Food for pen

No Blank  page to be left No blank stare to be had Be yourself… No, it’s not my attempt at English Language poetry, far from it. It’s just one of my favourite past-times: play on words. Words, letters, comas and full stops are there to be played with. I do not know much about grammar,…

If only I knew…

Dear Svetlana, I bring you Good Tidings to your 2006… Please don’t rush. Please do not go into hospital for this dreaded operation. “C” monster is not the end of the world or road. Wait. Listen. Seek. There is a way for you to be healthy, strong, energetic and happy woman and mother without cutting out a…

Castle in the clouds

My Imaginary Friend grew up to be me… I think My Princes Iliza (this is exact spelling of the name I made up) has been with me as long as I can remember being able to form sentences in my head. Forever))). My Princess lives in the castle in the clouds, has a wide variety of magical…

Bliss you Marriage

I am blessed. I’ve had an epiphany. I know now, what is Epitome of married life is. No, it’s not a house-husband. I’d kill myself if that was the case. This is my step-dad. My daughter’s one and only grandad. He’s been long-haul truck driver most of his life. He loves fishing and poker, comedies and Russian…

If you lie to me

Sweet Little Lies are deep, sweet and a bit tangy drink that we’d rather get drunk on… They are sweet. They are pretty. They are an escape from reality, from truth that is ugly, from truth that hurts. This Saturday morning I conducted a quick research in my own kitchen. I’ve asked my parents, my daughter…

Spare a moment

Why don’t you Spare a moment for… to see the sky first thing in the  morning, when you walk out of the house to watch street lights running by when you are driving at night to watch sea wave licking the shore   to listen to the quiet of the suburban street when the rush hours…

Grain of salt is way better

than Grain of truth, don’t you think? No matter how many times they tell you that truth is always better. Sometimes, you’d love to be lied to, to be protected, to be in the unknown, to be ignorant. At those times, you much prefer to laugh it off, to smile it off, to kiss it off or…

Текст без смысла, на то он и “текст”

Когда не знаешь, о чем писать и что писать, пиши именно об этом – о дырке в мозгах. Пиши о состоянии, когда ты ни о чем не можешь думать, как бы не морщила лоб и не сдвигала брови. Ну, нет мыслей и все тут. Нет идей. Нет плана. Нет героев и героинь. Да и настроения…

Live and learn

Learning There is a saying in Russian that translates into something like ‘live a century, learn a century’. I think there is a similar saying in every possible language on Earth. The one in English is ‘live and learn’. It basically means, we never stop learning. As long as we live, breathe, think, feel or…

Что-то мне не пишется

Я не пишу. Уже много лет ничего не пишу. Вернее не так, я пишу только то, что связано с работой, с бизнесом. Я помогаю дочери писать сочинения и рефераты. Я пишу сценарии и радио-программы. Но “своего” я уже давно ничего не пишу. Раньше я писала постоянно. Когда мне было больно я писала особенно много и,…

Time for a cup of dream

Dream I saw this post of Facebook yesterday: a set of Paris images (always nice and dreamy) and a comment ‘a woman should always have time for a cup of dream’… It rings true, doesn’t it. It sounds right even in our rational, cold, impulsive, 25-images-per-second world. We get bored easily. We get tired easily….

Мы боимся чужого горя

Этот блог я могла да и хотела назвать “горе – явление заразительное” или даже “все мы одиноки в своем горе”… ибо именно так оно и есть. Мы изо всех сил сторонимся чужого горя. Даже Зеланд говорит,  что пока мы не вникаем в плохие новости, нам они не страшны, и на нашу проекцию жизни они не…