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There was a large heap of glass-beads They sought it for ages And were so courageous That used hedgehogs in their needs. |
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To work with glass-beads all its way. Once it saw a bead heap And dived into it. And no one’s seen it to this day... |
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Dear friends! I’m grateful to you for visiting my web-site.
Let me introduce myself. My name’s Katherina Kostinsky and I’m an English language teacher by the main occupation. To be frank, sometimes I suppose that my knowledge in English is enough to make a cat laugh, but it doesn’t prevent me from teaching schoolchildren and students. But it’s not the thing I’ve wanted to boast of. It was just a sort of introduction.
So, in this site I’d like to show you beaded stuffs which I’ve made during the last 18 years. Last news:
What an amazing thing is beading! Tiny chilly beads no more than a millet seed are so pleasant to touch and finger.
A few motley handfuls just have lain about – and there’s a needle gripped in the fingers,
an idea stirs in the head and something begins taking shape of the variety of colours.
What? It’s difficult to understand it so far… Perharps, it’ll become a choker,
or a picture, or a mug. We’ll wait and see. The needle moves to and fro, beads cling to
each other, hours pass over the bent head imperceptibly – and what? A butterfly, having
spread her tender wings, glitters with bright colours. And what will come out next time?
Who knows… Look, view, scrutinize. What would you like?
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