Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Friday, August 26, 2011

Так не бывает

Вот и сегодня Ёжик сказал Медвежонку:
— Как всё-таки хорошо, что мы друг у друга есть!
Медвежонок кивнул.
— Ты только представь себе: меня нет, ты сидишь один и поговорить не с кем.
— А ты где?
— А меня нет.
— Так не бывает, — сказал Медвежонок.
— Я тоже так думаю, — сказал Ёжик. — Но вдруг вот — меня совсем нет. Ты один. Ну что ты будешь делать?..
— Переверну все вверх дном, и ты отыщешься!
— Нет меня, нигде нет!!!
— Тогда, тогда… Тогда я выбегу в поле, — сказал Медвежонок. — И закричу: «Ё-ё-ё-жи-и-и-к!», и ты услышишь и закричишь: «Медвежо-о-о-но-о-о-ок!..». Вот.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

The Conversation

“I heal wounds”, - Time said.
“I lend wings”, - Happiness objected.
“As for me, I wound, lift to the sky and shove down on the ground”, - said Love with insidious smile.

Monday, August 15, 2011

How to forbid myself to require Love from others?

"I want to be loved by someone. It seems to me that I am loved in not enough degree".

Monday, August 8, 2011

You are like an alphabet to me...

Once a boy wanted to describe his girl-friend. He looked at her and said, "You are like ABCDEFGHIJK to me :)". She asked: "What does it mean"? He said: "Adorable, Beautiful, Cute, Delightful, Elegant, Fantastic, Gorgeous, Hot". She kindly smiled and said, "Oh, that's sweet, but what about 'I, J, K' "? He said, "I'm Just Kidding' ".

His eye is still swollen, but it will get better ...

Saturday, August 6, 2011

To Have And Not To Hold

Как сказал знаменитый китайский философ Чжуан-цзы (а также Чжуан Чжоу): «Музыка позволяет человеку остаться простым, чистым и искренним, и вернуться к своему начальному состоянию». Поэтому, как обычно, я публикую одну из любимых песен…

To have and not to hold
So hot, yet so cold
My heart is in your hand
And yet you never stand
Close enough for me to have my way

To love but not to keep
To laugh, not to weep
Your eyes, they go right through
And yet you never do
Anything to make me want to stay

Like a moth to a flame
Only I am to blame
What can I do?
I go straight to you
I've been told
You're to have, not to hold

To look but not to see
To kiss but never be
The object of your desire
I'm walking on a wire
And there's no one at all
To break my fall

You're to have, not to hold...
To break my heart


Friday, August 5, 2011

A poem without title

Не виден лик, не слышен голос.
Мы далеко, но в этот час
Сидим у наших мониторов,
Друг с друга не спуская глаз.

Пусть речи нет, есть только строчки.
С тобою молча говорим.
Эмоции, шифруя в точках,
То рассмеемся, то грустим.

Мы пальцы мысленно сплетаем,
По тропке клавишей скользя,
В мир виртуальный убегаем
Туда, где ты, туда, где я.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

The memory of you...

The memory of you will be like happy dream
That lingers on when morning breaks the spell.
The velvet of my skin will be your daily madness,
The warmness of your breath will be my sweetest hope...

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Find the sense of life for me and rescue yourself

This is parable about the girl that met Angel. The most beautiful among all the angels, but to be honest, it was Fallen Angel. It is easy to say she met Devil.
Some religions inform that it is necessary to overcome the suffering inside the person, to liquidate all wishes, to become pure. This Angel was relieved from all the wishes. He stopped WISHING, when he realized that any his wishes could be done. If you have everything, you want nothing. But with this revelation another one came to him. Suddenly he felt unbearable melancholy. He had no any reason to live.
People live by controlling of their wishes. No wish no life. Everything that they do, they do because of certain wishing aims. They want satisfaction, love, knowledge, money, fame. And all of them think that they have sense in their life. But what kind of? There is no answer. There are only wishes that give the person the strength to live. If there won’t be these wishes…
And that is why Devil began to look for the death… until he met one girl.
“You should live, because I love you”, said the girl to Devil.
“And what from that? – He answered. – Love is nonentity. There is no any sense in it. Falling in love, the person is dreaming about eternity, but yearning the quick completion – the wish satisfaction, discharging. That is why all beautiful love-stories finish in that moment, when lovers have the possibility to enjoy quite enough of each other”.
The girl burst into tears and went away. She has a nightmare. She has a dream that she disappointed in her lover. But if she disappointed, did she really love him?
She woke up in cold sweat and realized how much suffering her lover survived. A lot of girls fell in love with him, but no one really loved him.
“Yes, Love is egoistic, - the girl agreed. – And it passes quickly. Perhaps it will turn into friendship or heartfelt closeness. But it will no longer be Love. It is true”.
“So why should I live for you? – Devil raised the eyebrow. – Not for the sake of your passing pleasure!”
“You must live because due to you my life is filled with sense, - a girl answered. – I understand you. I am looking inside your heart and I see the Light there. You want to look frightful and wicked. But I live by your Light and you won’t hide It from me”.  
Devil bitterly smiled and turned back upon the girl. He didn’t want her to see his tears.
“And what from that? – He said. – If you look in abyss for a long time, you will feel that it beckons you. Who said that it is good?”
And the girl went away again, but in the night she had another nightmare. She was standing on the brink of giant cleft and was looking downward. It seemed that this abyss was like infinity.
But there, in the deep, someone was. The girl physically felt someone’s breath. Strange, insuperable draught arose up in her. Just a second – and she would dash into this abyss.
And at the last moment she suddenly felt something, lifted up her head and… there was the sky above her. Clear-blue, high-high sky!
“No, I don’t feel despair, darling, - she said to Devil on the next day. – I see your abyss, but I see the world around. Yes, it is bigger than my feeling to you. Bigger, because there is always something bigger. But my feeling is that the best that is in it.”
“But why should I live?! – Devil cried. – I don’t want to live for someone!”
“But you don’t live for someone”, - the girl answered and smiled.
“How?” – Devil surprised.
“You are simply necessary, - her face remained calm, and her eyes were lighting, like the dawn sun. – You just need to realize – you are necessary. You are necessary! And that’s all”.
“Is your body telling all this?” – Devil attentively looked at the girl’s eyes.
“No”, - she answered.
“Is your consciousness telling all this?” – he asked again.
“No”, - the girl answered again.
“So the spirit talks this into you”, - Devil decided.
“No”, - the girl answered in the third time.
“But what?!” – He was surprised.
“You”, - answered the girl with smile.
And after this she hugged Devil and angel whispered to her soul:”I came to you to wake you up. Now we belong to a single whole. Forever… ”

Monday, August 1, 2011

My philosophical mood

Oh… A lot of days passed from my last message. I feel that I need to write something, but WHAT?
Let’s think… Ah! I found it! It is the poem from the book I was reading once:

„Назначение рыбной блесны — поймать рыбу,
А когда рыба поймана, блесна забыта.
Назначение слов — сообщить идеи.
Когда идеи восприняты, слова забываются.

Где мне найти человека, позабывшего слова?
Он — тот, с кем я хотел бы поговорить".

And of cause the translation into English:

The purpose of the spoon-bait is to catch the fish.
When the fish is caught, the spoon-bait is forgotten.
The purpose of the words is to inform ideas.
When ideas are perceived, the words are forgotten.

Where shall I find a person that forgot the words?
He is the one whom I would like to speak with…”

Yes! Today I have a philosophical mood. And I’m looking for the person that forgot the words…