tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15816945222602279982024-03-14T07:40:05.679+01:00Una barzelletta al giornoIrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.comBlogger231125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-27321235783323453222008-05-20T07:57:00.002+02:002008-05-20T07:59:48.588+02:00La barzelletta del giorno<p class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" lang="IT" >Un genovese porge un qualcosa al facchino che gli ha portato le valigie dicendogli: </span><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" lang="IT" ><o:p></o:p><br />– Si prenda un caffè... </span><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" lang="IT" ><o:p></o:p><br />E quello stupito: </span><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" lang="IT" ><o:p></o:p><br />– Ma... è una bustina di zucchero...! </span><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" lang="IT" ><o:p></o:p><br />– Ah beh... se lo preferisce amaro...</span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-12716703391919178662008-05-20T07:56:00.001+02:002008-05-20T07:59:28.091+02:00La frase dl giorno: una bustina di zucchero<p class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">una bustina di zucchero </span>- пакетик сахара</span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-85914618362912128232008-05-20T07:54:00.001+02:002008-05-20T07:59:12.414+02:00La parola del giorno: facchino<p class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="IT" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">facchino</span> - </span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:green;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >носильщик</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-591144444566638722008-05-19T07:34:00.002+02:002008-05-20T07:54:05.199+02:00La barzelletta del giorno<p class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="IT" >– Maria, come va?<br />– Male ... è morto mio marito!<br />– Mi dispiace: ma com'è successo?<br />– Gli ho detto di andare nell'orto a prendere un po' di zucchine per fare una frittata e non vedendolo tornare sono andata a vedere. Lui era lì disteso nell'orto per un infarto...<br />– Oh! E tu cosa hai fatto?<br />– Patate bollite con fagiolini</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="IT" > </span><span style=";font-family:";" lang="IT"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">...</span></span> <o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-30938780195013556912008-05-19T07:28:00.004+02:002008-05-19T07:34:41.519+02:00La frase del giorno: essere disteso per un infarto<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">essere disteso </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;">per un infarto</span> – лежать с инфарктом</span><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-50452479212384154562008-05-19T07:28:00.001+02:002008-05-19T07:28:53.496+02:00La parola del giorno: fagiolo<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">fagiolo </span><span style="font-family: arial;">– фасоль</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-41405494106990109182008-04-04T09:23:00.000+02:002008-04-04T09:24:25.654+02:00La barzelletta del giorno<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US">Un Carabiniere telefona all'ufficio informazioni dell'aeroporto:<br />Carabiniere: "Quanto tempo impiega il volo Milano-Parigi?"<br />Centralinista: "Un attimo...".<br />Carabiniere: "Grazie".<br />..e riattacca.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-37268513718128904502008-04-04T09:22:00.000+02:002008-04-04T09:23:46.906+02:00La frase del giorno: quando tempo impiega qc.?<p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="IT">Quanto tempo impiega qc.?</span></b><b style=""><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">-</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"> сколько</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">времени</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">занимает</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">что-л.?<o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-40988345176370002602008-04-04T09:21:00.000+02:002008-04-04T09:22:45.604+02:00La parola del giorno: riattaccare<p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="IT">riattacca</span></b><b style=""><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US">re</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"> - </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="IT"><span style=""> </span>повесить трубку<o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-10007029730646977032008-04-02T13:47:00.000+02:002008-04-02T13:48:03.378+02:00La barzalletta del giorno<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;" lang="IT">Tre carcerati in Russia. <o:p></o:p><br />– Io sono qui perché ero contro Petrov. <o:p></o:p><br />– E io perché ero a favore. E tu?<o:p></o:p><br />– Io sono Petrov!</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-61213417229707457242008-04-02T13:46:00.004+02:002008-04-02T13:48:39.487+02:00La parola del giorno: carcerato<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style="font-family: arial;"><span style="" lang="IT">carcerat</span></b><b style="font-family: arial;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">o</span></b></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="IT" > – </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >заключенны</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">й</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-16645615274303021002008-04-02T13:46:00.003+02:002008-04-02T13:48:26.904+02:00La frase del giorno: essere contro/ a favore qc.<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><b style=""><span style="" lang="EN-US">essere</span></b><b style=""><span style="" lang="IT"> contro</span></b><b style=""><span style="">/</span></b></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > <b style=""><span lang="IT">a favore</span></b></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="IT" > </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >qc.</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >- </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >бы</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >ть</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >против</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >/</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" >за</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;" ><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" > кого-л.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-73949444311615732382008-04-01T08:59:00.001+02:002008-04-01T09:00:39.883+02:00La barzelletta del giorno<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="IT">Due turisti mentre vagano per la savana senza armi vedono all'improvviso venire loro incontro un leone. Uno dei due apre velocemente il suo zaino e comincia a infilarsi le scarpe da tennis.<o:p></o:p><br />"Sei pazzo se pensi di correre più veloce del leone!" dice l'altro. <o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial;" lang="IT">E il primo: "Certo che no, ma io voglio correre più veloce di te!"</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-44841986280188778592008-04-01T08:58:00.000+02:002008-04-01T08:59:32.096+02:00La frase del giorno: vedono venire loro incontro un leone<p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="IT">vedono venire loro incontro un leone</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="IT"> – </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">видят </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">идущего</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">им</span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">навстречу</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> льва<o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-84306323755581322122008-04-01T08:55:00.002+02:002008-04-01T09:01:33.228+02:00La parola del giorno: armi<p class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;" >armi</span></b></span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >pl.- </span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">оружие</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-68910742184891497992008-03-31T17:51:00.002+02:002008-03-31T17:52:54.204+02:00La barzelletta del giorno<p class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">Un piccolo cammello chiede a suo padre: </span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p><br />– </span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">Perch</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">é</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT"> abbiamo le gobbe</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">sulla schiena?</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p><br />– </span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">Servono ad immagazzinare il cibo quando si parte per il deserto</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">.<o:p></o:p><br />Pi</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">ù</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT"> tardi il cammellino chiede: </span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p><br />– </span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">Perch</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">é</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT"> abbiamo le ciglia lunghe?</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p><br />– </span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">Per evitare che ci vada la sabbia negli occhi.</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT"><o:p></o:p><br />Alla fine il giovane cammello chiede: </span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p><br />–</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="EN-US"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">Perch</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">é</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT"> tra le dita dei piedi<span style=""> </span>abbiamo i cuscinetti? </span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p><br />– </span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">Per evitare di affondare nella sabbia </span><st1:state><st1:place><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">del</span></st1:place></st1:state><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT"> deserto</span><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="EN-US">.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="line-height: 150%;" lang="IT">– E allora papà – ribatte il cammellino – cosa ci facciamo allo zoo di Londra?</span></span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US" ><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-30952994822255271652008-03-31T17:50:00.000+02:002008-03-31T17:51:17.259+02:00La frase del giorno: immagazzinare il cibo<p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="IT">immagazzinare</span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="IT"> <b style="">il cibo</b> - </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="FR">складировать</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">, </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="FR">накапливать в себе</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> пищу<o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-33200659382280967582008-03-31T17:49:00.002+02:002008-03-31T17:56:03.318+02:00La parola del giorno: evitare<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-GB">evitare</span></b></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" > – </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="FR" >избегать</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" ><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-52904103978516352022008-03-28T10:38:00.002+01:002008-03-28T10:40:15.215+01:00La barzelletta del giorno<p class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" lang="IT" >Hai sentito? Il nostro capo è morto!!!<br />– Sì ...<br />– È tutto il tempo che mi sto chiedendo chi sia morto con lui ...<br />– Come sarebbe </span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;" lang="IT" ><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">... "con lui"? </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br />– Ma sì, ho visto che c'era scritto: "... con lui muore uno dei nostri più instancabili lavoratori."</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-91822200259633211142008-03-28T10:37:00.001+01:002008-03-28T10:45:51.788+01:00La frase del giorno: Come sarebbe?<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Come sarebbe?</span> - как это</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:green;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">?</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-74832935395113860012008-03-28T10:35:00.001+01:002008-03-28T10:37:39.968+01:00La parola del giorno: instancabile<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;">instancabile</span> – неутомимы</span><span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">й</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-84792813970845462952008-03-27T20:52:00.002+01:002008-03-27T20:53:31.395+01:00La barzelletta del giorno<p class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%; font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" lang="IT" >Pierino:<br />– Papà, cosa sono le icone?<br />– Sono immagini sacre...<br />– E perché Windows ne ha tante?<br />– Perché ci vogliono i miracoli per farlo funzionare!!! </span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" lang="IT" ><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-60736094389020659072008-03-27T20:50:00.004+01:002008-03-27T20:54:02.361+01:00La parola del giorno: sacro<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;">sacro</span> –свят</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:green;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >ой</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-41401242798719710742008-03-27T20:50:00.003+01:002008-03-27T20:52:02.627+01:00La fase del giorno: ci vogliono ...<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ci vogliono i miracoli per farlo funzionare</span> - нужны чудеса, чтобы заставить его работать</span><span style="font-family: Arial; color: green;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581694522260227998.post-33454132143313344222008-03-26T11:09:00.005+01:002008-03-26T11:27:23.171+01:00La barzelletta del giorno<p class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" lang="IT" >Un signore prega Dio:<br />– Oh, Dio, che devo fare della mia vita? Cosa ti aspetti da me? Cosa c'è dopo la morte? Qual è il senso della vita ?<br />Attimo di silenzio, poi una voce tuona dal cielo :<br />– LEGGI LE FAQ!!!</span><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" lang="IT" ><o:p></o:p></span></p>Irinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02190397050182054478noreply@blogger.com0