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  • Размышления на закате дня
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    Я иногда думаю о том, как справится со своим миром вне и внутри себя. Это процесс сложный и витееватый. Однако, как и любой человек я расту духовно и морально, пытаясь разобраться в разных проблемах, которые меня тревожат или беспокоят. Это сложно.  

    Когда я думаю о будущем — я становлюсь мечтателем и в некоторой степени глупцом. Скажу больше — полным идиотом! Но, если нет мечты, то нет и желания жить.  

    Жить одним днем выходит не всегда, но я очень стараюсь сохранять здоровый и непоказной оптимизм — скажу честно — с утра не выходит. Днем уже проще. Вечером даже перебор. Так устроена моя биохимия. Так устроен мой мозг. 

    Если говорить проще, то все это связано с заболеванием. Но я проедпочитаю слово особенность. Это, безусловно, эвфемизм. Но он помогает почууствовать себя сильнее и чище. Он дает возможность проще относиться к себе и к предубеждениям со стороны окружающих. Мне это больше по душе.  

    Конечно, это не панацея — но это очень действенное слово. 

    Поэтому, подводя итог, я могу сказать тем, кого мучают чувство вины, уныние, тоска и вообще тяжко на душе …  

    Терпите. Ждите. Верьте в себя. Используйте любые костыли. В кавычках, конечно. Держитесь, в эти непростые времена и любите жизнь. Новой не будет.  

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    I sometimes think about ways of dealing with my world outside and inside me. It is complicated and twisted process. However, like all of us, I am growing spiritually and morally, trying to make comprehend various issues that are troubling or bothering me. It’s complicated.  

    When I think about the future — I become a dreamer and a fool. I’ll say more — a complete idiot! But if there is no dream, there is no desire to live.  

    It is not always possible to live day by day, but I try very hard to keep a healthy and unpretentious optimism — to be honest, it does not work in the morning. In the afternoon it’s easier. In the evening, it’s is too much. That’s the way my biochemistry works. That’s how my brain works. 

    To put it more simply, it’s all about the illness. But I don’t like word. It’s certainly a euphemism. But it helps me feel stronger and purer. It makes you feel better about yourself and live up with the prejudices of others. I like it better this way.  

    Of course it’s not a miraculous cure, but it’s a very effective word. 

    So, to sum up, I can say to those who are tormented by guilt, sadness, longing and heavy mental and physical struggles …  

    Be patient. Wait. Believe in yourself. Use any crutches. In commas, of course. Hang in there, during these difficult times, and love life. There won’t be a new one.

    Nikki.

  • Great book that refers to Orwell 1984

    The plot’s setting is a post-apocalyptic world where the majority of people live either in a poor, technologically backwards Urkaina [sic] (not to be confused with the present Ukraine, though the pun is likely intended) with about 300 million Russian speaking inhabitants with a capital city «Slava» or in a technologically advanced artificial flying city «Big Byz» (or «Byzantium») which is locked in the sky above Urkaina and has a population of about 30 million, where English is used only as a Church language, Russian is used for regular communication.[3]

    Действие сюжета происходит в постапокалиптическом мире, где большинство людей живет либо в бедной, технологически отсталой Уркаине (не путать с нынешней Украиной, хотя каламбур, вероятно, подразумевается) с примерно 300 миллионами русскоязычных жителей со столицей «Слава» или в технологически продвинутом искусственном летающем городе «Big Byz» (или «Византия»), который заперт в небе над Уркаиной и имеет население около 30 миллионов человек, где английский используется только как церковный язык, а русский используется для обычного общения». [3]

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    First edition (publ. Эксмо)S.N.U.F.F. is a science fiction novel by Russian writer Victor Pelevin published in 2011.

    Hi there fellows. I wanted to recommend this book to those who like utopias of a modern Russian author Viktor Pelevin. I am sure you know, that this book is written in many languages. Pelevin is one the most prolific and concrete writers in modern world. I absolutely adore his prose. There are all sort of storytelling quirks and revelations. He is a genius — it is a fact. Of course, his early books like Omon Ra, Generation P, and many more — you name it, were about a period of 90’s in Russia. These books depict lifes of protagonists with humor, sarcasm, esoterica and existential diversity. I have read these books when I was a teenager. His new books evolved into something else. Like all writers, Pelevin is growingly stepping towards being one of my favorite modern authors. He is extremely prophetic and his way of writing is sublime. It is absolutely a must to read at least one page of his short novels. Then you become absolutely addicted to his talent.

    Здравствуйте, друзья. Я хотел порекомендовать эту книгу тем, кто любит утопии современного российского автора Виктора Пелевина. Я уверен, вы знаете, что эта книга написана на многих языках. Пелевин — один из самых плодовитых и цельных писателей в современном мире. Я просто обожаю его прозу. В ней есть всевозможные сюжетные причуды и откровения. Он гений — это факт. Конечно, его ранние книги, такие как «Омон Ра», «Поколение П» были посвящены периоду 90-х годов в России. В этих книгах жизнь главных героев показана с юмором, сарказмом, эзотерикой и экзистенциальным разнообразием. Я читал эти книги, когда был подростком. Его новые книги превратились в нечто иное. Как и все писатели, Пелевин развился эволюционно и стал одним из любимых современных писателей поколения. Он чрезвычайно пророческий прозаик, а его манера письма восхитительна. Обязательно нужно прочитать хотя бы одну страницу из его коротких романов. Тогда вы станете абсолютно зависимы от его таланта.

  • Do not spend your time in physical body to wine and sorrow… Sometimes it is better to have some rest from emotions.

    Contact with nature,

    Work with the body.

    Flee from your madness.

    And try to get studied.

    Listen to voices…

    Of birds, or your buddies.

    Newer reflect of the days,

    That have passed.

    Live now and here.

    Give me five.

    As farewell to the party.

  • Summer sunshine

    Arch of Triumph

    “We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.»

    Erich maria remarque.

    We live inside our inner trobles.

    We try to deal with inner fears.

    We lie, we speak the truth…

    Whatewer…

    I’ve seen the Sun today…

    I have seen rainy shadows,

    I’ve seen the rainbow,

    Full of colours…

    I am now dealing with my soul,

    I do pretend sometimes…

    That I am an actor,

    Or speaker…

    I do it…

    Then i suffer…

    Because my stage is here.

    On this white page.

    I write this verse…

    It’s bleak and stressfull.

    But…

    I wan’t it to be less routine.

    I’m melanchlolic now.

    But someday…

    I will be optimistic man.

    I am a child.

    With some creations.

    I am a man of word.

    I never promise,

    If I cannot resolve,

    The given word.

    So…

    Be safe and truly happy.

    Be kind and do no harm.

    Be loved and love your body.

    Be strong.

    And never stay in pain again.

    When I refer to some creations,

    I do believe in power…

    That is obsolete.

    I have been seeing for moment.

    And have gone back to body,

    To repeat…

    My journey.

    Like friend and relative…

    My journey on this planet.

    Like brother and my grannies pal.

    Stay safe and never be exhausted.

    Sometimes we do not give a shit.

    But, when the time comes.

    You’ll see slim shady,

    That may forever…

    Change your life.

    07/26/2022

  • #bookreview: Songs of Heartstrings: Poems of Gratitude and Beatitude

    Click on book cover to purchase from Amazon. My Review Reading Miriam Hurdle’s poetry collection, Songs of Heartstrings: Poems of Gratitude and Beatitude, I was immediately struck by the poems’ depth and breadth of reflection. The maturity of these contemplative poems brought to mind educational reformer John Dewey’s definition of reflective thinking as a meaning-making […]

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  • Life is so boring at times

    Love pleads to those, who can give it to others….

    Today I am celebrating my friends birthday!

    He is a fella of mine.

    We know each other for almost 30 years.

    He is very giving.

    He is very kind.

    His name is Leo.

    And he is my pal.

    He is helping others.

    He helped me so many times.

    I have so much respect.

    Towards him.

    Леонид!

    С днем варенья!

    Ты, как мужик всегда был крепок!

    Ты, как мой друг всегда был верен.

    Ты, как наш кореш — навсегда полезен.

    В том, что касается добра.

    Ты не скупой, ты очень смелый.

    Ты, блять, мой отличный ФЭЛЛА!

    Давай поднимем Чарки!

    И выпьем за Тебя!

    Ты наш защитник,

    Мы твоя деревня…

    Дворовая семья.

    Мы все простые парни…

    Но, ты, сегодня Главный.

    Ура!

    Ура!

    УРА!

    21,07,22.

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    I listen to this song,

    I feel the rhythm.

    I fell the soul…

    I see them singing.

    I see the pain,

    I see the love.

    I see the poor,

    No money…

    But the song,

    Is not about money,

    It is about love…

    Embodied in their choir.

    I comprehend the style.

    I do adore their smiles.

    This music is eternal.

    So is their voice.

    Nobody can win the culture.

    Whatever is the cause,

    Pure talent keeps us strong.

    And music has no language…

    Music has no gender.

    Music is made for defending,

    From all our broken hearts.

  • You are beautiful

    It is so yummu…

    When sun is in the sky,

    It is so lovely…

    I am so high…

    I am looking at the sea

    And see the universe.

    I see the hearts,

    Of those,

    Who left us.

    My granddad,

    My grannies…

    My loving mommy.

    Is here with me.

    My love is like a fountain,

    It sparks.

    It does remind me

    The champagne.

    This love is only thing.

    That gives me power…

    Some hope is also added.

    And faith is there on the line.

    Try,

    Correct,

    Find…

    Loose to reunite…

    Get up and try…

    Loose faith…

    To get it fresh.

    Without evil.

    Nikki.

    07/16/2022.

  • Что? Где? Когда?

    What? Where? When?

    Do not play chess with your heart…

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    I am Crusified by my Saviour.

    I am standing tall with my Maker.

    I am a rotten big tomato.

    I am Crusified with these words.

    Though, I won’t cry.

    Neither, I will do pretend.

    That His love is endless.

    Chosse your path with reason.

    There are so many pathes around.

    Never try to sell tour body.

    To those using it as a bag.

    Love your granny, sister, brother…

    Love your mommy.

    Love your Father.

    Forevers yours,

    Nikki.

  • Жизнь.
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    Мы, как друзья.

    Милы, любимы, и, бескрайне.

    Мы… Счастливы.  

    На нашем Свете. 

    Когда душа, и, тело… 

    Ждут победы, 

    То сердце…  

    Злобою кипит. 

    Не слеп никто из нас. 

    Мы родились, однажды… 

    Вместе. На одной Планете. 

    И, нам, так сложно… 

    С достоинством.

    Eе прожить. 

    Чтобы, смиренно…

     Господу… 

    Ее отдать. 

    Она взлетит. 

    Как, Ангелы… 

    И, голуби простятся.

    Мы в ответе.

    За детей. 

    И, тех.

    Кто нас.

    Сей, Жизни, научил.

    Никита.

    08.07.2022.

  • We are becoming evil for no reason…

    We are in deep and damp ashtray

    We see no peace

    We make a claim

    We do no harm

    But we do mess

    When take a part

    Or say no more

    Don’t try to tell

    Don’t try to shout

    Do not become an enemy

    To any life

    We all will die

    We do not care

    About our faith

    We do our best

    To bring them up

    But they are out

    To stay on their feet

    As they need to go out

    And have some drink

    To smoke some fag

    To try a drug

    We life forever

    That I know for sure

    Don’t kill a child

    Don’t make a mother cry

    Or else you will get punished

    And forever stay in hell and die

    Keep your body and soul fine

    Don’t try to be the best

    But try

    To be with God

    And we will surely forever stay alive.

    Nikita.

    06/97/2022

  • Italian verse

    Siamo un po’ più vicini ora #

    Non possiamo essere separati
    Vediamo, sentiamo
    Che fretta abbiamo?
    Camminiamo attraverso i boschi, la strada è lunga
    C’è gioia nei miei occhi
    Che ho tanto bisogno
    E i pini ondeggiano
    Stiamo andando verso il mare
    Il tempo è brutto
    Ma non ci interessa
    Né vento né tempesta
    Io e Katya andiamo
    In un luogo dove non è male
    Dove siamo solo noi due.

  • Размышления на закате дня
    Я иногда думаю о том, как справится со своим миром вне и внутри себя. Это процесс сложный и витееватый. Однако, как и любой человек я расту духовно и морально, пытаясь […]
  • Great book that refers to Orwell 1984
    The plot’s setting is a post-apocalyptic world where the majority of people live either in a poor, technologically backwards Urkaina [sic] (not to be confused with the present Ukraine, though the pun is […]

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