Sometimes there are days, when you need someone to be close to you so strongly, that life stops. Someone to talk with and share your feelings. However, your inner voice says "you have to be strong, you have to get over all your troubles and keep on going". Well, in general, I agree with this statement. But if you don't need anybody and nobody needs you, than what is your life for? You may even be happy, but a silver glass wall divides you from other people. Friends often tell me something like "oh, you're so warm, so bright, so strong"... and nobody knows how I really feel. Sometimes I think that my inner world is like snowstorm, cold, dark and dead. However, I know that it isn't true. I just need to let some time pass to became "strong, warm and bright".. It is just bad mood and illness. When you're ill and sad, nobody wants to keep you company, that's just natural.

The Contact

"Come on! Hurry up or we'll miss everything!" - Ray cried to his sister. Children run down the path. The warm night came and bright light of full moon lit the whole village. "Oh, relax, we have plenty of time before the midnight" - Sarah was elder and calmer than her brother - "and you know pretty well that monsters, ghosts and other demons appear only after midnight" - she thought a minute and added "if they exist, of course". "Oh, believe me, they do! I know, you're just afraid!". He was right actually, Sarah was afraid because she had never been out at night before. However she would never admit her fear. Meanwhile, children found themselves in the middle of the wonderful meadow. It was covered with clover and new grass. Children stopped in amazement, wonderful moon-lit scenery appeared in front of them. Night was still. The only sound was heard, child's breathe. "Are you sure, they will come here? " - Sarah whispered. "Yeah, don't worry. And don't be afraid. Of course, they are ugly but they make no harm. " Children waited. At last something began changing. The dark silhouette loomed in the air. Sarah would have screamed if she hadn't froze with horror. The figure became more and more material. "Wow" - Ray uttered. Children looked at the monster, monster looked at children. Nobody spoke. Bright moon shed rays down the figure. "Who are you? " - asked Sarah the monster. "Oh, don't try, it won't understand you" - Ray interrupted her. And he was right. It could never understand them. That was strange creature, it has only two legs and one head, and no fur, only short hairs at his head.. "Let's call him a human " - offered Sarah two hours later when children went home. Ray agreed.

Reality

Every day we learn something new. Every day we meet new people but only a few of these people and their knowledge really change our life. We are like filters: among the all information we get, we choose only those things which are interesting for us, those things we feel resonance with. It is natural - if a feeling is close to our soul, then it touches us. If something is important to us, we'll find links to this thing everywhere. So, our reality strongly depends on ourselves. That's why I'm completely sure that if everything goes wrong, it means that it is something wrong with you. Try to concentrate on something else, find something new and your world will be changed. And if everything goes wonderfully, then you chose right things to think. Keep on doing that, and everything will be as good as it is.

Flowers for Algernon (Book)

A few days ago I read, or to be more exact, reread this book. I want to say some words about it. My own opinion is that it is one of the most wonderful books ever. It makes the reader think about really important questions. Is it right to meddle with nature? What is better: to have something and lose it, or simply never have it? Is an intelligence the only thing every person needs? Can having intelligence make someone happier? Is it important to understand everything? And so on. In both English and in Russian there is the same proverb: "He who increases his knowledge increases sorrow". And the longer I live, the better I understand this. On the other hand, our knowledge is the only treasure we have, I believe. Many people don't understand how happy they are as the result of their having an opportunity to study, to understand things and.. yes, they can be "normal". The book produced too many feelings in me, and too many thoughts. However, I am really glad to have had a chance to read it. I am especially happy that I was able to read it in English...

la seule idée de mes amis.

Mes amis sont très amusants, car ils ont toujours du temps à me consacrer. C'est important beaucoup d'avoir des amis..

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..

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.

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 ?

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.

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.