понедельник, 18 апреля 2011 г.

What is Life?

"Life.. What is it?" Yenka asked.
Ukka closed her book unwillingly and said: "Well.. what do you usually do everyday?"
"Me? Well..actually I enjoy the sun, race with the neighbor's chicken, go to a river bank.." Yenka started to say, counting his fingers "And what?"
"And what does our mother do" Ukka seated herself more comfortably and faced her brother.
"She... well, she raises us, takes care for the house.. We help her. And there are heaps of many other things. For example she rejoices at our happiness.. But I still don't understand What is Life?" - Yenka said.
"Life is all those things put together!" - Ukka smiled brightly.
"I understand!" - Yenka said as his face lighted up with happiness. "But, tell you what.. "
Ukka started to say as she looked at him with interest
"Life isn't just all those things, you know, Life is the joy of doing "all these things"

пятница, 15 апреля 2011 г.

Dreams about Ireland

I wanna live in Ireland.
Seriously.
But what can I do to get here? Well, actually I know English, but that's all.
Yes I can dance, fix computers, take photos, teach Russian, work in Photoshop and some other things. But all these things are not useful for immigration.

What about my family? I'm single and all my relatives live far away (I left home three or four years ago. Now I live in Moscow and my grandma lives in the Urals)

But seriously, since my childhood I've been crazy about Ireland. I came from the Urals to Moscow to be closer to Europe.

Irish dance, Irish legends, Irish books..
Well, I love Russia very much, I like it's wide streets and spacious squares. But Éire.. Éire is my only love)

The only thing I'd regret is.. leaving my friends. Obviously it's a serious enough reason to be here in Russia. On the other hand... Some of my friends live in different parts of Russia and we don't meet often. My Moscow friends.. well, they would be really sad, if.. no, when I leave the country..