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This is a copy of a post I wrote yesterday. Damn Li.ru has not saved it.
I wonder why Google translator don't know the word "Unexpectable". I just wanted to check if I wrote it correctly or not.
I have enough strengh only to write a short note about the film I've just watched. I'm dead tired, only Bowie in my playlist keeps me awake. Oh, God, my head, it's feeling like it is going to blow up T_T But i can't leave it for tomorrow because I'm afraid I will forget everything. I'm not even sure that I remember it all now. Well, I'll try. So...
The Satisfaction.
First of all this is my first time I've seen a serious work of Yevgeni Grishkovetz, and, you know, I loved it. I love such films where the the action is not the most important thing, seeing how people open their souls can be much more interesting. I don't really think that Alexander wanted exactly the satisfaction of his honor, he just needed to figure out why is this all happening to him. Hope he did.
Two men getting drunk and trying to understand themselves. Isn't is exciting?
I wonder why Google translator don't know the word "Unexpectable"? I just wanted to check if I wrote it correctly or not.
I have enough strengh only for a little note about the film I've just seen. I'm dead tired (only David Bowie keeps me awake) but I'm afraid that if I go to sleep now I'll forget everything. I'm not even sure that I remember it all now.
Ok, I'll try.
Satisfaction.
I've seen it by accident, it just was on TV. Well, I liked it. Actually, it's very strange decision - to make a film instead of perfomance. I reckon that it takes more dynamics to be a film. But it doesn't mean that I count that film boring, no, I watched it in one breath. I'm always was interested about how other people see the world, their life, people around them and other stuff. Especially when they are men, they are drunk, and their intimate conversation is kind of satisfaction.
Btw, did you noticed, Wallander? This song "The life on Mars" - it's all about us?
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Oh, I would like to get such a kissogram. Who wouldn't, i wonder :D
And a very cute dialog:
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Watson loves the Doctor Who, i knew it! :D
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Daniel F. Gerhartz "The dawn of hope"
Sometimes it seems to me that all my life devided in two parts: with Alex and without. And now it's like I returned back to my previous life without him, it's like i've done step back, lost something very important. But thanks God I've learnt my lesson. If will learn how to be alone, I will be able to love with true love. And - "Don't be afraid a life will end, be afraid it will never begin". Don't throw away close people anymore. Don't escape from the future. Admit it. Face it.
Thank you for the end of a long wait, for a nice fandom stuff, for the secrets of the city, for a new experience, for the strength to admit my mistakes, for "never more", for long conversations about everything, again and again for understanding without words (How does it happens? Really, i wonder, how? I haven't even finished my phrase, but you've already understood what i'm talking about! I just said smth like "Firstly you keep silence for a long time and trying not to notice and then you realize you don't care anymore. Remember how..." and you finished it! You easily could think about something else, my phrase wasn't clear enough to understand it, but you've done it! How?! ), for a places we've never been, for probably the only one lane in our city, for a very good acoustics in a house (while we were sitting in the street we were able to hear somebody was cutting a cabbage at their home), for the luck (we explored such deserted streets so many times, everything could happend to us, but we're still safe and sound), for the realization that everyone who we see in the remote corners of the city don't even know about the existance of a little street near to our home, for abandoned hospital (my mom told me that it used to be the third City Hospital), for the monument dedicated to mother, for the old signboards, for a very odd swing (i wouldn't dare to try it on), for funny graffiti (btw there is the same one in another place) for amazing photos of the sunsets (I have strong desire to experiment with them in PS), for funny foreign languages (Кав'ярня, Kaninhen, Papagei, Kakerlake...And what is a baby in Ukrainian again?), for being dead tired but very happy in the same time.
Oh, yes, and for Ванильный гопник. It's untranslatable, i think. Oooooh, he looked so sad and so funny at the same time, i couldn't decide whether to laugh or to cry.
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I've bought one more skirt for school and these pretty boots. Girl-shopaholic inside me is terribly happy.
Within 5-7 days my poscards will arrive and I'll be able to send poscards to USA, Netherlands, Lithuania, Slovenia and Germany. I'm afraid my postcard to New Zealand has lost :( Russian Post, goddammit, and "let the whole world wait".
Tomorrow This day is going to be great.
Уже достаточно давно я поняла, почему я так люблю говорить на другом языке. Моё вечное стремление забиться в раковинку и окружить себя стенами приводит к тому, что я буквально во всём ищу защиту. И мне кажется, что, когда я говорю на английском , я прячу слова в защитную оболочку чужого языка, создаю себе маленького клона, который говорит от моего лица, в то время как я остаюсь в тени. Но...нельзя так сегодня.
Сегодня чудесный повод снова вспомнить все связи с людьми, которые у меня есть и сравнить их между собой. Только так я хорошо понимаю, насколько удивительна моя связь с тобой, Даш. Я бы могла это сравнить только с отношениями с Алексом, только там это с детства и теперь я немножко боюсь не угодить ему и не понять его, но здесь, с тобой, это очень особенно, это такое полное и безграничное понимание друг друга, как будто мы на всё смотрим общими глазами. И это чертовски прекрасно. И это здорово, что мы играем в маленькую ролевую "Уотсон - Шерлок", которая кажется мне отличным символом нашей дружбы.
Помнишь, однажды, в конце 9ого класса мы сидели в нашем кабинете и речь зашла от том, что мы все разъедемся и забудемся? Помнишь, мы с тобой решили, что мы уж точно не забудем друг друга? Я была дико счастлива, думая о том, что мы с тобой никогда-никогда не потеряемся и всегда будем вместе.
С Днём Рождения, лучший друг :)
Why I'm always the fan of the losing team?! It's unfair. Borussia Dortmund-Hamburg - 3:1. Since that moment I hate combination of yellow and black. Arrrrrr.
It seems to me that i'll never finish that post about 3 weeks with Alex. At least 'm not going to do it in the next few weeks. Too hurts.
I've bought new pair of shoes and a long black skirt. It made me happy for a few hours. Not bad, actually, i thought, I would fly into a depression, but I hold a stiff upper lip. However, i feel that i just hide it all deep in my soul. I wonder, how many such caches with trapped pain are inside my soul?.. I will have to face them all someday. To become free from the past.
I'm really looking forward for a notebook. Dasha, would you help me to choose? ^^ I believe, you knows more about it.
I'm thinking of moving to facebook. I need english-speaker people, "i need a public" as Sherlock said. Being on li.ru is too dull.
Bloody hell! Why i can't get these fucking postcards in this damn city?! Alex said, they have plenty of them, i can't find even one postcard. It so long to wait while they are travelling from online shop! Aaaaarrrrr!!11
Can't wait your arrival, Wallander T_T
And I should say, I completely got used to 11th Doctor. He is brilliant. Of course, i still miss 10th Doctor, just as I missed 9th Doctor, but it's ok. They all have their own, very special personality, they all are different persons, and they all are one, they are Doctor. I love each of them individually and i love all of them altogether as one indivisible Doctor.
Oh, yes, i'm mad about The Doctor Who.
Best TV series ever.
Sorry for mistakes, i'm too tired to check it all.
I'm sorry, Wallander, i'm so sorry, i know, i must be the laziest bum on this planet.
- Nothing happens to me, - said Watson and i join his club. Well, actually, he met Sherlock afterwards, but i think i'm not so lucky and it won't happen smth like that in my life. So till last three days really NOTHING happend to me. Alone in the city.
But, as i said, there was nothing special in my life till last three days.
CAUSE THESE DAYS ARE FUCKING MAD!!!11
I am DEAD tired. DEAD. Cause three days ago me and my mom suddenly realized that Alex is coming on 16th of July. And accroding to the fact we've been living peaceful bachelor life and didn't really try to keep our apartment in good order, we had FUCKING HUGE amount of things to do. We threw out about 6 huge garbage bags filled with junk. We cleaned EVERYTHING, we made every our room PERFECT. Somebody kill me, i can't feel my back.
He. Is. Coming. Back. Oh my God, i'll be hugging him in 34 hours and 12 minutes. I can't believe that these two years of waiting will end.
I'm trying not to think about the time when he'll have to go back. Sometimes i think that it might be better not to meet him every two years. Not to meet him ever. Because it hurts. Very, very much. Stupid thoughts, of course, i must be happy. And i am. But it still hurts and i can't do anything to reduce the pain.
What's new? I'm ginger. Because of Amy, i think :D I've found my lost headphones. I've passed PET, yeah! I've bought nice old-fashioned bag. I've taken up learning German.
And that ABSOLUTELY AMAZING t-shirt will be mine in two or three days.
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And i miss you, Wallander. Very, very much.
I've just returned from a walk with my friends. I love such evenings.
Why i\'m such a lazy bum when it comes to writing a thanksgiving post?
Thank you for everything. For The Doctor Who, for the most beautiful sound in the universe - the sound of TARDIS, for "Exterminate!", for "Doomsday", for waiting for Doctor, for unbelievable understanding without words, for my brother's politness, for his successes in tennis, for currant jam with cookies, for tee with сinnamon, for camomile tee, for sunsets that can be so beautiful anywhere in the world, for my very first postcard that have been sent four days ago, for incessant rains, for wedge of gulls, for repeating "Come on, mum, just imagine that that's London!" while walking under the rain, for walking in a shop with turned on "Exterminate!" on a mobile phone, for sleepeng till 3 p.m., for taking up learning German, for night dreams after watching Doctor, for feeling when you finally come home from cold outside.
I've just finished watching another serie of the Doctor Who and i'm sad. The first reason why i'm sad is because things are happening in the series are sad. The second reason is because such things are not happening in my world.
I'm enjoying being melancholy like that and listening to Belaya Gvardiya. It's so strange that negative emotions can be positive sometimes. Strange and very nice.
The Doctor Who is gorgeous series. I can see more than convoluted plot and unbelievable fantasy of scriptwriters. Indeed, i have many things i can learn from them all. I envy with white envy Doctor who loves people (and other creatures) so much, that his love can even turn Doctor's enemies into his friends. That is unbelievable ability to look into the very soul and not to pay attention on external actions and behavior. To look under the masks.
That's how BBC teaches unobtrusively to be a man.
I'm mad. I've turned on "Claude Debussy - Clair De Lune" and i know i will cry. For those who don't understand, that track was playing throughout one of the most heartbreaking moments of the film "Atonement".
Isn't it great that there are so different people exist? That amazing that all people are different. I wonder, what if survival instinct didn't exist? How many people would stop fighting? Or there is smth else what keeps us alive? Is there the difference beetween the love of life and the survival instinct or they are just the same?
I've realized i don't want to become anyone. I just want to love the life throughout all my life.
Thank you for peaceful life.
He is showing off his detective skills. Dark hair again. That suit again.
Jesus, there are no words to express my adoration.
"-Alright, Doctor,
- Alright, Sherly".
Sherly. SHERLY. I'm crying.
He is showing his detective skills. Dark hair again. That suit again.
Jesus, there are no words to express my adoration.
"-Alright, Doctor,
- Alright, Sherly".
Sherly. SHERLY. I'm crying.
And a very special one! Thanks God, Alyona isn't a person who ignores their birthdays rather than call attention to getting older. Indeed, it doesn't make any sense at all. You would become older anyway, so what's the point to ignore the celebration?
Oh. It was sooo exciting, when we were going somewhere and noone except Alyona knowed what we're going to do and even where exactly we're going. And that feeling, pure childish happiness , when i realized that we was in art studio. In art studio! I expected everything but art studio. It was amazing experience and we all have learnt of new things. And had a lot of fun. Especially when we're dueling with hairdryers.
Definitely, Someone Above was in the bad mood today. Or in the too good mood. And that Someone Above was really enjoying turning a rain on everytime we came out. Anyway, it didn't make us upset. Ha-ha.
Wallander has already showed her work, sooo that's mine:
Really i don't feel like writing smth, so let it be tango.
I guess tango doesn't need a special representation.
The scent of the woman, remember?
Gotan Project. Don't really like electronic music, but...but these tracks are amazing. From album "La Revancha Del Tango", 2001
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Адам Уорт. Один из возможных прототипов профессора Мориарти
В декабре 1893 года очередной номер журнала «Стрэнд», как известно, поверг в траур всех британских поклонников Великого Детектива: безжалостный автор свел его на краю Райхенбахского водопада со злым гением лондонского преступного мира профессором Мориарти и похоронил обоих на дне пенящейся пучины.
Конан Дойл не пожалел красок для описания противника своего героя:
«Он - Наполеон преступного мира, Уотсон. Он - организатор половины всех злодеяний и почти всех нераскрытых преступлений в нашем городе. Это гений, философ, это человек, умеющий мыслить абстрактно. У него первоклассный ум. Он сидит неподвижно, словно паук в центре своей паутины, но у этой паутины тысячи нитей, и он улавливает вибрацию каждой из них. Сам он действует редко. Он только составляет план. Но его агенты многочисленны и великолепно организованы. Если кому-нибудь понадобится выкрасть документ, ограбить дом, убрать с дороги человека - стоит только довести это до сведения профессора, и преступление будет подготовлено, а затем и выполнено. Агент может быть пойман. В таких случаях всегда находятся деньги, чтобы взять его на поруки или пригласить защитника. Но главный руководитель, тот, кто послал этого агента, никогда не попадется: он вне подозрений».
[277x552]Профессор Мориарти. Иллюстрация Сидни Пейджета
Дойл наделил своего профессора склонностью к математике - чертой, которую подсмотрел у своего друга генерал-майора Дрейсона. (Впрочем, у энтузиастов-холмсианцев есть на примете и другие кандидатуры.) Считается, что имя свое профессор получил от некоего Джорджа Мориарти, о котором в 1874 году то и дело писали лондонские газеты в связи с совершенным им покушением на жену. Предположение это кажется маловероятным, поскольку фамилия Мориарти была достаточно распространенной - даже среди преступников упомянутый Джордж был не единственным Мориарти. В прессе той поры эта фамилия встречается достаточно часто. Да и вряд ли Конан Дойл стал бы ворошить криминальную хронику, чтобы выбрать имя для своего злодея. К тому же существовали и другие Мориарти. Например, в 1880-х некто Джеймс Мориарти был казначеем Земельной лиги. А в июне 1893 года появилось сообщение в печати о назначении преподобного Джеймса Х. Мориарти капелланом и военно-морским инструктором на учебный корабль «Боскоуэн» в Портленде.
Сам Конан Дойл в повести «Долина страха» вложил в уста Шерлока Холмса сравнение профессора со знаменитым «ловцом воров» и главой преступного синдиката Джонатаном Уайльдом, повешенным в 1725 году. Однако есть все основания полагать, что неуловимый король лондонского преступного мира профессор Мориарти основными своими чертами обязан отнюдь не Джонатану Уайльду Великому, а знаменитому Адаму Уорту, о чем - согласно одному из ранних холмсоведов Винсенту Старрету - сам сэр Конан Дойл упоминал в беседе с доктором Греем Чандлером Бриггсом.
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Я случайно посмотрела отрывки Ричарда III, и во мне поднял голову историг.
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Молодой Наполеон[13] дрожал подобно тростнику на ветру во время свирепых бомбардировок в Тулоне[14] . Солдат, увидев его в это время, сказал другим солдатам, «Взгляните на него, он боится смерти». «Да, я боюсь», ответил Наполеон. «Но я продолжаю бороться. Если бы вы почувствовали хотя бы полстраха, который чувствую я, вы сразу бы убежали». Учитель сказал: «Страх не является признаком малодушия. Этот страх позволяет нам быть смелыми и достойными перед лицом жизненных ситуаций. Кто-нибудь, кто испытывал страх – и, несмотря на него, действовал, не позволяя ему запугать себя – доказывает свою храбрость. Но кто-нибудь, кто в трудной ситуации не считался с опасностью, доказывает только свою безответственность».
Still has a kind of evening melancholy that bothers me a lot. I'm feeling so worthless, and, unfortunately, it's not just emotions, that's quite true. No achivements, no success, no even dreams and ambitions. Hope i'll handle this in future.
I remember when i was about twelve years old i understood that avoiding this world and just running away in my own world of dreams, which was much more friendly to me, wasn't very good idea. I thought that i might have become mad, and now i think i was a сlever thought, actually. Remember i was crying because i forced myself to forget everything about the nice world where i used to hide from reality. I wondered, how people manage to become adult if it's so painful. Now i see how. It's not painful to become an adult, it's painful to keep being a child when you're ready to leave a childhood. Difficult to explain... It's like when you have a lot of power but don't use it.
Empty thoughts, absolutely empty. I tried to remember what this day taught me, but i failed. I just want to think about such silly things like how night influence on me and on others, how people make their choices, why i'm not a cat, because i'm not allowed to walk at the night and they are, about the fact i can't live without people despite the fact i don't really like them, how people invented the Gods and about other stuff.