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<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Demyanenko's code blog]]></title><description><![CDATA[I'm a professional web developer who pays attention to details, concentrating on quality-driven development. More than anything I love working with cutting-edge technologies and web trends. Over the past ten years I have gained experience in such industries as E-commerce, Automotive, Social Media, Healthcare and Live chats.]]></description><link>https://paveldemyanenko.github.io</link><generator>GatsbyJS</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2021 19:34:35 GMT</lastBuildDate><item><title><![CDATA[New Beginnings]]></title><description><![CDATA[Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and
Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in…]]></description><link>https://paveldemyanenko.github.io/new-beginnings/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://paveldemyanenko.github.io/new-beginnings/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2015 22:40:32 GMT</pubDate><content:encoded><p>Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and
Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove
right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named
Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.</p>
<h2>On deer horse aboard tritely yikes and much</h2>
<p>The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad
Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text
didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and
made herself on the way.</p>
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<li>this is very interesting</li>
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</ul>
<p>When she reached the first hills of the <strong>Italic Mountains</strong>, she had a last
view back on the skyline of her hometown <em>Bookmarksgrove</em>, the headline of
<a href="http://google.com">Alphabet Village</a> and the subline of her own road, the Line
Lane. Pityful a rhetoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her
way. On her way she met a copy.</p>
<h3>Overlaid the jeepers uselessly much excluding</h3>
<p>But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a
few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with
<a href="http://google.com">Longe and Parole</a> and dragged her into their agency, where
they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been
rewritten, then they are still using her.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and
Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove
right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your
mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is
an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the
name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.</p>
<h3>According a funnily until pre-set or arrogant well cheerful</h3>
<p>The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad
Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text
didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and
made herself on the way.</p>
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<li>So baboon this</li>
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<li>Dear foresaw hungry and much some overhung</li>
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<p>When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view
back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet
Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rhetoric
question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a
copy.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have
been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin
would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and
return to its own, safe country.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a
few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole
and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects
again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using
her. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and
Consonantia, there live the blind texts.</p>
<h4>Silent delightfully including because before one up barring chameleon</h4>
<p>Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a
large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and
supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in
which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.</p>
<p>Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an
almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the
name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox
advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild
Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.</p>
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<p>She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on
the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a
last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of
Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a
rhetoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she
met a copy.</p>
<h6>Slapped cozy a that lightheartedly and far</h6>
<p>The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have
been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin
would be the word “and” and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return
to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it
didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk
with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her
for their projects again and again.</p></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>