02/18/2013
It still surprises me – how one can live like me now: working 5 days a week only in the evenings (well, except weekend), having so much free time – and still be short of time, still struggle to find a minute for herself? Now I have only French college and work and I can’t realize my plans for a day completely, I don’t have time just to sit and to think, time to write, time to create, time to embroider. I was supposed to have a “weekend” today and to have a lot of stuff to be done. But for 10 pm now the score is only “commentaire pour Donatienne” and “questionnaire et l’information sur un stage à Vologda”. Not too bad but only 20% of scheduled. And more new duties are entering my world – a state exam is imminent and I have to get ready. I don’t attach too much importance to it though.
Anyway some pleasures and a time for beloved people is always booked. My sister is really nice and sweet, and nephew is about being inimitable. We all had a great time in café and horsing around at home after.
Can’t find the illustration to Brusov “Earth axis” – the name of the picture is “Last martyrs”. Two kissing figures. How precise! We are torturing ourselves with loves and passions, going on a fire of our own free will, confessing our delusions as a world faith.
A quote of today: Ray Bradbury “Dandelion wine”:
A love is when you want to spend with someone all four seasons. When you want to run away with someone from a spring storm to hide under a blossoming lilac and to berry and to swim in the river in summer. To make a jam together and to seal up windows in fall. To help to go through a cold and to while away long evenings in winter.
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