An ion is an atom or molecule in which the total number of electrons is not equal to the total number of protons, giving it a net positive or negative electrical charge. The name was given by physicist Michael Faraday for the substances that allow a current to pass ("go") between electrodes in a solution, when an electric field is applied. It is the transliteration of the Greek participle ἰόν, ión, "going".
An ion consisting of a single atom is an atomic or monatomic ion; if it consists of two or more atoms, it is a molecular or polyatomic ion.
An anion (−) ( /ˈæn.aɪ.ən/ AN-eye-ən), from the Greek word ἄνω (ánō), meaning "up", is an ion with more electrons than protons, giving it a net negative charge (since electrons are negatively charged and protons are positively charged).
A cation (+) ( /ˈkæt.aɪ.ən/ KAT-eye-ən), from the Greek word κατά (katá), meaning "down", is an ion with fewer electrons than protons, giving it a positive charge. Since the charge on a proton is equal in magnitude to the charge on an electron, the net charge on an ion is equal to the number of protons in the ion minus the number of electrons.
Liviu Rebreanu (Romanian pronunciation: [ˈliviw reˈbre̯anu]; November 27, 1885 – September 1, 1944) was a Romanian novelist, playwright, short story writer, and journalist.
Born in Târlișua (currently Bistrița-Năsăud County), Transylvania, then part of Austria-Hungary, he was the second of thirteen children born to Vasile Rebreanu, a schoolteacher, and Ludovica Diuganu, descendants of peasants. His father had been a classmate of George Coșbuc's and was an amateur folklorist. Liviu Rebreanu went to primary school in Maieru (where he was taught by his father), and then in Năsăud and Bistrița, to military school at Sopron and then to the military academy in Budapest. He worked as an officer in Gyula but resigned in 1908, and in 1909 illegally crossed the Transylvanian Alps into Romania, and lived in Bucharest.
He joined several literary circles, and worked as a journalist for Ordinea, then for Falanga literară şi artistică. At the request of the Austro-Hungarian government, he was arrested and extradited in 1910. Rebreanu was incarcerated in Gyula, being freed in August; he returned to Bucharest. In 1911-1912 he was secretary for the National Theater in Craiova, where he worked under the direction of short story writer Emil Gârleanu. He got married to actress Fanny Rădulescu.
Ion Țiriac (Romanian pronunciation: [ˈjon t͡siˈrjak]; born 9 May 1939 in Braşov) is a Romanian businessman and former ice hockey and professional tennis player. He is also the current owner of the Mutua Madrileña Madrid Open.
Born in Transylvania, his look and the droopy mustache earned him the nickname 'Count Dracula'. Țiriac first appeared on the international sports scene as an ice hockey player on the Romanian national team at the 1964 Winter Olympics. Shortly after that he switched to tennis as his main sport. With fellow Romanian Ilie Năstase he won the men's doubles in the 1970 French Open and reached the Davis Cup finals several times in the 1970s.
After his retirement, he served as coach and manager for players such as; Ilie Năstase, Guillermo Vilas, Mary Joe Fernández, Goran Ivanišević and Marat Safin.
He managed Boris Becker from 1984 to 1993. In 1998 he became president of the Romanian National Olympic Committee.
Țiriac ran major men's events in Germany, including the season-ending championships in Hanover. Although tennis is now a much smaller part of his portfolio and occupies only 5 percent of his time, he has taken particular pleasure and pride in making Madrid Tennis Open a combined men's and women's event with €7.2 million in total prize money.
Plot
Horace, a 8 years old boy, who still believes in Santa Clause, received as a Christmas gift a day at the mall. What ought to be a normal Christmas day turns into an adventure when Horace loses his mother. He mets John, a pickpocket disguised as Santa Clause, who was in the middle of an illegal operation. Unlike the Santas on TV, John doesn't seem to like children. Althought, the boy is convinced that this is the real Santa Clause and tail of it, causing all sorts of trouble as dangerous, as funny. Finally John finds the magic of Christmas and Horace discovers that miracles indeed, occur.
Keywords: christmas, love, robbery, santa-claus
Mosule, Avem O Problema!
Plot
Wanting to follow the current trend, Francesca, a young teacher from Bucharest, is eager to emigrate to Italy. Unfortunately,whilst desperately seeking support from those nearest and dearest to her, various untold truths unravel.
Keywords: teacher
Plot
In 1948, a group of miners finds a gallery full of emeralds in a salt mine in Switzerland, but they are attacked by giant black beetles and only one of them survives. In the present days, the explorer John Palmer is ready to take vacations in Greece with his family when he is contacted and invited by a stranger called Vincent to lead his team in an expedition into a mine in Switzerland. In return, Vincent offers a large amount to John and the cottage nearby a lake and the entrance of the mine for his family to spend the vacation. John accepts the offer, and while leading the group underground in the tunnels, he finds that their ambitious leader Marcel is a very dangerous man. When John meets giant black beetles in the cave, he orders the group to return but Marcel threatens the safety of his family, forcing John to lead the team to the deep location of the emerald mine.
Keywords: dynamite, elevator-shaft, evisceration, explosive, giant-insect, impalement, severed-hand, stabbed-in-the-hand
The ultimate threat. The gravest danger. Hidden in the earth.
Deep below ground... Where there's no escape... What have they awoken?
Treasure hunters battle giant killer cave bugs
John Palmer: Are you seeing what I'm seeing? Your plan isn't just falling apart, it's being ripped apart! By giant bugs!
Plot
There exists an ancient manuscript still writing itself called the Lexicon. It supposedly tells of the coming of the Anti-Christ, and happens to fall into the hands of an unsuspecting woman. Now, she is being pursued by angels intent on obtaining the information from the book.
Keywords: direct-to-video-sequel-to-theatrical-movie, falling-from-height, handcuffs, heart-in-hand, romania, sequel, shot-in-the-forehead, shot-through-the-mouth, slide-locked-back
Into the war between heaven and hell comes a brand-new enemy.
Ritualistic Killings Lead To An Manuscript Of Evil.
John Riegert: [ looking at a crowded street ] Just shove them out of the way::Dani Simionescu: [incredulous] They're human beings, John, not sheep::John Riegert: If you insist on splitting hairs.::Dani Simionescu: I do, actually.::John Riegert: [pause] That one looks like a sheep.
Ion: [as Belial] Frankly I expected more of a scuffle. But then again, you do have a lot of self imposed limitations here. Hardly makes a game of it.::John Riegert: Don't worry. I think I can keep it interesting.::Ion: I do hope so... for old times' sake.
John Riegert: It's done. For now.::Allison: Where is he?::John Riegert: Belial? He's where he belongs. With Me.::[looks up at sky]::John Riegert: God created the world in seven days. This is the eighth. Remember, there are still so many out there that despise you. And your kind.::Allison: Why?::John Riegert: Because of what you are. And more than that, what you might yet become.::Allison: What about you? Do you despise me?
Laurel: Sorry I'm late. We had to stop for petrol and sweets.
Dani Simionescu: [on Serban's murder] I didn't do it, if that's what you're driving at, John. You see, I like to see their faces.::John Riegert: You're acting rather cavalier for a man in your tenuous position.::Dani Simionescu: That's fucking it!::[pulls the car over]::Dani Simionescu: Right, let's get one thing straight. I know when someone's trying to sweat me and quite frankly I don't fucking like it, so if you've got something to say, say it to my fucking face or get the fuck out of my fucking car.::John Riegert: I believe you're guilty of nothing more than a certain degree of moral ambivalence.
Laurel: From here on, you need to understand something.::Hardy: What?::Laurel: You need to understand that if you haven't stopped following me by the time I reach the top of these stairs, I'm going to have to put a bullet through your head.
Dani Simionescu: Not again. I do wish you'd stop shoving things down your knickers, Serban. Makes me feel so cheap.
John Riegert: Your mother didn't weep for you, Dani. But she weeps for you now.::John Riegert: [after quick flashback to Dani's mother] You can hear it, everytime you close your eyes, can't you?::Dani Simionescu: Tell me, who you are.::John Riegert: Are you sure that's what you really want?
John Riegert: [first line in the movie] I'm here to find one lost soul. I have no interests in tyrants or heros. Rather I prefer the lives of smaller men. The ones left behind.
John Riegert: He's lying. He can't touch you.::Allison: How do I know that?::John Riegert: Because this house, forgive the overused metaphor is Hell on Earth. It was ceded to me by virtue of the deeds commited here which makes it my domain. My house. My rules.::Allison: What about you?::John Riegert: I don't want the book. It repulses me. I'd much prefer you kept it.::Laurel: Oh brilliant. You're not even going for the win now? How pathetic. Great Satan himself and he's playing for the draw?::John Riegert: There's always tomorrow, Belial.
Here I am
Back again to save you
I am the incarnation of all that is pure
Of all that is you
The island in your ocean so cruel
I am warmth
Your guiding star and the wheel in your car
I am all that you are
And you will never get far
Without my presence
But you can never have me
The words I bring and the song I sing
- Chaos cannot charge the breed of order
You'll never be able to reach me
The tales I tell of our stereo-hell
- We're doomed to be a first decree of murder
This is how I want it to be
I cannot escape and you will never get
Rid of me We ride the
Decadence of culmination
Tomorrow we may hunt down revelation
If tomorrow comes
For the chosen ones...
In the wake of heaven
Be aware we tread on sacred ground
If you fall, crawl back to the path
Were rapture can be found
Assent to your inward grace
Evoke serenity in your heart
Absolve all those who try to harm
Forgive as they depart
Return to spirit
Embrace divinity within
Beware of minions bearing glittering gifts
Where vultures prey on the lost
Blinded by darkness, hidden under rocks
With bright black hearts of false
Evade the zealotists and sycophants
Who basely praise the darkness in your name
Shadows will fall beneath a spectrum of light
When the blessed congregate
When the dawn breaks without you
The will of life shall resonate
Scattered ashes blow upon the silent Earth
Eternal bliss awaits
Return to spirit
The path of rapture can be found
Return to spirit
I'm fighting back my fear of life,
As I've wasted so much precious time,
I'm waiting for the sun to rise...
Enfurecer contra a morte da luz
O sol esta nascendo dentro de mim
I'm fighting back my tears tonight,
As I've wasted so much precious time,
Freedom of spirit has wakened the soul
Fear and troubles have taken their toll
Farewell o father, I'm leaving the land
Together we struggled, divided we'll stand
Years will pass from this dark April morn
Tears held back as they wave from the shore
Farewell o mother, I'm safe in your prayers
My ship she is ready, the wind it blows fair
Stranded and lost in a land without heart
Liars in wait will to tear us apart
Farewell my love, oh from grace I may fall
With quiet disdain
It was only fear that I feared
Thought I Was someone else for you to use
Envy burned away
As I fell immune to all of your tears
I guess you were still all mine
Mine to lose
Our minds aflame
As I seared in the wicked summer glow
I surrendered all to you
This failed serenade
Will tell you all you needed to know
Maybe your words were feigned
Hear the sirens sigh
For hopes and misplaced hearts
Laid down in haste for intrusion
Waylay some wayward soul
Lost in the confusion
Of processed lust, false idols, and illusions
Lead us not into temptation
Left behind is a trail of stolen grace
Devoid of shame and of sympathy
Laid in the waste is our iniquity
Learn from past lies, come with dignity
Just twenty years ago today, I grasped my mother's hand,
She kissed and blessed her only son, going to a foreign land;
The neighbours took me from her breast and told her I must go,
But I could hear my mother's voice, though her words were sweet and low.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.
I sailed away from Queenstown, that is the cove of Cork,
A very pleasant voyage we had and soon we're in New York;
I'd plenty of friends to meet me there and work I got next day,
But with all the hospitality I could hear my mother say.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.
One day a letter came to me, it came from Ireland,
The postmark showed it came from home, it was not my mother's hand;
'Twas father who had wrote to say that she had passed away,
And just as if from Heaven above I could hear my mother say.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
Time will tell who I'm waiting for
Light fell as destiny stole you away
As the tears flowed
When I ran to you, and stayed in the cold
Could've followed you, and destroyed my soul
But I'll love you and forgive you as you'll never know
I'm weary now, if the truth be told
As I ran to you, and stayed in the cold
Though your reasoning bore no light nor hope
The cold earth slept whilst I lived in enmity
I was too inept to see the light that shadowed me
...or believe
I'm fearless now, as mothers watching over me
As I'll watch over you, whilst we drift into infinity
Pragmatize, throw the darkness to the wind
And purify your heart from the feculence of sin
Be free from fear,
Follow the stars, take me back to the start
They who darkened the summer
are now severed from my heart
Love will come
Follow the stars, take me back to the start
He who darkened the summer
is now severed from my heart
Will you rise from the shadows
To our hallowed place
Where we'd often lay
In our golden days
Oh i've prayed for salvation
Since I fell from grace
Led myself astray
As you stole away
But if I ever lost my heart
I found mercy
Will you come to the waters
Where I meet you
Oh where you left me so
Where I lost my soul
If you wake from your slumber
And you bare your soul
And you come back so
I won't let you go
If you ever find your heart
Please forgive me
ust twenty years ago today, I grasped my mother's hand,
She kissed and blessed her only son, going to a foreign land;
The neighbours took me from her breast and told her I must go,
But I could hear my mother's voice, though her words were sweet and low.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.
I sailed away from Queenstown, that is the cove of Cork,
A very pleasant voyage we had and soon we're in New York;
I'd plenty of friends to meet me there and work I got next day,
But with all the hospitality I could hear my mother say.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.
One day a letter came to me, it came from Ireland,
The postmark showed it came from home, it was not my mother's hand;
'Twas father who had wrote to say that she had passed away,
And just as if from Heaven above I could hear my mother say.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
The cold earth slept whilst I lived in enmity
I was too inept to see the light that shadowed me
...or believe
I'm fearless now, as mothers watching over me
As I'll watch over you, whilst we drift into infinity
Pragmatize, throw the darkness to the wind
And purify your heart from the feculence of sin
Be free from fear,
Believe
With quiet disdain
It was only fear that I feared
Thought I Was someone else for you to use
Envy burned away
As I fell immune to all of your tears
I guess you were still all mine
Mine to lose
Our minds aflame
As I seared in the wicked summer glow
I surrendered all to you
This failed serenade
Will tell you all you needed to know
Maybe your words were feigned
But mine were true