03.08.2013

03.08.2013

It’s unbelievable! The whole day I’m thinking about sitting calmly in the evening and finally registering all my thoughts and impressions of the day, and finally got the comfortable position for writing don’t have anything useful in my mind! It’s so annoying. I should either have a recorder to save my momentary emotions or sudden revelations or to make myself concentrate really profoundly.    

Starting from yesterday when I’ve watched eventually this grandstanding French movie “L’amour” which actually is unquestionably genius but pretty sore to watch. The whole movie represents the dying of a paralyzed woman and her husband who takes care of her while suffering from not being able to make her feel better and from being bound to see how his beloved women is tormented. The action is incredibly long and uneventful but this nothing-is-happening and an emptiness of some moments only make the viewer feel a drama much deeply. You almost sense physically this hopelessness and pain in the silence of lots of shots. It is exactly how it goes in our life – nothing deserving a movie or a book, nothing really dramatic usually happens to us, our tragedies are mediocre. But they are deep and serious for us, they make us, change us, effect us, sometimes ruin us and sometimes bring us back. But at all events, the movie was pretty hard to watch even though there was so much love in it, and it perfectly contrasted with the feeling of tragedy in every move. And after all they both are happy – they had a long, joyful and replete life together, going hand in hand. Why then does the movie have this complicated effect on viewer’s feeling and emotional state? Well, may be, it’s what all genius works have…

Another strong element of my high spirits is the time spent with my “little family” this week – peaceful Monday evening with flowers from my sister, delicious meat (how can I refuse?) cooked by her (I eat meat only at her and she reliably keeps my secret) and happy Max’s face in the children club and her refuse to let me leave in the evening. Wednesday with amazing kinder garden play while being incredibly proud of my “superstar” nephew and so pleasant feeling of being “mama” and dancing with my kid. That was how happy days started – from me beautiful sister, from chitchat of my nephew through my still being asleep, from a fragrant cup of coffee made for me by Nastya’s mother-in-law, from small yellow Kolobok scampering around the hall.

And on Friday the best day ever – the spring holiday (well, it was freezing and unpleasantly windy) completely spent with my charming sister and not less charming nephew (well, today he was pretty often nasty). So many interesting things to see and to learn. Firstly, this wonderful snakes exhibition – I’ve never touched a piton (it’s so magnetic and magic), I’ve never seen so beautiful snakes and I’ve never had an old snake skin in my wallet (or getting more money in it)! Do you know that you shouldn’t touch a snake not when it’s hungry but when it’s just eaten? If they are digesting at the time you take them in hands different pieces of their victims (harmful parts – as bones for instance) would move in their gullet making them having a bellyache what no one would be fun of, right? So have you seen anyone in a good mood not biting others when he/she has a bellyache? Me neither. 

Second place – unforgettable exhibition “A stone flower” – marvelous oeuvres of nature made from jewels. A world of miracles when you almost hear a soniferous voice of a small brook of a crystal or delicate odor of the first spring may lilies of a jasper and some white precious stone which I don’t remember a name. A world of alive beauty.

And for the bright conclusion a French evening in the park Hermitage with delicious honey cake “For my beloved mum” and real French croissants, with hot punch and warm coffee, with such familiar sound of Paris accordion and favorite Piaf songs, with Max dancing in the middle of the crowd and creating everyone’s smiles, with a small fragile tulip presented to me by Max who got it from a fantastically amusing and nice mime. Also with frozen legs, warming up by hugging a gas burner and chattering because of the cold. And in the very end my beloved nephew with his favorite book about Ally from Kansas (it actually never came to my mind before that beautiful in Russian spelling Элли is actually pretty mediocre English Ally) and tons of his poking about questions and his ravishing laughter. Sweetly sleeping now for have “tomorrow” as soon as possible…

P.S. Don’t want to forget a very interesting and informative Sarah’s blog about her life in Indonesia – she definitely has to publish all of that in America – it would be a relevance for a lot of people! Also her style is so literate and readable at the same time that I bet writing is one of her talents! I wish I can have such a great blog with so much information, knowledge, discoveries, revelations and deep thoughts about life, countries, religious, feelings and a lot of other important things that we usually don’t notice, while they are way serious in our life. I even had a dream about translating her book into Russian… And I wish I can write in English like her.