do all their writing inmittens. I don't mean to imply that they never remove them; they do,indeed, if the moon is warm enough. In stanzas composed of raucouswhooping, for only such can drown the windstorms' constant roar, theyglorify the simple lives of our walrus herders. Our Classicists engrave theirodes with inky icicles on trampled snowdrifts. The rest, our Decadents,bewail their fate with snowflakes instead of tears. He who wishes to drownhimself must have an ax at hand to cut the ice. Oh, madame, dearestmadame."
That's what I mean to say. But I've forgotten the word for walrus inFrench. And I'm not sure of icicle and ax.
"La Pologne? La Pologne? Isn't it terribly cold there?"
"Pas du tout,"I answer icily.
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