Нарисувала картини по Библията и илюстрации от ранга на Микеланджело и Леонардо,
Гений на реалното и абстрактното изкуство,
на thinkable art
Гений на графичното изкуство
Гений на пейзажа и натюрморта и илюстрациите
Автор на критика за художници и поети,
статии, откровения, проза, поезия, мисли, афоризми,вицове и атрактивна манекенка на картини, актриса на лингвистично шоу и инфлуенсърка,
художничка на потрети и еротично изкуство
Уроци по старогръцки, Богословие,компютри,стенография,машинопис, електронен бизнес и управление .
Нина Миндова е актриса в лингвистичното предаване" Фламинго и аз" и предаването"Любовта",пастор на vbox7,играла Пена чая,Валя Кафето,библиотекарка,танцьорка по зумба ,инфлуенсърка и учителка по немски и рецитаторка.
Нина Миндова художник на течението
Thinkable art womanism
Женски Ренесанс В основата жената в Библията.
Докато Микеланджело рисува Адам и Апостолите,
Нина Миндова Микеланджело рисува Ева и апостолите Мария,Саломия,Мария Магдалена,жената от Сарепта Видинска, Вдовицата дето даде целия си имот и д-р.
Постинги в блога от Ноември, 2024 г.
23.11.2024 11:54 -
Неизбежност Боян Ангелов
As long as there is a mother,
man is a child,
collect bright
man is a child,
collect bright
23.11.2024 11:32 -
Майка Андон Миндов нобелов лауреат
They looked at the people from the street, stopped ,asked-who is this maddened women, wish disheveled hair, barefoot ,with an apron tied aroundher waist, with a child on her chest, pressing him with one hand and with other holding his l...
23.11.2024 11:10 -
Майка Андон Миндов Нобелов лауреат
Without anyone telling her what to do, without looking for helpshe threw herself on the child, pressed him tightly to her, wrapped him in her clothes pressed the fire with her bare hands and at the risk of her life she manage to suffoca...
22.11.2024 15:24 -
2 Майка Андон Миндов
Towards th end, when the fire was birning, one of the children brought a can od gasoline and reached into the fire with it.
The box catches fire in his hands, he gets scared and instinctively throws it at the children stting on the groun...
The box catches fire in his hands, he gets scared and instinctively throws it at the children stting on the groun...
22.11.2024 11:20 -
Майка Андон Миндов нобелов лауреат
Mother
The children were playing in the street gathered from all over the neighborhood.They had lit a fire through our front door.
They were fighting next to it, jumping over it.The older ones pushed the little ones towards the fire, and ...
The children were playing in the street gathered from all over the neighborhood.They had lit a fire through our front door.
They were fighting next to it, jumping over it.The older ones pushed the little ones towards the fire, and ...
22.11.2024 10:51 -
6 Тополата
The poplar he first reached for, as it he knew that it was the closest to my body and would cause him the most pain.
The blows of the ax in the early morning, echoed far away.
Not in the three, but in his heart ,as if they were stabbing her.
The blows of the ax in the early morning, echoed far away.
Not in the three, but in his heart ,as if they were stabbing her.
22.11.2024 10:36 -
Тополата 5Нобелов лауреат
He still could not believe that this property,inherited for centures from grandfathers and great fathers , was no longer his.On"Red Bair" ,where he had never set foot, he was given another foreign property.
And these trees which he had p...
And these trees which he had p...
20.11.2024 10:28 -
Тополата 3
My father went to the vineyard,but for the last time.
Under the poplar he sat as always and waited for the dew to rise.
The leaves of the trees had turned yellow, and the wind was rustling them and blowing them along the simews.
Under the poplar he sat as always and waited for the dew to rise.
The leaves of the trees had turned yellow, and the wind was rustling them and blowing them along the simews.
20.11.2024 10:07 -
Тополата 2
The poplar had grown tall and the shade reached as far as tha middle of the vineyard.
When the wind blew, the leaves rustled -it seemed to sing.
My father loved this poplar tree.
When the wind blew, the leaves rustled -it seemed to sing.
My father loved this poplar tree.
19.11.2024 14:16 -
Тополата 1
My father-that"s how I remembered him for the rest of my life:from dark to dark he dug in the ground with a hoe to feed us.His hands on the ground looked like they were cracked ,rough.She paid him little .
She gave birth a little. But he...
She gave birth a little. But he...
19.11.2024 11:05 -
Андон Миндов -големият творец на Ямбол
Андон Миндов е авторът, който имам честта да преведа на английски език.
Превела съм" Еленовият рог".
Какви са тези разкази в книгата.
Превела съм" Еленовият рог".
Какви са тези разкази в книгата.
18.11.2024 19:55 -
A
Redemption
Lord , sunrise -redemptive
sacrifice.
Lord , sunrise -redemptive
sacrifice.
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