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New interface of Google keyword planner API

For more than a year, Google has been switching AdWords accounts to a new interface. Many experts and developers themselves argue that the updated version is intuitively clear and convenient, if you understand it. We will try to help you with this. It is also possible to use Google search volume api and to get the keywords data.

In this article, you will find a step-by-step guide to setting up an ad campaign for search in the new Google AdWords interface.

Step 1: Choose campaign settings Step 2: Set up ad groups Step 3: Create ads Step 4: Add negative keywords Step 5: Add Extensions

Step 1: Choose campaign settings Go to the tab "Campaigns" and click on the round blue badge with a plus, in the opened menu select "New campaign". AdWords offers several types of campaigns, choose "Search Network." Then you can specify one of three available campaign goals: 1)  Sales. It is aimed at increasing conversions and establishing communication with users who have almost made a decision about ordering or buying.  2) Potential clients. It encourages users to subscribe to newsletters, leave contact information so that the advertiser can constantly warm up their interest in their offer. 3)  Website traffic. It encourages potential customers to switch to the advertised website. When choosing a goal, the advertising system will recommend certain settings to achieve a better result. The campaign can be launched without a goal by clicking on "Create a campaign without specifying a goal". In this case, Google will ask you to select the results that you want to achieve. You can continue without noticing anything. Name Give the campaign a name that would make it possible to distinguish it from others. The universal formula is to specify the product name, campaign type (search or network), and the region to which it targets. Networks Placements are defined in this block. You can add a search network - the resources that Google uses in your internal search on the site. To do this, click the checkbox next to "Google Search Partners." In Russia, Google does not have many partners, so connecting this option has almost no effect on the impressions. In the "Add Display Network" item, click "No". If you need advertising on the GDN, it's best to create a separate campaign.

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На страницах сайта элитные запчасти, например здесь сможете топливный фильтр дизель купить

Мы продаем добротную автопродукцию для иномарок и отечественных авто: для этой цели в ассортименте имеется более 50 000 товаров. Нам доверяют владельцы фирм с личным автомобильным парком, автосервисов, станций технического обслуживания, автомобилей, автомагазинов, а также отделения официальных дилеров автофирм различных марок автомобилей. На страницах нашего сайта лучшие запасные части, например тут сможете топливный фильтр дизель купить.

Рассчитаться за заказ сможете при при��ятии или перечислив сумму денег на счет в банке. Для выполнения закупки достаточно указать наименование изделия и данные для доставки. Специалисты проконсультируют вас по любому товару и помогут правильно выбрать средство для вашего автомобиля с учетом всех пожеланий.

В новейших автомобилях пружинные конструкции и рессоры предусмотрены только для удерживании веса всей системы. Прочую работу по стабилизации выполняют конкретно амортизационные детали. Сегодня выделяют 2 особенно распространенных вида амортизаторов: газонаполненные и гидравлические. В одном присутствует сжимаемая газом текучая субстанция, а с следующем баланс обеспечивается только с помощью перемещений жидкого наполнителя.

Во время работы с крупными оптовыми покупателями существует гибкая система бонусов в зависимости от размеров закупок в течении месяца. При обращении в интернет-магазин менеджеры фирмы подготовят вам предложение по изделиям, которые для вас наиболее выгодны. Процедура регистрации в нашем интернет-магазине даст Вам вариант делать заказ своими силами и проверять процесс обработки.

Мы предлагаем автопокрышки, какие будут устойчивы на дороге в любую погоду, будь то грязь, наледь или летняя жара. Мы выполняем выбор автомобильных покрышек по модели транспортного средства, по марке авто. В магазине-онлайн вы сможете приобрести комплект покрышек для грузовиков, внедорожников, легковушек и микроавтобусов с уникальным рисунком протектора, какой обеспечит надежное сцепление с произвольным видом дорожного покрытия: асфальт, щебенка, бетон, песок.

В продаже есть зимние комплексы с прочной ошипованной покрышкой и для летнего сезона модели. В наличии существуют универсальные автошины, какие изготовлены с условием погодных свойств Украины. Мы осуществляем перевозку шин по Киеву и в прочие области страны. Кроме покрышек для легковых машин, в нашей фирме можно приобрести проверенные автопокрышки для грузовиков в Украине.

В представленном интернет-магазине предложено несколько возможностей подбора нужных запчастей:

по названию

по реестрам и VIN-номеру

по индексу детали

В случае, если по вашему параметру отыщутся детали многих фирм производителей, то необходимо выбрать интересующего. Онлайн-система произведет подбор и отразит все найденные возможности поставки предпочтенного номера, его прототипов и подмен.

Наличие в автомобиле продуктивно функционирующего воздушного автомобильного фильтра имеет первостепенное значение для долговременной эксплуатации мотора. Результативная подсистема очистки воздуха в моторе средства передвижения – незаменимый элемент, который позволит значительно увеличить срок использования движка. Своевременное техобслуживание и очистка фильтрующего элемента, замена на новый, предупредит дорогой капремонт автомобиля.

Именно благодаря наличию шарнирного приспособления машина осуществляет непростые маневры. При помощи шаровой опоры автомобиля ступица ведет согласование с подвеской. У нас в магазине-интернет показан широкий ассортимент продукции, который очень положительно воспримут наиболее взыскательные покупатели. Существование шарнира создает езду комфортной и надежной. Наша фирма реализует шарниры на авто всевозможных марок и годов изготовления.

Современные авто не так требовательны к замене масла. В основном, материал меняют по завершении 8-10 тыс наката. Однако необходимо учитывать, в каких условиях эксплуатировался авто. В случае, если вы ездите исключительно на дальние дистанции, масло допускается менять и пореже, а вот непрерывные поездки в пределах города ведут к наиболее быстрому изнашиванию смазки.

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SEO services selling tips

Have you ever thought about selling SEO services? Are you an SEO expert who is willing to create a name for yourself and make more profit? Or maybe you’d like to have your own SEO agency, but you haven’t got enough money yet?

Have you ever heard about an opportunity to become more than just an SEO freelancer or digital marketer. In just a couple of simple clicks, you can create your own SEO Agency using software of another developers.

It can be achieved with white-label feature which allows you to present SEO services to your clients under your own name. Your brand name will be seen everywhere within the platform:

In reports which you can provide to your clients and show them the dynamics of changes by specific parameters such as keywords, rankings, etc.

In the SEO agency platform itself, so the clients will never guess that we are your upstream provider.

When your clients log out of the system. Yes, you’ve got it right, you can set redirects to your own landing page and point our platform to your domain name. Also, you can set up an email-server and respond to your clients directly.

Frankly speaking, we haven’t seen such a great opportunity for digital marketers, freelancers and decision-makers to promote their own brand. Amazing white-label feature helps you create an entire SEO agency in a jiffy and fully control it, except for the updates and platform maintenance which another persons do for you!

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The Death Of A Government Clerk

In this story, Chekhov takes a critical poke at the overtly hierarchical order of Russian society, where "lowly" workers and clerks often endured humiliating and ingratiating discomforts to please "superiors."

This story is also known under the alternate title The Death of a Civil Servant.

ONE fine evening, a no less fine government clerk called Ivan Dmitritch Tchervyakov was sitting in the second row of the stalls, gazing through an opera glass at the Cloches de Corneville. He gazed and felt at the acme of bliss. But suddenly. . . . In stories one so often meets with this "But suddenly." The authors are right: life is so full of surprises! But suddenly his face puckered up, his eyes disappeared, his breathing was arrested . . . he took the opera glass from his eyes, bent over and . . . "Aptchee!!" he sneezed as you perceive. It is not reprehensible for anyone to sneeze anywhere. Peasants sneeze and so do police superintendents, and sometimes even privy councillors. All men sneeze. Tchervyakov was not in the least confused, he wiped his face with his handkerchief, and like a polite man, looked round to see whether he had disturbed any one by his sneezing. But then he was overcome with confusion. He saw that an old gentleman sitting in front of him in the first row of the stalls was carefully wiping his bald head and his neck with his glove and muttering something to himself. In the old gentleman, Tchervyakov recognised Brizzhalov, a civilian general serving in the Department of Transport.

"I have spattered him," thought Tchervyakov, "he is not the head of my department, but still it is awkward. I must apologise."

Tchervyakov gave a cough, bent his whole person forward, and whispered in the general's ear.

"Pardon, your Excellency, I spattered you accidentally. . . ."

"Never mind, never mind."

"For goodness sake excuse me, I . . . I did not mean to."

"Oh, please, sit down! let me listen!"

Tchervyakov was embarrassed, he smiled stupidly and fell to gazing at the stage. He gazed at it but was no longer feeling bliss. He began to be troubled by uneasiness. In the interval, he went up to Brizzhalov, walked beside him, and overcoming his shyness, muttered:

"I spattered you, your Excellency, forgive me . . . you see . . . I didn't do it to . . . ."

"Oh, that's enough . . . I'd forgotten it, and you keep on about it!" said the general, moving his lower lip impatiently.

"He has forgotten, but there is a fiendish light in his eye," thought Tchervyakov, looking suspiciously at the general. "And he doesn't want to talk. I ought to explain to him . . . that I really didn't intend . . . that it is the law of nature or else he will think I meant to spit on him. He doesn't think so now, but he will think so later!"

On getting home, Tchervyakov told his wife of his breach of good manners. It struck him that his wife took too frivolous a view of the incident; she was a little frightened, but when she learned that Brizzhalov was in a different department, she was reassured.

"Still, you had better go and apologise," she said, "or he will think you don't know how to behave in public."

"That's just it! I did apologise, but he took it somehow queerly . . . he didn't say a word of sense. There wasn't time to talk properly."

Next day Tchervyakov put on a new uniform, had his hair cut and went to Brizzhalov's to explain; going into the general's reception room he saw there a number of petitioners and among them the general himself, who was beginning to interview them. After questioning several petitioners the general raised his eyes and looked at Tchervyakov.

"Yesterday at the Arcadia, if you recollect, your Excellency," the latter began, "I sneezed and . . . accidentally spattered . . . Exc. . . ."

"What nonsense. . . . It's beyond anything! What can I do for you," said the general addressing the next petitioner.

"He won't speak," thought Tchervyakov, turning pale; "that means that he is angry. . . . No, it can't be left like this. . . . I will explain to him."

When the general had finished his conversation with the last of the petitioners and was turning towards his inner apartments, Tchervyakov took a step towards him and muttered:

"Your Excellency! If I venture to trouble your Excellency, it is simply from a feeling I may say of regret! . . . It was not intentional if you will graciously believe me."

The general made a lachrymose face, and waved his hand.

"Why, you are simply making fun of me, sir," he said as he closed the door behind him.

"Where's the making fun in it?" thought Tchervyakov, "there is nothing of the sort! He is a general, but he can't understand. If that is how it is I am not going to apologise to that fanfaron any more! The devil take him. I'll write a letter to him, but I won't go. By Jove, I won't."

So thought Tchervyakov as he walked home; he did not write a letter to the general, he pondered and pondered and could not make up that letter. He had to go next day to explain in person.

"I ventured to disturb your Excellency yesterday," he muttered, when the general lifted enquiring eyes upon him, "not to make fun as you were pleased to say. I was apologising for having spattered you in sneezing. . . . And I did not dream of making fun of you. Should I dare to make fun of you, if we should take to making fun, then there would be no respect for persons, there would be. . . ."

"Be off!" yelled the general, turning suddenly purple, and shaking all over.

"What?" asked Tchervyakov, in a whisper turning numb with horror.

"Be off!" repeated the general, stamping.

Something seemed to give way in Tchervyakov's stomach. Seeing nothing and hearing nothing he reeled to the door, went out into the street, and went staggering along. . . . Reaching home mechanically, without taking off his uniform, he lay down on the sofa and died.

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The Man in the Brown Coat

 Napoleon went down into a battle riding on a horse.           Alexander went down into a battle riding on a horse.           General Grant got off a horse and walked in a wood.           General Hindenburg stood on a hill.           The moon came up out of a clump of bushes.

I am writing a history of the things men do. I have written three such histories and I am but a young man. Already I have written three hundred, four hundred thousand words.

My wife is somewhere in this house where for hours now I have been sitting and writing. She is a tall woman with black hair, turning a little grey. Listen, she is going softly up a flight of stairs. All day she goes softly about, doing the housework in our house.

I came here to this town from another town in the state of Iowa. My father was a workman, a house painter. He did not rise in the world as I have done. I worked my way through college and became an historian. We own this house in which I sit. This is my room in which I work. Already I have written three histories of peoples. I have told how states were formed and battles fought. You may see my books standing straight up on the shelves of libraries. They stand up like sentries.

I am tall like my wife and my shoulders are a little stooped. Although I write boldly I am a shy man. I like being at work alone in this room with the door closed. There are many books here. Nations march back and forth in the books. It is quiet here but in the books a great thundering goes on.

          Napoleon rides down a hill and into a battle.           General Grant walks in a wood.           Alexander rides down a hill and into a battle.

My wife has a serious, almost stern look. Sometimes the thoughts I have concerning her frighten me. In the afternoon she leaves our house and goes for a walk. Sometimes she goes to stores, sometimes to visit a neighbor. There is a yellow house opposite our house. My wife goes out at a side door and passes along the street between our house and the yellow house.

The side door of our house bangs. There is a moment of waiting. My wife's face floats across the yellow background of a picture.

          General Pershing rode down a hill and into a battle.           Alexander rode down a hill and into a battle.

Little things are growing big in my mind. The window before my desk makes a little framed place like a picture. Every day I sit staring. I wait with an odd sensation of something impending. My hand trembles. The face that floats through the picture does something I don't understand. The face floats, then it stops. It goes from the right hand side to the left hand side, then it stops.

The face comes into my mind and goes out--the face floats in my mind. The pen has fallen from my fingers. The house is silent. The eyes of the floating face are turned away from me.

My wife is a girl who came here to this town from another town in the state of Ohio. We keep a servant but my wife often sweeps the floors and she sometimes makes the bed in which we sleep together. We sit together in the evening but I do not know her. I cannot shake myself out of myself. I wear a brown coat and I cannot come out of my coat. I cannot come out of myself. My wife is very gentle and she speaks softly but she cannot come out of herself.

My wife has gone out of the house. She does not know that I know every little thought of her life. I know what she thought when she was a child and walked in the streets of an Ohio town. I have heard the voices of her mind. I have heard the little voices. I heard the voice of fear crying when she was first overtaken with passion and crawled into my arms. Again I heard the voices of fear when her lips said words of courage to me as we sat together on the first evening after we were married and moved into this house.

It would be strange if I could sit here, as I am doing now, while my own face floated across the picture made by the yellow house and the window. It would be strange and beautiful if I could meet my wife, come into her presence.

The woman whose face floated across my picture just now knows nothing of me. I know nothing of her. She has gone off, along a street. The voices of her mind are talking. I am here in this room, as alone as ever any man God made.

It would be strange and beautiful if I could float my face across my picture. If my floating face could come into her presence, if it could come into the presence of any man or any woman--that would be a strange and beautiful thing to have happen.

          Napoleon went down into a battle riding on a horse.           General Grant went into a wood.           Alexander went down into a battle riding on a horse.

I'll tell you what--sometimes the whole life of this world floats in a human face in my mind. The unconscious face of the world stops and stands still before me.

Why do I not say a word out of myself to the others? Why, in all our life together, have I never been able to break through the wall to my wife?

Already I have written three hundred, four hundred thousand words. Are there no words that lead into life? Some day I shall speak to myself. Some day I shall make a testament unto myself.

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Hermann The Irascible

The Story of the Great Weep

It was in the second decade of the Twentieth Century, after the Great Plague had devastated England, that Hermann the Irascible, nicknamed also the Wise, sat on the British throne. The Mortal Sickness had swept away the entire Royal Family, unto the third and fourth generations, and thus it came to pass that Hermann the Fourteenth of Saxe-Drachsen-Wachtelstein, who had stood thirtieth in the order of succession, found himself one day ruler of the British dominions within and beyond the seas. He was one of the unexpected things that happen in politics, and he happened with great thoroughness. In many ways he was the most progressive monarch who had sat on an important throne; before people knew where they were, they were somewhere else. Even his Ministers, progressive though they were by tradition, found it difficult to keep pace with his legislative suggestions.

"As a matter of fact," admitted the Prime Minister, "we are hampered by these votes-for-women creatures; they disturb our meetings throughout the country, and they try to turn Downing Street into a sort of political picnic-ground."

"They must be dealt with" said Hermann.

"Dealt with," said the Prime Minister; "exactly, just so; but how?"

"I will draft you a Bill," said the King, sitting down at his type-writing machine, "enacting that women shall vote at all future elections. Shall vote, you observe; or, to put it plainer, must. Voting will remain optional, as before, for male electors; but every woman between the ages of twenty-one and seventy will be obliged to vote, not only at elections for Parliament, county councils, district boards, parish-councils, and municipalities, but for coroners, school inspectors, churchwardens, curators of museums, sanitary authorities, police-court interpreters, swimming-bath instructors, contractors, choir-masters, market superintendents, art-school teachers, cathedral vergers, and other local functionaries whose names I will add as they occur to me. All these offices will become elective, and failure to vote at any election falling within her area of residence will involve the female elector in a penalty of 10 pounds. Absence, unsupported by an adequate medical certificate, will not be accepted as an excuse. Pass this Bill through the two Houses of Parliament and bring it to me for signature the day after tomorrow."

From the very outset the Compulsory Female Franchise produced little or no elation even in circles which had been loudest in demanding the vote. The bulk of the women of the country had been indifferent or hostile to the franchise agitation, and the most fanatical Suffragettes began to wonder what they had found so attractive in the prospect of putting ballot-papers into a box. In the country districts the task of carrying out the provisions of the new Act was irksome enough; in the towns and cities it became an incubus. There seemed no end to the elections. Laundresses and seamstresses had to hurry away from their work to vote, often for a candidate whose name they hadn't heard before, and whom they selected at haphazard; female clerks and waitresses got up extra early to get their voting done before starting off to their places of business. Society women found their arrangements impeded and upset by the continual necessity for attending the polling stations, and week-end parties and summer holidays became gradually a masculine luxury. As for Cairo and the Riviera, they were possible only for genuine invalids or people of enormous wealth, for the accumulation of 10 pound fines during a prolonged absence was a contingency that even ordinarily wealthy folk could hardly afford to risk.

It was not wonderful that the female disfranchisement agitation became a formidable movement. The No-Votes-for-Women League numbered its feminine adherents by the million; its colours, citron and old Dutch-madder, were flaunted everywhere, and its battle hymn, "We Don't Want to Vote," became a popular refrain. As the Government showed no signs of being impressed by peaceful persuasion, more violent methods came into vogue. Meetings were disturbed, Ministers were mobbed, policemen were bitten, and ordinary prison fare rejected, and on the eve of the anniversary of Trafalgar women bound themselves in tiers up the entire length of the Nelson column so that its customary floral decoration had to be abandoned. Still the Government obstinately adhered to its conviction that women ought to have the vote.

Then, as a last resort, some woman wit hit upon an expedient which it was strange that no one had thought of before. The Great Weep was organized. Relays of women, ten thousand at a time, wept continuously in the public places of the Metropolis. They wept in railway stations, in tubes and omnibuses, in the National Gallery, at the Army and Navy Stores, in St. James's Park, at ballad concerts, at Prince's and in the Burlington Arcade. The hitherto unbroken success of the brilliant farcical comedy "Henry's Rabbit" was imperilled by the presence of drearily weeping women in stalls and circle and gallery, and one of the brightest divorce cases that had been tried for many years was robbed of much of its sparkle by the lachrymose behaviour of a section of the audience.

"What are we to do?" asked the Prime Minister, whose cook had wept into all the breakfast dishes and whose nursemaid had gone out, crying quietly and miserably, to take the children for a walk in the Park.

"There is a time for everything," said the King; "there is a time to yield. Pass a measure through the two Houses depriving women of the right to vote, and bring it to me for the Royal assent the day after tomorrow."

As the Minister withdrew, Hermann the Irascible, who was also nicknamed the Wise, gave a profound chuckle.

"There are more ways of killing a cat than by choking it with cream," he quoted, "but I'm not sure," he added "that it's not the best way."