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请问有什么适合孕妇的工作吗？现在生活困难想找点事做？
我有更好的答案
不安全淘宝微商什么的都可以，轻松不费力，不要出去工作了
就是你自己要花点心思，因为淘宝店不大好开，我之前试过，微商或许轻松点
请问开淘宝店去那里拿货呢？
有货源网。然后一件代发的，但是很不方便，因为好几次有人在我店里拍了，但是我去货源那里，她不发了，当然也可以自己一次性进货囤货，但是我没场地也就没弄
如果你开了记得那些私聊和你说帮你怎么怎么样扶持店铺的千万别信，我上过当的，相对而言我觉得还微商方便点
是有人会找你问的，我就是想问下你之前开了网店是怎么拿货的呢？还是直接一件代发呀？那样赚不了多少钱吧？
就是去货源网进货，然后自己上到淘宝店，你可以让厂家一件代发，也可以自己进货囤货
做点手工之类的，不要相信网络上什么快速赚钱，网络兼职之类的，本来生活就困难，再被骗就更困难了，在生活圈子范围内找点实际的轻松简单活干干就好了。
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& & 我刚怀孕10周，在家一直待着，没啥事可干，感觉很无聊，不知道你们怀孕的时候在家有没有可以打发时间的工作呢？
& & 帮忙推荐一下啊,多谢了！
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俺也闲的快发霉了，想想以后带孩子也没法工作，就悲剧！
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怀孕就不上班了，真幸福！！！俺一直上到生！
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还是好好在家待产吧 没事逛逛街和朋友聚聚 哈哈
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如果有的话，也算我一个哦！
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俺的建议就是做一些母婴的产品推广，因为大家学习了很多母婴知识 所以要物尽其用啊&&最少也可以给宝宝赚点奶粉钱啊
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俺的建议就是做一些母婴的产品推广，因为大家学习了很多母婴知识 所以要物尽其用啊&&最少也可以给宝宝赚点奶粉钱啊
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没事干　　来顶贴了　　　飘过
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我也是啊！我这才几天就闲的脑退化了啊……你有好主意记得跟我说声啊嘿嘿嘿
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那啥……要不弄点十字绣啥的？能不能赚啊
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亲们大家好 建议准妈妈们 来我们这里学习 学一些儿童健康营养方面的知识 将来好带宝宝啊 宝宝健康 全家既省 ...
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那啥……要不弄点十字绣啥的？能不能赚啊
拉到吧，我以前就卖过十字绣，还挺好，现在的十字绣是不行了··
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我从怀孕一直玩儿，也找过在家能做的事情，可是一直渺茫啊。。。。。。。。还是好好养身子吧
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Feeling that the reconciliation was complete, Anna set eagerly to work in the morning preparing for their departure. Though it was not settled whether they should go on Monday or Tuesday, as they had each given way to the other, Anna packed busily, feeling absolutely indifferent whether they went a day earlier or later. She was standing in her room over an open box, taking things out of it, when he came in to see her earlier than usual, dressed to go out.`I'm going off
she can send me the money by Iegorov. And I shall be ready to go tomorrow,' he said.Though she was in such a good mood, the mention of his visit to his mother's gave her a pang.`No, I shan't be ready by then myself,' and at once reflected, `so then it was possible to arrange to do as I wished.' - `No, do as you meant to do. Go into the dining room, I'm coming directly. It's only to turn out those things that aren't wanted,' she said, putting something more on the heap of frippery that lay in Annushka's arms.Vronsky was eating his beefsteak when she came into the dining room.`You wouldn't believe how distasteful these rooms have become to me,' she said, sitting down beside him to her coffee. `There's nothing more awful than these chambres garnies. There's no individuality in them, no soul. These clocks, and curtains, and, worst of all, the wallpapers - they're a nightmare. I think of Vozdvizhenskoe as the promised land. You're not sending the horses off yet?'`No, they will come after us. Where are you going to?'`I wanted to go to Wilson's to take some dresses to her. So it's really to be tomorrow?' she said but suddenly her face changed.Vronsky's valet came in to ask him to sign a receipt for a telegram from Peterburg. There was nothing out of the way in Vronsky's getting a telegram, but he said, as though anxious to conceal something from her, that the receipt was in his study, and he turned hurriedly to her.`By tomorrow, without fail, I will finish it all.'`From whom is the telegram?' she asked, not hearing him.`From Stiva,' he answered reluctantly.`Why didn't you show it to me? What secret can there be between Stiva and me?'Vronsky called the valet back, and told him to bring the telegram.`I didn't want to show it to you, because Stiva has such a passion for telegraphing: why telegraph when nothing is settled?'`About the divorce?'`Y but he says he has not been able to come at anything yet. He has promised a decisive answer in a day or two. B read it.'With trembling hands Anna took the telegram, and read what Vronsky had told her. At the end was added: ` but I will do everything possible and impossible.'`I said yesterday that it's absolutely nothing to me when I get a divorce, or whether I never get it,' she said, flushing crimson. `There was not the slightest necessity to hide it from me.' - `So he may hide, and does hide, his correspondence with women from me,' she thought.`Iashvin meant to come this morning with Voitov,' said V `I believe he's won from Pievtsov all and more than he can pay - about sixty thousand.'`No,' she said, further irritated by his so obviously showing by this change of subject that he knew she was irritated, `why did you suppose that this news would affect me so, that you must even try to hide it? I said I don't want to consider it, and I should have liked you to care as little about it as I do.'`I care about it because I like definiteness,' he said.`Definiteness is not in the form, but in love,' she said, more and more irritated, not by his words, but by the tone of cool composure in which he spoke. `What do you want it for?'`My God! Love again,' he thought, frowning.`Oh, for your sake and your children's in the future.'`There won't be any children in the future.'`That's a great pity,' he said.`You want it for the children's sake, but you don't think of me?' she said, quite forgetting, or not having heard that he had said, `For your sake and the children's.'The question of the possibility of having children had long been a subject of dispute and irritation to her. His desire to have children she interpreted as a proof he did not prize her beauty.`Oh, I said: for your sake. Above all for your sake,' he repeated, frowning as though in pain, `because I am certain that the greater part of your irritability comes from the indefiniteness of the position.'`Yes, now he has laid aside all pretense, and all his cold hatred for me is apparent,' she thought, not hearing his words, but watching with terror the cold, cruel judge who, mocking her, looked out of his eyes.`The cause isn't that,' she said, `and, indeed, I don't see how the cause of my irritability, as you call it, can be in my being completely in your power. What indefiniteness is there in the position? On the contrary.'`I am very sorry that you don't care to understand,' he interrupted, obstinately anxious to give utterance to his thought. `The indefiniteness consists in your imagining that I am free.'`On that score you can set your mind quite at rest,' she said, and turning away from him, she began drinking her coffee.She lifted her cup, with her little finger held apart, and put it to her lips. After drinking a few sips she glanced at him, and by his expression she saw clearly that he was repelled by her hand, and her gesture, and the sound made by her lips.`I don't care in the least what your mother thinks, and what match she wants to make for you,' she said, putting the cup down with a shaking hand.`But we are not talking about that.'`Yes, that's just what we are talking about. And let me tell you that a heartless woman, whether she's old or not old, your mother or anyone else, is of no consequence to me, and I would not consent to know her.'`Anna, I beg you not to speak disrespectfully of my mother.'`A woman whose heart does not tell her where her son's happiness and honor lie has no heart.'`I repeat my request that you will not speak disrespectfully of my mother, whom I respect,' he said, raising his voice and looking sternly at her.She did not answer. Looking intently at him, at his face, his hands, she recalled all the details of their reconciliation the previous day, and his passionate caresses. `There, just such caresses he has lavished, and will lavish, and longs to lavish on other women!' she thought.`You don't love your mother. That's all talk, and talk, and talk!' she said, looking at him with hatred in her eyes.`Even if so, you must...'`Must decide, and I have decided,' she said, and she would have gone away, but at that moment Iashvin walked into the room. Anna greeted him and remained.Why, when there was a tempest in her soul, and she felt she was standing at a turning point in her life, which might have fearful consequences - why, at that minute, she had to keep up appearances before an outsider, who sooner or later must know it all - she did not know. But at once quelling the storm within her, she sat down and began talking to their guest.`Well, how are you getting on? Has your debt been paid you?' she asked Iashvin.`Oh, I fancy I shan't get it all, while I ought to go on Wednesday. And when are you off?' said Iashvin, looking at Vronsky, and unmistakably surmising a quarrel.`The day after tomorrow, I think,' said Vronsky.`You've been intending to go so long, though.'`But now it's quite decided,' said Anna, looking Vronsky straight in the face with a look which told him not to dream of the possibility of reconciliation.`Don't you feel sorry for that unlucky Pievtsov?' she went on, talking to Iashvin.`I've never asked myself the question, Anna Arkadyevna, whether I'm sorry for him or not. You see, all my fortune's here' - he touched his breast pocket - `and just now I'm a wealthy man. But today I'm going to the club, and I may come out a beggar. You see, whoever sits down to play with me wants to leave me without a shirt to my back, and I wish the same to him. And so we fight it out, and that's the pleasure of it.'`Well, but suppose you were married,' said Anna, `how would it be for your wife?'Iashvin laughed.`That's to all appearance why I'm not married, and never mean to be.'`And Helsingfors?' said Vronsky, entering into the conversation and glancing at Anna's smiling face. Meeting his eyes, Anna's face instantly took a coldly severe expression as though she were saying to him: `It's not forgotten. It's all the same.'`Were you really in love?' she said to Iashvin.`Oh heavens! Ever so many times! But, you see, some men can play, but only so that they can always lay down their cards when the hour of a rendez-vous comes, while I can take up love, but only so as not to be late for my cards in the evening. That's how I manage things.'`No, I didn't mean that, but the real thing.' She would have said Helsingfors, but would not repeat the word used by Vronsky.Voitov, who was buying the horse, came in. Anna got up and went out of the room.Before leaving the house, Vronsky went into her room. She would have pretended to be looking for something on the table, but ashamed of making a pretense, she looked straight in his face with cold eyes.`What do you want?' she asked in French.`To get the guarantee for Gambetta - I've sold him,' he said, in a tone which said more clearly than words, `I've no time for discussing things, and it would lead to nothing.'`I'm not to blame in any way,' he thought. `If she will punish herself, tant pis pour elle.' But as he was going he fancied that she said something, and his heart suddenly ached with pity for her.`Eh, Anna?' he queried.`I said nothing,' she answered just as coldly and calmly.`Oh, nothing, tant pis then,' he thought, feeling cold again, and he turned and went out. As he was going out he caught a glimpse in the looking glass of her face, white, with quivering lips. He even wanted to stop and to say some comforting word to her, but his legs carried him out of the room before he could think what to say. The whole of that day he spent away from home, and when he came in late in the evening the maid told him that Anna Arkadyevna had a headache and begged him not to go in to her.
`Yes, there must be something disgusting, repulsive about me,' reflected Levin, as he left the Shcherbatsky's, and set out on foot for his brother's lodgings. `And I don't get on with other people. Pride, they say. No, I haven't even pride. If I had any pride, I should not have put myself in such a position.' And he pictured to himself Vronsky, happy, good-natured, clever and calm - certainly never placed in the awful position in which he had been that evening. `Yes, she was bound to choose him. It must be so, and I cannot complain of anyone or anything. I am myself to blame. What right had I to imagine she would care to join her life to mine? Who am I, and what am I? A nobody, not wanted by anyone, nor of use to anybody.' And he recalled his brother Nikolai, and dwelt with pleasure on the thought of him. `Isn't he right in saying that everything in the world is bad and vile? And are we fair in our judgment, present and past, of brother Nikolai? Of course, from the point of view of Procophii, seeing him in a torn cloak and tipsy, he's a despicable person. But I know him differently. I know his soul, and know that we are alike. And I, instead of going to seek him out, went out to dinner, and then came here.' Levin walked up to a lamppost, read his brother's address, which was in his pocketbook, and called a cabby. All the long way to his brother's Levin vividly recalled all the facts, familiar to him, of his brother Nikolai's life. He remembered how his brother, while at the university, and for a year afterward, had, in spite of the jeers of his companions, lived like a monk, strictly observing all religious rites, services and fasts, and avoiding every sort of pleasure - especially women. And now, afterward, he had all at once broken out: had associated with the most horrible people, and rushed into the most senseless debauchery. He remembered later the scandal over a boy, whom he had taken from the country to bring up, and, in a fit of rage, had so violently beaten that proceedings were brought against him for personal injury. Then he remembered the scandal with a sharper, to whom he had lost money, and given a promissory note, and against whom he had himself lodged a complaint, asserting that he had cheated him. (This was the money Sergei Ivanovich had paid.) Then he remembered how he had spent a night in a police station for disorderly conduct in the street. He remembered the shameful proceedings he had instituted against his brother Sergei Ivanovich, accusing him of not having paid him, apparently, his share of his mother' and the last scandal, when he had gone to a Western province in an official capacity, and there had got into trouble for assaulting a village elder.... It was all horribly vile, yet to Levin it appeared not at all as vile as it inevitably would to those who did not know Nikolai, did not know all his story, did not know his heart.Levin remembered that when Nikolai had been in the devout stage, the period of fasts and monks and church services, when he was seeking in religion a support and a curb for his passionate temperament, everyone, far from encouraging him, had jeered at him - and Levin had, too, with the others. They had teased him, calling him Noah and M yet, when he had broken out, no one had helped him, but had all turned away from him, with horror and loathing.Levin felt that brother Nikolai, in spite of all the ugliness of his life, in his soul, in the very depths of his soul, was no more in the wrong than the people who despised him. He was not to blame for having been born with his unbridled character and some pressure upon his intellect. For he had always wanted to be good. `I will tell him everything, without reserve, and I will make him speak without reserve, too, and I'll show him that I love him, and therefore understand him,' Levin resolved to himself, as, toward eleven o'clock, he reached the hotel of which he had the address.`At the top, twelve and thirteen,' the porter answered Levin's inquiry.`At home?'`Probably he is at home.'The door of No. 12 was half open, and, together with a streak of light, there issued thick fumes of cheap, poor tobacco, and the sound of a voice, unknown to L but he knew at once that his brother was there: he recognized his cough.As he went in at the door, the unknown voice was saying:`It all depends with how much judgment and knowledge the thing's done.'Konstantin Levin looked in at the door, and saw that the speaker was a young man with an immense shock of hair, wearing a Russian coat, and that a pock-marked young woman in a woollen gown, without collar or cuffs, was sitting on the sofa. His brother was not to be seen. Konstantin felt a sharp pang at his heart at the thought of the strange company in which his brother spent his life. No one had heard him, and Konstantin, taking off his galoshes, listened to what the gentleman in the Russian coat was saying. He was speaking of some enterprise.`Well, the devil flay them, these privileged classes,' his brother's voice responded, with a cough. `Masha! get us some supper, and serve up some wine, if there' or else send for some.'The woman rose, came out from behind the partition, and saw Konstantin.`There's some gentleman here, Nikolai Dmitrievich,' she said.`Whom do you want?' said the voice of Nikolai Levin, angrily.`It's I,' answered Konstantin Levin, coming forward into the light.`Who's I?' Nikolai's voice said again, still more angrily. He could be heard getting up hurriedly, stumbling against something, and Levin saw, facing him in the doorway, the big scared eyes, and the huge, gaunt, stooping figure of his brother, so familiar, and yet astonishing in its oddity and sickliness.He was even thinner than three years before, when Konstantin Levin had seen him last. He was wearing a short coat, and his hands and big bones seemed huger than ever. His hair had grown thinner, the same straight mustache hid his lips, the same eyes gazed strangely and naively at his visitor.`Ah, Kostia!' he exclaimed suddenly, recognizing his brother, and his eyes lighted up with joy. But the same second he looked round at the young man, and gave the nervous jerk of his head and neck that Konstantin knew so well, as if his cra and a quite different expression - wild, suffering and cruel - rested on his emaciated face.`I wrote to you and Sergei Ivanovich both that I don't know you, and don't want to know you. What is it you want?'He was not at all the same as Konstantin had been fancying him. The worst and most oppressive part of his character, which made all relations with him so difficult, had been forgotten by Konstantin Levin wh and now, when he saw his face, and especially that nervous twitching of his head, he remembered it all.`I didn't want to see you for anything,' he answered timidly. `I've simply come to see you.'His brother's timidity obviously softened Nikolai. His lips twitched.`Oh, so that's it?' he said. `Well, sit down. Like some supper? Masha, bring supper for three. No, stop a minute. Do you know who this is?' he said, addressing his brother, and indicating the gentleman in the Russian coat: `This is Mr. Kritsky, a friend of my Kiev days - a very remarkable man. He's persecuted by the police, of course, since he's not a scoundrel.'And he surveyed, as it was a habit of his, everyone in the room. Seeing that the woman standing in the doorway was starting to go, he shouted to her. `Wait a minute, I said.' And with that inability to express himself, the incoherence that Konstantin knew so well, he began, with another look round at everyone, to tell Kritsky's story to his brother: how he had been expelled from the university for starting a benevolent society for the poor students, and classes on Sunday, and how he had afterward been a teacher in a rural school, and had been driven out of that, and had afterward been on trial for something or other.`You're of the Kiev University?' said Konstantin Levin to Kritsky, to break the awkward silence that followed.`Yes - I was in Kiev,' Kritsky replied angrily, his face darkening.`And this woman,' Nikolai Levin interrupted him, pointing to her, `is my lifemate, Marya Nikolaevna. I took her out of a dive, and he jerked his neck as he said it. `But I love her and respect her, and anyone who wants to know me,' he added, raising his voice and knitting his brows, `is requested to love her and respect her. She's precisely the same as a wife to me - precisely. So now you know whom you've got to do with. And if you think you're lowering yourself - well, there's the door, and God speed thee!'And again his eyes traveled inquiringly over all of them.`But how will I lower myself? I don't understand.'`Then, Masha, tell
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