winter

Dilya, do you want to go to Cuba for a week on Monday? 700 bucks: tickets, visa, hotel.

a voice from under papers: I doo!!

I'd be eager to send all the essays, tests, deadlines and especially, with exceptional pleasure this



to Mars, and recharge myself with sun, sea, cuban jazz and color. But responsibilities hold me tight to Moscow where sun appears for no longer than 5 minutes on average per week.

sweetness

dreams

it's great to realize what I really want.

it's awful to understand that chances are .00001%

but my optimist nature gives me enough idiotism to believe in these .00001%

also my nature stubborness gives me enough 'dont-give-a-shittism' to those who think that they know better than me where to go and what to be. My life should be lived by me, ain't it?

to hell all your MBA's, masters in economics and finances, management and accounting, banking and enterprises. Once again: to hell!

Did you ever see an elephant climbing a tree? You know why not? Because elephants are not meant to climb the trees. I am not meant to analyze the finances. This makes my brains twitch. (with all due respect to these proffesions)

future dream of all girls

smart, humorous, ironic, sweet and very wise for his age, my lil 'barashka'

let's swim to the moon, a-ha!

I and I

thank you, Masha

empty chair

You love music, and browse billboards for some excellent concert.
You find a concert and buy a ticket, long in advance, half a year or so.
Then you fall sick and nobody can locate where cancer cells come from.
Then you die.
And your seat stays empty all concert.

I love to go to the conservatoire. Addicted to it. If I am not there for a month, I have a withdrawal. It gives 2 hours of pure pleasure. Love to be there alone. I close my eyes, music helps to put thoughts in order.

This time I was in this empty chair. Bach was wonderful as usual.

september is about to end

and I still do not believe in my summer. it was so cinematographic.

every tiny detail was filled with friends' smiles, laughter, warmth and craziness.

smiles, strangers, friends, sunrises, mountains, parents, home, trains, plains, St. Petersburg, Issyk-Kul, concerts...

all summer our umbrellas were lying deep in the closets, in how many rains we'd all have got, playing freesbee in the thunderstorms, biking in the rain for hours, crossing bridges, screaming with excitement on empty night streets filled with numerous lights.

i remember how we got into this huge rain on our way to Travis concert, and how we were all getting dry there, singing our throats away to their songs. how they, when the concert was over, came out again, grouped around one microphone and started singing again, accompanied just by acoustic guitar. Or this dream-like concert of Massive Attack in St. Petersburg: white night, open air, perfect sound..They took me to another dimension.

how we, young and stupid, were testing our alcohol limits, jumping into the swimming pool all dressed and then running home across the park, drenched, drunk and happy, making it to last metro-train.

how we were meeting golden sunrises, either dancing all night away, or studying with 6 cups of coffee.

how we'd buy spontaneously tickets to st. petersburg catching trains on the last minute, how we'd walk all day and all night around the city, exploring each little street, every little cafe, how unreal everything would seem in the morning.

how empty, tiny and bitter i felt, how all words stuck inside and i couldn't say anything to Dasha when her mother had died, taking her away from sorrow to Issyk-Kul, this peaceful and quiet place.

and how one country was following me even there...in umbrellas, in colors, in green-white-red ice-cream :-)

what joy and fun do my parents bring, always in love, always young and fresh, joking and laughing. all these warm, cozy home evenings, listening to music, playing piano, having tea-conversations with my dad, cuddling with best of all cats Nusha, eating enormous amounts of fruits, baking in the 45* Sunshine

how i love every tiny feature of people that are around me, how diverse and wonderful they all are. thank you for making my routine so un-routine like.

bye-bye dear summer..

autumn came in bringing cold but beautiful weather, outdoor fun has moved to indoor movies/tea/games/ and this song is a good soundtrack to September:

http://crocodilya.com/music/blue%20alert.mp3

evolution

1992 

2008

my cousin Renata, who is my closest friend from the times we could say only 'mama'. 

the dorm>>>trash photos

historical moment.. Di and Altynai are cooking! 

in the dorm there is always little space, it is always crowded, always stuffed. 

in the dorm you become amateur acrobat (balancing between three girls' stuff, and each has minimum 20 pairs of shoes and three suit-cases of dresses ^__^)

in the dorm you learn what real patience is.

in the dorm you learn how to maximize use of minimum space

in the dorm boys always "confuse" girls shower with theirs.

and it is always so much fun!!

jedi fight :D

my hair is now long enough for a little tail

charade: Kamil is showing 'Silicon Valley' 

today was a good day for some music

moment of the day

every lunchtime at work, while my 'koreans' eat, i prefer to have a walk instead of food.
even if it rains.

today, while walking between puddles with my umbrella, was listening to
'on the sunny side of the street'. right at the moment i thought how ironic it is, to be walkin the in rain and listen to it, the sun came out making my side of the street sunny.