Dasha, one of my closest friends, is experiencing quite a hard period of her life right now.
trying to be there for her, but actually being thousands of miles away, i post one of my most favourite short stories, the one that always help me in such times Continue reading
i absolutely can’t fall asleep tonight, so there is some letters arranged into words arranged into sentences arranged in a lame confession. i want to hope they won’t screw up your opinion of me Continue reading
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
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Almost everyone finds it vital to be successful, as our success reflects the level of recognition, acceptance, and trust we get from people around us, and sometimes even not less vital to look successful, claiming that a good look is a key to future success. Then, the substantial question occurs to us: how to make it the same to look and to be successful and what does a successful look include? To answer it, the first thing you should do is obviously to go to the mirror and decide whether you like the man you see there. And then, do you think the people around you like that man? Yes, the people’s opinion plays a really important role in our success, as they usually look at us for the first time with a great privilege of willing to decide whether to allow us to succeed in the society of theirs or not, and so, to gain your goals you must make your partners like and respect you from the very beginning. Continue reading
i’m doing fine, thank you. if you care, you haven’t heard that much about my life recently because i don’t quite think i’m in the right mood (or moon, i don’t know) now to just sit down and write something worthwhile. sorry. but i’m working on some new stuff like an interview with Hanka, the lead vocalist of Jarret, a local band, and a collection of Czech lives, including many interesting and fascinating stories such as Thom‘s one, for example. and there’s even more waiting for you, i suppose. Continue reading
we Russian fieldmice are about to create some kind of a present to the one and the only mr. Fielding by publishing a book or something that will be filled with all the hubba-bubba nightmares from our heads that Noel Fielding would be proud of. that’s the best i’ve come up with so far: Continue reading
I first saw her about two weeks ago. Hanka was on a gig at some local event with one of the bands she’s in, and I was on my way home from Tesco’s, as I was terribly ill, but had to buy some stuff for me and my roommate, who was even more ill. And yet, it occurred utterly impossible for me not to stay and watch Jarret perform weaving their indie-folk-rock-blues magic. More impossible it was not to walk up to them after the final song and ask for an interview. Continue reading
Toska – noun /ˈtō-skə/ – Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.
No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.
yes, that’s exactly what my native language needs to be remembered for. that’s why we are all proud of our language, country, political state and everything. that’s why all Russians are so patriotic. definitely.
vodka, balalaika, bears and communism. and lots of toska.
John and Sean Lennon celebrate their birthday. October, 9, 1980.
To celebrate the 40th birthday of her husband John Lennon, and the fifth of her son Sean, Yoko Ono hired an aircraft pilot to skywrite a message in the sky above the Dakota. Continue reading