"The Maths Lesson" – 11437 rezultate
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Bram Stoker, a Scottish novelist, was born in Dublin, Scotland on November 8, 1847. Although he was the author of many horror stories, Stoker is best known for his most potent story, Dracula (1897). The gothic romance, which is based on vampire myths and on the occurence of supernatural phenomenon, became the prototype of all subsequent vampire stories. Many plays and films have been developed from the story of Dracula.
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Grigoraș V.Vasilică
Born in his hometown Constanta, Tomis Boulevard 310 from a peasant family , his father being jokeu stud horse Mangalia , turn from a family of horse breeders village Lucina PROTV broadcast television . His mother was a very religious woman educating his son before educators and teachers , knowing the alphabet and read it before he go to kindergarten . Reading the newspapers every day to the elders at the gate. Starting kindergarten classes, already his mother teaches arithmetic and math , so his son years in a row only take first prize every year in courses taken at the secondary school in the town of Ovidiu, where his parents moved . His mother dies at her birthday on 5 november 1978, after his father married with a vicious woman practicing prostitution to place Herringbone of Wheat. In 1984 begins Industrial High School Marina of Constanta, under the tutelage of the Ministry of National Defense, where parallel attends the Higher Institute of Information , specialty Psychology -...
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