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Albert Einstein was born on 14  March, 1879 in the German city of Ulm, without any indication that he wasdestined for greatness. on the contrary ,his mother thought Albert was a freak.To her, head seemed much too large.

At age of two- and- a- half , Einstein still was not taking. When he finally did learn to speak,​​​​​he uttered  everything twice.  and seen did not know what to do with other, and him playmates called him" brother  boring. " show the youngster played by himself much of the time. Heesspecially loved mechanical toys ?. Looking at his newborn sister, Maja ,he is said to have said: " fine, but where are her wheels?" 

A head master once today his father that what Einstein choose as a profession would not matters, because" he'll never make a success at anything."" Einstein begin learning to play theviolin at the age of 6, because his mother wanted him three letter became a gifted amateur violinist ,maintaining this skill throughout his life

But Albert Einstein was not a bad pupil. He want to high School in Munich, where Einstein's family had mode when he was 15 months old, and scored good Max in almost every subject. Einstein hated the school' s regimentation, and often clashed with his teachers. At the age of 15, Einstein felt so stifled dear dad he lift the school for God

The previous years,  Albert 's parents had moved Milan, and lift their son with relatives .afterprolonged discussion, Einstein got his wish to continue. His education in German speaking sweezerland in a city which was more liberal then munich.

Einstein highly gifted in mathematics and interested in physics, and after finishing school, he decided to study at a University in Zurich. But science was not that only thing that appealed to the dashing  younger man with the​​​​ walrus moustache.

Wind, come softly 

Don't  break the shutters of the window. 

Don't scatter the papers. 

Don't throw down the book on the shelf

There,​​​ look look what you did- you threw them all

 down.

You tore  the page of the books.

You brought rain ? again. 

You ' re very clever at poking fun at weaklings.

frail crumbling house ?, crumbling doors, crumbling rafters, 

Crumbling wood ?, crumbling  bodies, crumbling lives, crumbling  hearts-

The wind God winnows and crushes them all. 

He wou't what you tell him 

 So, come, let's build strong  home ? , 

Let's  joint the doors firmly.

Practice to frame the body. 

Make the heart steadfast.  

Do this , and the wind will be friends with us.

 The  wind blows out weak fires.

He makes strong fire Roar and flourish

 his friendship is good.

 we praise him every day.​​​​​​

To the little girl he was a figure to be feared and avoided ​​​​​​. Every morning before going to work he came into her room and gave her a casual kiss, to which she responded with " Good  bya, father ". And oh, there was a glad sense of relief when she heard the noise of the carriage growing fainter and fainter down the long road! In the evening when he came home she stood near the staircase  and heard his loud voice in the hall. " Bring my tea into the drawing-room...Hasn't the paper come yet? Mother, go and see if my paper's out there-and bring me my slippers. " 

"Kezia , "  mother would call to her, " if you're a good girl you can come down and take off father's boots. Slowly the girl would slip down the stairs, more Slowly still across the hall, and push open the drawing-room door. By that time he had his spectacles on and looked at her over them in a way that was terrifying to the little girl.  " well, Kezia, hurty up and pull off these boots and take them outside. Have you been a good girl today?" " I d- d- don't  know ,father ."  " you  d- d- don't know?  If you stutter like that mother will have to take you to the doctor. "​

She never stuttered with other people ‐ had quite given it up- but only with father, because then she was trying so hard to say the words properly. " what the matter ? What are you looking so wretched about? mother, I wish you taught this child not to appear on the brink of suicide...here , Kezia  carry my teacup back to the table carefully. " he was so big- his hands and his neck, coma especially his mouth when he yawned. Thinking about him alone was like thinking about a giant. 

On Sunday afternoon grandfather send her down to the drinking -room to have a nice talk with father and mother" . But the little girl always found mother reading and fatherstretched out  on the Sofa coma his handkerchief on his face, his fit on one of the best cushions sleeping soundly and snoring. 

 she said on a stool, gravely watched him until he work and stretched coma and asked the time- then locate at her don't star so,Kezia. You look like a little Brown owl ." One day, when she was kept indoors with a cold, her grandmother told her that father's birthday was next week, and suggested she should make him a pin- cushions for a gift out of a beautiful piece of yellow silk.

Rush hour crowds jostly for position on the underground train platform. A slight girl ? looking  younger than her seventeen years, was nervous yet excited as she felt the vibrations of the approaching train. It her first day at ​​​the  prestigious  Royal Academy of  music ? in London and daunting  enough for any teenager fresh a Scottish  farm. But this aspiring musician  faced  a bigger  challenge  then most : she was profoundly  deaf. 

Evelyn Glennie loos of hearing had been gradual. Her mother remember noticing something was wrong when the eight- year old Evelyn was waiting ✋️ to play the piano. " They called  her name and she didn't  move .I suddenly realised she had't heard," says Isabel Glennie .for quite a while Evelyn managed to conceal her growing deafness from friends and teacher. But by the time she was eleven her marks had  deteriorated and her headmistress  urged her parents to take her to  aspecialist . It was then discovered that her hearing was severely impaired as a result of gradual never damage.damage.They were advised that she should be fitted  with hearing aids and sent to school ? for deaf.EEverything  suddenly  looking black, " says Evelyn.

But Evelyn was not going to give up. She was determined to lead a normal life and pursue  her interest in music. One day she noticed a girl ?  playing a xylophone  and decided that she wanted to play it too.most of the teacher discouraged her but percussionist Ron Forbes spotted  her potential  .he beganby tuning two large drums to different  nots. Don't listen though your ears," he would says. " try to sense it waist up and the lower one from the waist down, " Forbes repeated the exercise   and soon  Evelyn discovered that she  could sense certain nots in different parts of the body. " I had learnt to open  my mind  and body to sound and vibrations. " The rest was sheer determination and hard work. 

She never looked  back from that point onwards. She toured the United kingdom ??  with  a younth orchestra and by the time she was  sixteen  she  had decided to make music ? ?  her life she auditioned for the  Royal   Academy of music and scored one of the  highest make  in the history of the Academy. She gradually moved from  orchestral work to solo performance. At the end  of her three- year course she  had captured most of the top award ?. 

And for all this, Evelyn won't accept any hint of heroic achievement. " if you work and know where you are going  you' llget there " and  she got right to top worto's most sought after multipercussionist with a mastery of  some  thousand instruments ,and hectic international schedule.​​​​

Margie even  wrote about it that night ? ? in her diary. On the page 17May 2157. She  wrote, " found a real book! "?.

It was very old book ?. Margie 's grandfather once said that when he was a little boy his grandfather told him that there was a time when all stories were printed on paper ?.

They turned the pages, which were yellow and crinkly,  and it was awfully funny  to read words that stood still instead of moving the way they were supposed to ​​​​​​- on a screen, you know. And then when they turned back to the page before, it had the same words on it that it had had when they read it the first time. 

" Gee," said Tommy, " what a waste. When you're thought with the book, you just it away, I guess. Our television screen must have had a million books ? on it 's good plenty more. I would 't throw it away. "

" Same  with mine, " said Margie. She was eleven and hadn't seen as many televook tommy had. He was thirteen. 

She said, " where did you find it?" "

" In my house. " he pointed without looking, because he was busy reading ?. 'In attic." 

" What 's it about?" 

" School. "