To those coming by.
Hi to everybody!
First of all, this is the english version of my first and main diary here. The thing is, I am russian, but
a) 've got some eglish-speaking friends, who (from time to time) ask me to start an LJ that they would be able to read,
b) i need some practice.
So all the posts from the bilingual account will be translated and copied here.
I'd be very glad if you added me as a friend. :))
Thank you for your attention,
Niki.
P.S. The reason i've got Withnail as my last name is that he is my favourite character in all the modern cinema, and probably in he world as well.
First of all, this is the english version of my first and main diary here. The thing is, I am russian, but
a) 've got some eglish-speaking friends, who (from time to time) ask me to start an LJ that they would be able to read,
b) i need some practice.
So all the posts from the bilingual account will be translated and copied here.
I'd be very glad if you added me as a friend. :))
Thank you for your attention,
Niki.
P.S. The reason i've got Withnail as my last name is that he is my favourite character in all the modern cinema, and probably in he world as well.
What he sais about writing scripts - is so true!
- Feeling:
creative - Listening to : Depeche Mode - Everything Counts.
Un Hemisphere dans une chevelure.
Laisse-moi respirer longtemps, longtemps, l'odeur de tes cheveux, y plonger tout mon visage, comme un homme altere dans l'eau d'une source, et les agiter avec ma main comme un mouchoir odorant, pour secouer des souvenirs dans l'air.
Si tu pouvais savoir tout ce que je vois ! tout ce que je sens ! tout ce que j'entends dans tes cheveux ! Mon ame voyage sur le parfum comme l'ame des autres hommes sur la musique.
Tes cheveux contiennent tout un reve, plein de voilures et de matures; ils contiennent de grandes mers dont les moussons me portent vers de charmants climats, ou l'espace est plus bleu et plus profond, ou l'atmosphere est parfumee par les fruits, par les feuilles et par la peau humaine.
Dans l'ocean de ta chevelure, j'entrevois un port fourmillant de chants melancoliques, d'hommes vigoureux de toutes nations et de navires de toutes formes decoupant leurs architectures fines et compliques sur un ciel immense ou se prelasse l'eternelle chaleur.
Dans les caresses de ta chevelure, je retrouve les langueurs des longues heures passees sur un divan, dans la chambre d'un beau navire, bercees par le roulis imperceptible du port, entre les pots de fleurs et les gargoulettes rafraichissantes.
Dans l'ardent foyer de ta chevelure, je respire l'odeur du tabac mele a l'opium et au sucre; dans la nuit de ta chevelure, je vois resplendir l'infini de l'azur tropical; sur les rivages duvetes de ta chevelure, je m'enivre des odeurs combines du goudron, du musc et de l'huile de coco.
Laisse-moi mordre longtemps tes tresses lourdes et noires. Quand je mordille tes cheveux lastiques et rebelles, il me semble que je mange des souvenirs.
Laisse-moi respirer longtemps, longtemps, l'odeur de tes cheveux, y plonger tout mon visage, comme un homme altere dans l'eau d'une source, et les agiter avec ma main comme un mouchoir odorant, pour secouer des souvenirs dans l'air.
Si tu pouvais savoir tout ce que je vois ! tout ce que je sens ! tout ce que j'entends dans tes cheveux ! Mon ame voyage sur le parfum comme l'ame des autres hommes sur la musique.
Tes cheveux contiennent tout un reve, plein de voilures et de matures; ils contiennent de grandes mers dont les moussons me portent vers de charmants climats, ou l'espace est plus bleu et plus profond, ou l'atmosphere est parfumee par les fruits, par les feuilles et par la peau humaine.
Dans l'ocean de ta chevelure, j'entrevois un port fourmillant de chants melancoliques, d'hommes vigoureux de toutes nations et de navires de toutes formes decoupant leurs architectures fines et compliques sur un ciel immense ou se prelasse l'eternelle chaleur.
Dans les caresses de ta chevelure, je retrouve les langueurs des longues heures passees sur un divan, dans la chambre d'un beau navire, bercees par le roulis imperceptible du port, entre les pots de fleurs et les gargoulettes rafraichissantes.
Dans l'ardent foyer de ta chevelure, je respire l'odeur du tabac mele a l'opium et au sucre; dans la nuit de ta chevelure, je vois resplendir l'infini de l'azur tropical; sur les rivages duvetes de ta chevelure, je m'enivre des odeurs combines du goudron, du musc et de l'huile de coco.
Laisse-moi mordre longtemps tes tresses lourdes et noires. Quand je mordille tes cheveux lastiques et rebelles, il me semble que je mange des souvenirs.
Charles.
- Feeling:
dreamy - Listening to : Bob Dylan - Nettie Moore
While plying for the n-th time between the school and the coffeehouse, saw some acquaintances of mine washing the building. Was very impressed and asked them to pose.
During the other cruise seen this beauty. Autumn, whatever they say...
Tomorrow leaving early, and going to French ambassy to pick up the visas. Already by the sea in my thoughts...
During the other cruise seen this beauty. Autumn, whatever they say...
Tomorrow leaving early, and going to French ambassy to pick up the visas. Already by the sea in my thoughts...
- Feeling:
hungry - Listening to : Erasure - The Circus
From now on I'm on a strictest diet - have to lose weight for the journey (so that I could eat whatever i want in France).
France isn't for sure yet, but all the documents are almost ready.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed - this trip is so needed now!
Btw, about needs, had to do an awful lot of stuff, mostly maths analysis. Haven't done anything at all. Haven't slept tonight, tried to figure out this bullshit about fuctions limits. Fell asleep at 3, woke up at 5. Haven't understood the damn thing. It is simply beyond me, i suppose.
( More maths. )
It rains.
France isn't for sure yet, but all the documents are almost ready.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed - this trip is so needed now!
Btw, about needs, had to do an awful lot of stuff, mostly maths analysis. Haven't done anything at all. Haven't slept tonight, tried to figure out this bullshit about fuctions limits. Fell asleep at 3, woke up at 5. Haven't understood the damn thing. It is simply beyond me, i suppose.
( More maths. )
It rains.
- Feeling:
nervous - Listening to :Dire Straits - Brothers in arms.
Poor old weary me. Just as i got rid of the flu, there came a horrible headache.
Put some aspirin on top of it - it went away, but the stomach started to hurt real bad.
Real real real bad. Sitting now, petrified - can't this be an appendicitis? Hope not, of course.
Well, all in all, pity me, love me, need me, poor me!..
Put some aspirin on top of it - it went away, but the stomach started to hurt real bad.
Real real real bad. Sitting now, petrified - can't this be an appendicitis? Hope not, of course.
Well, all in all, pity me, love me, need me, poor me!..
- Feeling: ill
- Listening to :Pet Shop Boys - Suburbia
Well, i've made up my mind. From now on i shall write in russian there and in english here.
It's cold outside, less than 5 above zero, i guess. And as the central heating isn't on yet, the house feels like a one big fridge. Warming up in a bath, with fine wine and nice films. Walking around in my uggs. Awwful. The winter came in september - i really must protest!
Thinking about loads of things i am theoretically to do, but i'm definetely to lazy for'em now.
Tomorrow's Saturday, a good day. I'm going to Coffeebean in the morning, for a cup of cappucino and a biscotti, and in the evening we're all heading to Pushino, to celebrate Granny's birthday. Ah, Pushino, the town of my childhood. Don't like coming back there, francly. Every time i'm there it seems to me that i defile a sacred place with my adulthood. And lose a little bit of what has been saved and lives inside me.
And than i recall what was i like while being there a couple of years ago, and that makes me so bitterly ashamed.
It's cold outside, less than 5 above zero, i guess. And as the central heating isn't on yet, the house feels like a one big fridge. Warming up in a bath, with fine wine and nice films. Walking around in my uggs. Awwful. The winter came in september - i really must protest!
Thinking about loads of things i am theoretically to do, but i'm definetely to lazy for'em now.
Tomorrow's Saturday, a good day. I'm going to Coffeebean in the morning, for a cup of cappucino and a biscotti, and in the evening we're all heading to Pushino, to celebrate Granny's birthday. Ah, Pushino, the town of my childhood. Don't like coming back there, francly. Every time i'm there it seems to me that i defile a sacred place with my adulthood. And lose a little bit of what has been saved and lives inside me.
And than i recall what was i like while being there a couple of years ago, and that makes me so bitterly ashamed.
- Feeling:
tired - Listening to :Rolling Stones - Wild Horses
I have just watched one of the most hopeful and humanistic films ever made. And not only does it state that a great mind is great in everything, it also proves that a person can accomplish much much more, than we're used to think he can.
Through the horror of being lost in the world of his fantasies, John Nash (i'd like to stress that i mean only the character, not the real man) proves being a fantastically strong person, not just a genius in maths, but a genius in understanding the hidden mechanisms of life and mind. Which i consider a lot more important. Here, in this film, there is a proof that anything can be thought matamatically about, that everything is just a number of formules, that our world itself is just a huge formule. But, instead of expectations, that doesn't make you depressed. Because only a man of a "beautiful mind" can understand this mechanisms, and that is he who has to face problems of the same level as his knowledge.
A really, really optimistic film, though the first couple of times i saw it, i couldn't help breaking to tears in the middle.
And i'm sorry for being that vain, but the man sets the standard here! If it is possible for humans to battle their own minds and win, what IS impossible for us?
Interesting, that the translation of the heading to russian is very unprecise - it actually sais "Mind Games", and that makes you forget about the main idea. THROUGH the mind games, but TO the beauty and power.
I always wanted to show this film to my maths teacher, whom i admire. I think she'd like it. I definelely will.
And if everything showed truly is biographical, than God bless the man he is.
- Feeling:
hopeful - Listening to : Patti Smith - People have the power.
- Listening to :Mika - Interpretation
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