суббота, 8 декабря 2012 г.

Wishes

Dreams come true - all it takes is for you to stop wishing. Have you ever noticed that? When you want something with all your heart and soul you can't get it. However when you don't want that thing anymore, you'll get it immediatly. Perhaps we should learn how to set our wishes free..

четверг, 6 декабря 2012 г.

Arwa wrote a note about overthinking and I remembered my day. Today I had an interview for a new job. When I got to the office, I crashed into a glass wall. I guess this is what they mean when they say "Not seeing the forest for the trees" :) "As mad as a box of frogs" - I'll have to remember this expression.

четверг, 4 октября 2012 г.

Je ne connais que tes yeux noirs qui sont comme la nuit. Ils ont les lueurs d’un monde étrange. Ta voix quant à elle est si pénétrante que je ne n’arrive plus à respirer quand je t’écoute. Tu es la personne la plus étrange que je connaisse qui fait des miracles et crée de nouveau monde. Qui es-tu? D’où viens-tu, mon mystérieux ami? Je te cherche depuis si longtemps que je pense te retrouver, j’en suis sûr. Et toi en feras-tu de même ?

вторник, 2 октября 2012 г.


Je pense que je veux assimiler le programme Photoshop. C'est un excellent logiciel ! Je suis photographe. Pour être franche, je peux aussi être aussi une modèle, car mon apparence est insolite . Cette photo est ma dernière expérience avec Photoshop. Cette photo est de moi etc'est moi qui l'ai travaillée.


четверг, 28 июня 2012 г.

Lylian


J'ai decidé d'utiliser un pseudonyme. Lylian est le personnage que j'ai choisi, je l'ai imaginé quand je jouais à un rôle au forum. Son nom est Lylian Dark, et elle a onze ans. Elle vient d'une famille aristocrate, c'est pourquoi son père la force à apprendre le françaises. C'est une fille intelligente et elle aime étudier. Ses parents sont riches et Lylian a tout qu'elle veut mais elle n'a pas d'amis.


Cette année elle est entree dans une école spéciale, c'est une école de magiciens. C'est normal car ses parents sont magiciens, et leurs parents sont magiciens et les parents de leurs parents aussi étaient magiciens aussi.


суббота, 9 июня 2012 г.

Un problème

Je n'ai pas passé mon examen :( En générale toute mon groupe ne l'a pas passé. C'est terrible, parce qu'il que c'est un grand problème pour moi et mon groupe. Nous avions beaucoup de travail: lire et racontrer un texte, écouter un autre texte et répondre à des questions, ensuite traduire des phrases et conjuguer des verbes, raconter un thème préparé.
Et alors ? J'ai eu un texte ''les misérables'' et je l'ai lu et compris, mais je n'ai pas pu le raconter :( Je peux lire, écrire et comprendre des textes mais c'est difficile pour moi de parler en français car je ne pratique jamais. Peut-être que je suis simplement très trop stupide pour apprendre le français.....

вторник, 5 июня 2012 г.

четверг, 24 мая 2012 г.

My Perfect Day

What would be a perfect day for me?
Let me try to imagine it.
I wouldn't get up early, sometime about nine o'clock. Then I'd shower, eat breakfast and so on. At eleven classical lessons would start. It would take me two hours. Then soft-shoes Irish dance class, that would take me more than an hour and a half. Then I would have a small lunch and a half hour of rest before hard shoes dance class. Hard shoes dance class would start at half past three and it would take me two, three or four hours.
Then I would go home to do something else: study, read, do some handycraft, meet with friends, do housework, have a walk with the camera and take some photos or just relax with a good film. Or, perhaps I would have some rehearsal as usual. It is also OK. At eleven p.m. I would already be home. I would take a shower and have a massage for an hour and then go to bed.
I hope one day I will be able to have such a schedule. And I will have my classes with good teachers.

среда, 23 мая 2012 г.

Masterclasses with Colin Dunne

I want to be happy all my life. Dancing makes me happy, so I want to dance all my life.
Well, actually I want to tell you about some master-classes I participated these days. It was Colin Dunne who gave them. To say in a word, everything was wonderful.

He made me understand many important things about Irish dances. I think, that it is worth even just seeing how he moves. Some easy steps become a kind of miracle when he shows them. It is not because he is a star or something like that. He is just a genius dancer. "Listening to music is one of the most important things in dancing" he says. How right he is! "Try to do everything easy, feel comfort in doing things"... I tried to remember every word.

Well, I must admit our teacher, Nazarov, is genius too, because he has been teaching us to feel Irish dances the same way.


I want to dance, I want more Irish dances. I want have five hours training sessions every day. Unfortunately, I have no opportunity.

By the way, I don't mean "tradition dances" with all those fieses, wigs and other stuff. I want to keep on learning "performance style".

"Dance is just a language of our body. Let yourself speak this language. Every movement is a word, so learn the words carefully and make sentences.. " Colin and Polina say the same thing, so it must be true.

I wish I could.....

четверг, 5 апреля 2012 г.

Empty Words


A young girl came into the shop. I must say that it is a rather odd shop. You will never find any food or funiture in here but only a good idea, a fairy tale ending or a suitable rhyme.
She lingered for a while before asking hesitantly.
"Excuse me, sir... Do you have any empty words?" - Her voice trembled, as though she was not supposed to be in the shop.
"Er...what kind of words do you mean, my dear? "
"Well... An empty word is a that word which already exists but still doesn't have any meaning attached to it."

Un étrange printemps


Il y a beaucoup de neige en ce moment. J'espère qu'elle va fondre d'ici peu parce que je n'aime pas trop cela. Quelle saison préférez-vouz le plus? Je préfère le printemps et l'été car j'aime le chaud plus que le froid. En Russie, on a de longs hivers rigoureux et je gèle beaucoup. Ma saison préférée est le printemps car la nature se réveille et tout est en fleurs. J'aimerais qu'il fasse chaud et qu'il y ait beaucoup de fleurs ici en ce moment..
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C'est ma photo prise en avril 2008

воскресенье, 4 марта 2012 г.

Francais

Je dois ecrire quelque chose en français. Mais je ne parle et n'écris pas bien en français. Et encore je n'ai pas de touches avec accent aigu, accent grave et ainsi de suite, puisque j' utilise l'ordinateur d'un autre. Mon ordinateur est casse. ((((

Je dois apprendre le français puisque c' est ma deuxième langue étrangère mais je ne suis pas bien avec la langue... Je sens que je n'ai pas assez de mots pour bien écrire

четверг, 1 марта 2012 г.

Dream-maker. (A fairy tale for those who are going to sleep)


There is a small silver house in the middle of the dark forest. A little old man lives there. He makes our dreams while we're sleeping. Sometimes he makes them from golden clouds. These are the very clouds cut by the rays of sunset. They are perfect for light morning light dreams. Such dreams areas light as spider's webs and when you wake up, you would not remember anything.
Sometimes he made dreams from summer rains. These bring happiness and good mood to dreamers. When you wake up in the morning and feel happy, you know they were made from summer rains.
The most interesting dreams are made from the West Wind. They are filled with adventures. Upon awakening, it is as if you had watched a good and interesting movie.
Those made only from stars light are the best. They come to us when we need them most. It is difficult to imagine what you were seeing in these dreams. They can be far away and mysterious fairy kingdoms or wonderful isles with apple trees and berries growing. These star light dreams can also be flying dreams in which you can fly high in the sky and catch the rays of the sun. It could be a magical melody from another world or it could be voice of your mother - her smiling face and her tender hands. In another words, these dreams can be anything nice.

среда, 29 февраля 2012 г.

A Marriage Proposal

Do you know that there is a peculiar tradition in some European countries? Once in four years any woman can make a marriage proposal to a man and he has to accept it. If he says "no", he will have to pay a fine.
Actually, this day is today, 29th February. So, dear women, don't miss your chance! Dear men, be careful and find yourself an inconspicuous hiding place.

понедельник, 27 февраля 2012 г.

Who Let the Dog Out?

This is the song with which our teacher usually starts tap-dance class. If you only knew how much fun it gives us! It creates a wonderful mood, even if we'vealready had five hours of hard training!
Frankly speaking, I'm not very good at tap dancing. Unfortunately, I'm not even as good as I'd like to be!
What is worse, I feel tired! Not because of the trainings themselves, no. I'm tired because I'm not making progress. Of course, I can't just give up dancing. Too much energy has already been exerted and too much time spentso far just to get to where I am today. I have to go further... I will go further.
These past few days I missed some of my trainings. I missed them because of my weakness... because of this stupid depression. "If you want to, you can! " I remember this, yes,but I still need to share my feelings. So I allow myself to fall into depression as a way toreflect on my feelings and worries... and then I make myself get up and come forvard. I will go tomorrow, but today I'll have my last "depression day ". I want to cry, or perhaps to brake something. I want to scream out loud.
I do not do this, however, for just one reason: I have no right to do this. My teachers believe I can dance and my friends believe I can dance. That means that I have to dance as great as I can. I remember this song, "Who Let the Dog Out?", and smile. And I smile even when I'm feeling blue... like today.

Dancing is difficult work. It's difficult for the body, and even more difficult for the soul... especialy when something goes wrong. In addition, I'm always afraid that I'm not doing as much as I could do. Three hours a day... five hours a day... it never seems enough. I don't understand how other people manage to live with .that.

I wish I had somene who could understand me.

P.S. Of course I realize that there are many more horrible things in life. Someone dies every day, someone loses relatives, someone brakes his legs or arms. I realize also that I should be happy because of my health, myopportunities for study, my ability to dance, and because I have suchwonderful friends. And I am really happy about all these things... and grateful for them as well. But at the same time, I'm feeling something like a dark icyabyss lurking at the bottom of my soul. I cannot explain how I cancontain such contradictory feelings within myself at the same time... but that is my reality.

Sometimes, I just wish I could live without feelings... especially after I've failed miserably, oragain spoiled something. For God's sake, when will I stop making all those stupid mistakes during performances?!!!!

Who let the dog out?.....

суббота, 18 февраля 2012 г.

Modern Sidhes and Their Traps.

Modern Irish sidhes certainly entrap people into their hills not by using food and drink but by using a comfortable sofa and a laptop connected to the internet. A person gets into this hill, sits on the sofa and takes the laptop... and stays there forever. He surfs the internet, watches news on Facebook for an hour then gets off the hill and understands that the year now is 2115 AC. Another possible variant is that sidhes do not want to let this person go. He will be trapped by the lure of the Internet.
Mortals were forbidden to eat anything in a magical world. If they did, they would be trapped forever in there. In our times, touch not the Internet while you are in the magical kingdom of sidhes.