V. Tank, "Butterfly, asleep between childhood book pages" | Lithuanian Librarians' Association
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Childhood memories watercress of the library watercress is always atplūsta so pleasantly warm - like the wind from the sea. It is from the sea - the large, immense, sūpuojančio feeling that flooded the face of the vastness of the world of books. Just recently, I had handy RM Rilke book "Malta Lauridso BRIG notes, which is very near" caught "the joy of reading, the reading room the people sitting next to each other, to hear šiugždėjimas comfortable to browse the pages, and their gazes deeply immersed watercress in the pages read. And they have a certain kind of invisible, but a special thread - concentration, devotion book, open up. Eyes are the letters, watercress like ants meat of pages prasprūstančias and immediately re-capture. watercress But probably the most beautiful event of reading pleasure, the eyes barely rises from the book and the other agrees, that opened in humanity eyes. It was the reading and communication along the human experiences and nourished me as I am now. All events, gatherings, free and active communication, which I found in the library, and it was the fundamental creative impulse.
He took the book, thumbing the pages between your fingers, the nice and grainy texture, wonder - after all, the body of the book tree. The book - it's a different tree, emitting the smell of the leaves, seeds embedded deep in the unconscious roots and there įleidžiančias sulapojančias, watercress status. Many books in the library - like broadleaf forests: the self in a better light, performs photosynthesis and produce oxygen watercress needed for vital spirit ...
Between the pages of the book had to find a wide range of gadgets literally: candy papers, dried flowers watercress (forget-mostly), and once I found the desiccated colorful butterfly. Seemed about to rise and begin to fly. It seems that it was winter. Or maybe you already pavasarėjo ...
This year, April 2nd - Children's Book Day - suddenly got very warm letter from his mother watercress Ukmergė, Vlado slope of the Library Director writes. I read it again I survived childhood library - books sanctuary - the atmosphere, I met a variety of characters in books, skubėjusius a long way behind me, and thus the third last in front of rodžiusius way Nilson, the softness of goose flying back, Hans The lucky with geese under his arm, Pippi Longstocking , The Brothers Lionheart, tomboy Emilia, Puss in boots, booby birds with one stone and all all of which are listed here, even nepajėgčiau. All of them are alive in me. All of them specifically, they strayed from the library watercress shelves.
You ask, and why the library is so close to me since I was a kid? Do nelaksčiau the yard, green grass, woods, trees nesikarsčiau after ..? Without a doubt, yes! As with all the animation for children. However, most of the rest of the time I spent bibliotekoj to me that almost every day there vesdavosi working mom. To share with you one more child discovered a secret: sometimes pavakarėmis cozy, very, very quietly sitting in the library reading room you can hear the angel walks among the shelves. Just can not shoo him. Best quiet pašiurenti pages if you accidentally leave him a cup of tea and an open your favorite books left. Then slowly pull back and hide behind the shelves. Patiently waiting. If you are lucky, a few, maybe several minutes it really come ... it is only when it is probably not worth telling others - still believe it. And if you understand - and they probably like sitting in the library ...
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News Events Projects Structure Council Working Group Sections About Us Objectives Statutes Code of Ethics Honorary Members winners Brief History of International Relations Documents Publications Links section of young professionals
Childhood memories watercress of the library watercress is always atplūsta so pleasantly warm - like the wind from the sea. It is from the sea - the large, immense, sūpuojančio feeling that flooded the face of the vastness of the world of books. Just recently, I had handy RM Rilke book "Malta Lauridso BRIG notes, which is very near" caught "the joy of reading, the reading room the people sitting next to each other, to hear šiugždėjimas comfortable to browse the pages, and their gazes deeply immersed watercress in the pages read. And they have a certain kind of invisible, but a special thread - concentration, devotion book, open up. Eyes are the letters, watercress like ants meat of pages prasprūstančias and immediately re-capture. watercress But probably the most beautiful event of reading pleasure, the eyes barely rises from the book and the other agrees, that opened in humanity eyes. It was the reading and communication along the human experiences and nourished me as I am now. All events, gatherings, free and active communication, which I found in the library, and it was the fundamental creative impulse.
He took the book, thumbing the pages between your fingers, the nice and grainy texture, wonder - after all, the body of the book tree. The book - it's a different tree, emitting the smell of the leaves, seeds embedded deep in the unconscious roots and there įleidžiančias sulapojančias, watercress status. Many books in the library - like broadleaf forests: the self in a better light, performs photosynthesis and produce oxygen watercress needed for vital spirit ...
Between the pages of the book had to find a wide range of gadgets literally: candy papers, dried flowers watercress (forget-mostly), and once I found the desiccated colorful butterfly. Seemed about to rise and begin to fly. It seems that it was winter. Or maybe you already pavasarėjo ...
This year, April 2nd - Children's Book Day - suddenly got very warm letter from his mother watercress Ukmergė, Vlado slope of the Library Director writes. I read it again I survived childhood library - books sanctuary - the atmosphere, I met a variety of characters in books, skubėjusius a long way behind me, and thus the third last in front of rodžiusius way Nilson, the softness of goose flying back, Hans The lucky with geese under his arm, Pippi Longstocking , The Brothers Lionheart, tomboy Emilia, Puss in boots, booby birds with one stone and all all of which are listed here, even nepajėgčiau. All of them are alive in me. All of them specifically, they strayed from the library watercress shelves.
You ask, and why the library is so close to me since I was a kid? Do nelaksčiau the yard, green grass, woods, trees nesikarsčiau after ..? Without a doubt, yes! As with all the animation for children. However, most of the rest of the time I spent bibliotekoj to me that almost every day there vesdavosi working mom. To share with you one more child discovered a secret: sometimes pavakarėmis cozy, very, very quietly sitting in the library reading room you can hear the angel walks among the shelves. Just can not shoo him. Best quiet pašiurenti pages if you accidentally leave him a cup of tea and an open your favorite books left. Then slowly pull back and hide behind the shelves. Patiently waiting. If you are lucky, a few, maybe several minutes it really come ... it is only when it is probably not worth telling others - still believe it. And if you understand - and they probably like sitting in the library ...
The old version of the site
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