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Saturday, April 28, 2012

Alexander Blok

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She is as clear as light,but always mystery,
Her presents is a lucid dream,
She comes with vibrant speeches,
And after her – there is always spring.

Right here, she sits and talks.
She likes to tease me
Implies that all boys know
About her love fire secret.

I’m her fool, I can’t be strict

To her impulsive speeches,
I am serene observer; I sense her fear
In glowing eyes and shivering shoulders.

Now her intoxicating deepness
Get gently into my soul
And then I fall in love with her,
And we indulge in verses-read

Then all of the sudden she interrupts

Sparkles her icy wrist
Insists that power of passion is
Nothing before cold mind!

 


Monday, April 09, 2012

Would you Date or Marry a Short Man?

Pushkin-Natalie Pushkin and his wife Natalie

Polanski_large Roman Polanski and wife Emmanuelle Seigner

Stewart_largePenny Lancaster and Rod Stewart    

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Do they look right to you?

I heard somehow that in the past people were much smaller then us. For example, I read somewhere that Julius Caesar was just 5.3 tall.

Here are famous men who would be shorten than me. I am 5.6 and I love to wear high hills

5.4

Mozart, Beethoven, Picasso, Michael J. Fox (BACK TO THE FUTURE), Charlie Kaufman screenwrite and director of Being John Malkovich or Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Welsh professional golfer Ian Woosnam

 

5.5

Pushkin, Charlie Chaplin,Roman Polanski, Woody Allen, Lenin, William Faulkner, Sonny Bono, Dalai Lama, son of John Lennon Sean Lennon, Niccolo Paganini, Frankie Valli, a founding member of the beach Boys Al Jardine, unique voice Scorpions singer Klaus Meine,  actor Tom Hollander, Polish-American pianist Arthur Rubinstein

 

5.6

Nicolas Sarkozy, Bono, Billy Boyd, Harry Potter actor Daniel Radcliffe, Tonny Scott, Andy Williams, James Brown, Shevchenko, Argentinian foorball star Diego Maradona, Phil Collins,  founder of Depeche Mode Martin Gore, Brian Jones one of the founders of The Rolling Stones, Flea the bassist for Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Bruce Dickinson, Robert Rossen, Willie Nelson, Mike Bloomberg, Martin Luther King, Napoleon, Stalin, Mussolini

 

5.7

Tom Cruise, Putin, Kurt Cobain, Al Pacino, Bruce lee, Frank Sinatra, Dustin Hoffman, Mark Wahlberg, Lenny Kravitz, Ben Stiller, Jean Gabin, Metallica guitalist Kirk Hammett, George Lucas, Eddie Izzard, The Who vocalist Roger Daltrey, Martin Sheen, Jon Stewart, Broz Tito, Billy Crystal, Ludacris, Davis Suchet, Sigmund Freud, Bob Marley, Salvador Dali, Antonio Banderas, James Dean, Steven Spielberg, Bob Dylan,  Elton John, Pele, Moby, Edgar Hoover, Ridley Scott, Tony Bennett


Friday, April 06, 2012

You Can Not Define Love

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Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Who Do I Want?

I want to fall in love with an intellectual man. I think it is very close, I know it is there. I need someone who uses intellect in either a professional or an individual capacity. It is enough having fools around, it is not even funny. I had have too many fools around; it makes me look like a fool myself. I think I learned my lessons... enough! Even though I look like a hero protecting and helping all the ignorant men who were dating me, it hasn't really serve me personally. Now I regret that I even involved myself with those people.  It looks like they were just taking advantage of me, I think. I did one thing right in my life I have to admit that. It was very smart of me to get married to the physicist, so my child is a very smart kid and he is all about science and education. I like to learn things myself. I know many different subject; I am pretty much a selflearner. I learned medicine and art and biology myself. I went to school to get my BS in computer science.  I love reading books about science theories and about people. I want to have someone to be able to talk about those sujects. Is that too much to ask for? 


Monday, March 19, 2012

198 Years of Taras Shevchenko

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When I die, I want to be buried

Inside my motherland,

At the center of the prairie,

Where I can listen heart beats

Of my beloved Ukraine

There I can see steep country slopes

And listen wild roars of Dnieper river

 

I’ll wait inside until

My river grabs all human foes and through them
Into the abyss of deepest sea
Then I will leave my tomb
And fields and mountains -
I’ll leave them all to fly to Heaven
And then I’ll pray,

But until that day I'll refuse to pray.

So, bury me and rise,
Break heavy chains
In bloody fight you’ll gain your freedom
And when new family gets all together
Remember to say softly
Kind words about me.

Testament (Zapovit)

When I am dead, bury me
In my beloved Ukraine,
My tomb upon a grave mound high
Amid the spreading plain,
So that the fields, the boundless steppes,
The Dnieper's plunging shore
My eyes could see, my ears could hear
The mighty river roar.

When from Ukraine the Dnieper bears
Into the deep blue sea
The blood of foes ... then will I leave
These hills and fertile fields --
I'll leave them all and fly away
To the abode of God,
And then I'll pray .... But till that day
I nothing know of God.

Oh bury me, then rise ye up
And break your heavy chains
And water with the tyrants' blood
The freedom you have gained.
And in the great new family,
The family of the free,
With softly spoken, kindly word
Remember also me.

— Taras Shevchenko,
25 December 1845, Pereiaslav
Translated by John Weir, Toronto, 1961

Заповіт

Як умру, то поховайте
Мене на могилі,
Серед степу широкого,
На Вкраїні милій,
Щоб лани широкополі,
І Дніпро, і кручі
Було видно, було чути,
Як реве ревучий.

Як понесе з України
У синєє море
Кров ворожу... отойді я
І лани, і гори —
Все покину і полину
До самого бога
Молитися... а до того
Я не знаю бога.

Поховайте та вставайте,
Кайдани порвіте
І вражою злою кров'ю
Волю окропіте.
І мене в сiм'ї великій,
В сiм'ї вольній, новій,
Не забудьте пом'янути
Незлим тихим словом.

— Тарас ШЕВЧЕНКО
25 грудня 1845,
в Переяславі



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