Tuesday 25 December 2012
Thursday 20 December 2012
INSPIRING SOMEONE
It has been a long time since I created the last post. Well, I am alive) Partly XD And I inspired a real painter called Natasha Riga for painting a new peace of art!
I was extremely surprised when I got her message) She had just seen a photo of me and my friend from summer trip to Finland and created this! Isn't this amazing?)
I am on the left. |
Sunday 20 May 2012
Wednesday 9 May 2012
Friday 4 May 2012
Thursday 19 April 2012
Wednesday 11 April 2012
Sunday 8 April 2012
Friday 6 April 2012
Sunday 18 March 2012
Friday 9 March 2012
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Tomorrow our time will come to the end
And fly away with torned flocks.
In the morning, spoiled with crows' screaming,
I will braid my loneliness into the blade.
I would like to say that everything will get right,
But I can not lie to you.
As soon as I will cross the threshold,
My footprints will be blown away by the wind.
The roads of Fate are in a mess,
It's cold and dirty - where should I go?
To the left, to the right, forward - wherever I like,
But I can not come back...
There is no time for crying, I have naught to confess:
I payed for that I've received.
We can't live this life in another way,
Because in this case we will not live, but only suffer.
My dear, my true, my heedful,
I would give everything for us to be happy,
But nobody in the heaven asked,
If I want to wrangle over with gods.
Tomorrow morning... sleep, my darling,
On my shoulder until it's dawning.
Let it to sink in our memory,
Let it to make us stronger...
(c) translated from Russian by miscellaneous
And fly away with torned flocks.
In the morning, spoiled with crows' screaming,
I will braid my loneliness into the blade.
I would like to say that everything will get right,
But I can not lie to you.
As soon as I will cross the threshold,
My footprints will be blown away by the wind.
The roads of Fate are in a mess,
It's cold and dirty - where should I go?
To the left, to the right, forward - wherever I like,
But I can not come back...
There is no time for crying, I have naught to confess:
I payed for that I've received.
We can't live this life in another way,
Because in this case we will not live, but only suffer.
My dear, my true, my heedful,
I would give everything for us to be happy,
But nobody in the heaven asked,
If I want to wrangle over with gods.
Tomorrow morning... sleep, my darling,
On my shoulder until it's dawning.
Let it to sink in our memory,
Let it to make us stronger...
(c) translated from Russian by miscellaneous
Tuesday 6 March 2012
Tuesday 14 February 2012
Sunday 12 February 2012
Saturday 11 February 2012
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