/veryunimportant/ thank you wonderful creatures

this will make zero sense to most of the humanity, but I’m just endlessly thankful to the unicorns that said that today

There are people who want to open that door. Walk into the room, look at the wallpapers. Discuss the pictures on the walls and the artists that made them and histories that these picture have. Make the room better, cook some popcorn there and watch a movie. Move into the room and be happy because they have the room. And we are those people. And we are here right now, on the doorstep, ready to knock.

Week 2 & Week 4 combined: Gymnázium nad Alejí, Prague

This whole spring is just bursting with examinations. I have finished (and, more importantly, passed) my Czech B1 exams on April, 1, I’m writing Czech B2 exams in May, and right now I’ve got admission exams, which are, well, basically the most important exams in the last few years of my life. Depending on the results, I will either get into a really cool and awesome Prague-based school with a high level of English and study there for totally free and be among Czechs and will finally get out of the environment I hate so much, or make my family spend large sums of money on me – again – and get into a private school for Russian students whose parents don’t have enough money or intelligence to provide their child with a better education (Czech Republic is rather far from being the best-educated country, let’s be fair), and feeling guilty for my family wasting everything they’ve got on me and giving me much more moral and financial support than I deserve. Continue reading

Russian month delayed until further notice (and several events of my life in the last few weeks)

Ladies and gentlemen (and those finding it difficult to decide)

It aches me to inform you that, as you may have discovered from the title, ‘Russian month is now delayed until further notice’. I am just cosmically sorry about this fact. It’s mainly my fault – one shouldn’t promise the few people paying attention to the things one does to produce a mature (or, at least, a more or less interesting) piece of information every two days and then breaking the promise in a very impolite way. But I hope to get away with it by blaming you lot as well, because one having enough courage to promise the few people paying attention to the things one does producing a mature (or, at least, a more or less interesting) piece of information every two days definitely hopes the aforementioned few to respond in any way. Continue reading

inner monologue about infinity, genius and stuff

hello everyone (not sure if there’s ever going to be anybody except me, but still). it’s me again

recently i’ve had an opportunity to spend some extra time with my classmates. more of a waste of time than of a spend, i’m afraid. quite a doubtful pleasure. you know, i just realise I’m a different one. a more geeky one. more intelligent, maybe. a one who’d replace dull bitching about hair, relationships, america, farts and getting shit-faced with something slightly more intellectual, british, and elegant. like today’s underground west end theatre bakery play about the earlier days of Stephen Fry or something.

i’m not sure whether differing is a bad thing to do. i mean, all the greatest ones did differ, didn’t they? and so do i. feeling weird and awkward, out of the crowd is ok for geniuses. Lennon didn’t feel like a normal human being, right? and neither did Nietzsche (he surely felt more like an Übermensch), Mortenson (or Baker, whatever you like more), Feld, Dodgson, Joplin and everyone else who’s ever done anything worth attention. that’s just because we gifted chaps see the world in different colours, from a different angle, as we are apparently too cool for ordinary vision.

now that i’m done with the different, it’s time for the difficult. the difficult is to find out what the heck to do. it’s always a problem. yesterday i a kind of took part in something, don’t really know how it’s called, but the thing is that they take your fingerprints, analyse them and then tell almost everything about you. whether you have potential to get a disease in a particular area, or what sport you’d be good at, or whether you’re good at anything and, if yes, what’s that you’re good at. turns out, i’m good at everything. social sciences, arts, science, technics, linguistics… everything (and i also can be an exellent goalkeeper). so the test didn’t really help with choosing future career. and it’s hugely important to make the right choice to achieve something, to stay in humanity’s memory for at least hundred decades, isn’t it?

but i don’t know, actually.

maybe i just need to wait and see what happens next.


good luck everyone.


p.s. i assume this little jew Feld didn’t feel like a normal human being because he was the most perfect child of Rarn ever, did he?