Our local poetess Lidia Spitsyna visited us not long ago with her new verses impromptu. Here they are in my translation: “Here are the different rules, And different “ego”s there are: No-one wants to see no-ones, To live just for what you are. No-one listens to no-ones, Does not accept even the tears, Estranged themselves…
They say if a stork swirls up the nest near one’s house, it is a good omen. When a stork brings a baby to one’s house, it’s the omen which doubles the benefit. No sooner than flies the stork, Open the window, dork. Look at the clock, There’s nothing to cork. The long-legged bird: Happiness…
Leaving the Zhukovsky forest once, You’ve appeared on the spacey path, Who knows that it can be a relief, From long-lasting stress-belief. Pine ridge is full of real breath, Happiness to be and health, Happiness which almost forgotten, Enables one’s recovery and grace. Little pine-fir trees, evergreen and merry, Line up in straight rows, To…
Every time when a person goes on pension, one thinks about what to do next. It’s good when one had a hobby during his or her whole life, but if not, what to do ? In any case, one needs to listen to oneself, to his/her inner voice. What does it prompt to you? The…
On one hot jungle day the Monkey was exercising herself around the banana tree. She made a couple of salte mortale and a few turn arounds. Then picked up a single banana fruit and began moving it in circles along the nearest river, every time watching who is staring at her. Evidently she wanted to…
It happens sometimes that you hold an old photograph in your hands and admire it. We hold it with awe as if it is an antique thing, being afraid to damage it by accident, carefully gaze at it, some while with a magnifying lens. Ah, this old photograph-“vignette of the old gist”, how dear you…
Today in our workshop we are meeting two girls, one is called Sofia who is from Slovakia, she was celebrating her 5th Birthday last month. But she knows very well how to use camera, she did her self’s, it is introduced here, and as one can see that it is not a bad looking photograph (self-portrait)…
“Listen, Gleb,” addressed Artem to his 2,4 y.o. son. “Look around! And listen to the Nature.” The little explorer was for the fist time in the forest: all trees seemed to him to be giants, reflections of the light were changing every second. “Look, Dad,” “What’s this?” asked he, pointing at the sun ray on…
“O’key”, said Olivia to Rapanzel while awakening in the morning after good and healthy sleep, the girls looked at each other, and smiled: so they slept in one and the same bed, on one and the same pillow, covering themselves with one and the same comforter, sharing everything equally as if two true sisters. “All…
On one brilliant Indian Summer day the girl named Rapunzel flew, from the brothers’ Grimm’s fairy-tale “Rapunzel” to the Olivia’s window. The morning was splendid. Mom and Dad were very busy somewhere. So, Olivia was alone. In the bright sunshine beam she saw fluffy fair hair of the girl and her big sparkling blue eyes….