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Победа Милева
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Born
in Sofia, Bulgaria
August 24, 1944
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December 2022
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Победа Милева говори на научна конференция „Реторика и политика“ / Pobeda Mileva speaks at a scientific conference Rhetoric and Politics
Победа Милева говори на научна конференция „Реторика и политика“ / Pobeda Mileva speaks at a scientific conference Rhetoric and Politics
Научна конференция „Реторика и политика” От ляво надясно: проф. дсн Максим Мизов, Победа Милева, Мимо Гарсия, проф. дфн Донка Александрова, проф. Милка Василева и д-р Станул Грозев / Scientific Conference Rhetoric and Politics From left to right: Prof. Max
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“We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since days of long ago.”
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from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since days of long ago.”
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“My love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
How fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love.
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.”
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That's newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
How fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love.
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.”
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