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It is very strange now represent people who are not employed specifically does that go in the evenings, say, in cafes and clubs to socialize with other people. I communicate with Zinoviev, Hannibal, Gippius, Anna Mar and A. MIREA. Ever since Aristotle, Plato, Boileau, Kant, Schiller, Hegel. Even with Thomas, Ira, Sveta and Eugene. Sometimes with Julia and Oleg. That's all. House, University. And nowhere do not want anymore. That's interesting, they have time to ensure that all of this to come up and write. Write a lot too. However, according to studies. But still interesting. I want to will soon take up the closer.
And I want to show you the text written for credit in pedagogy.
about a hedgehog.
Funny, perhaps, will read someday the memoirs of contemporaries about the other great contemporary.
Instead of "personal diary and letters - not by chance that when she wrote in her blog ..." or "The letter my best friend 'pussycat_doll' she noted ... "

So, about my childhood trauma:
It was in first grade.
First of all I must say that I was a" good girl "from the childhood. The kindergarten reading a lot (most impressed by the "Two Captains" Benjamin Kaverina and tales Lydia Chara), copied and illustrated Pushkin's poem (first, remember, was "The sky breathed autumn ...") - and terribly anxious to go to school and learn.
very worried when parents decided to put me in first class than six, and seven years, 'prolong childhood, "as they say - as if I needed!
I remember I came to testing for a future first-graders, as there was a square of some geometric figures, as I sincerely praised the teacher. I identified the strongest class. The first "W" (first-graders that year was very much due to the explosion of births in 1986 to the year). This letter has not been certainly nobody else!
Introduction the school with a strict head teacher and a good director, "my first teacher," a stern and a bit nervous face, scary, scary but interesting. And "we all learned little by little, all in a row and accurately.
do not know how other schools, but we have a first class, do not put ratings on a scale of five - instead of their classroom rukovoditelnitsa put us in the notebooks of different print (if they were generally popular - variety, color, depicting dinosaurs, stars and everything, whatever). System was introduced notations. For some, it seems, the sun meant "satisfactory", something else - good, but the hedgehog skiing means - "excellent." Still sought after. In first grade children are not embarrassed to be an excellent student.
I do not remember for what exactly and when - but once you fall, I opened a proven notebook and found him there. Treasured hedgehog skiing, deep-blue, a little smear ink.
My joy was almost unlimited - the first whack! All evening, I opened the notebook to look at it again, did their homework, looked back at the hedgehog - and decided that he was too sad. Picked markers and painted it carefully with your colors, respecting boundaries, accurately and vividly.
Once again we passed the laptop to check, and there were no signs of trouble. The next day, when all were given homework checked, my was not among them. "My notebook with my own color hedgehog was gone!" - I was scared. But no. Better Had she gone.
I saw it in the hands of the classroom and instructor for suspected mischief. She looked at me, raised her notebook, demonstrating my hedgehog around class, and pathetically beginning: "My children, listen!" It turned out that the pens that the hedgehog was painted, leaked onto the back side of notebook sheet. AND While all this "outrage" has been in the fields, without interfering, so the workspace page, it is obviously outraged aesthetic taste (or rather - regulatory representation) teacher. She sternly shook notebook in the air, screaming that so do children, it is impossible! (It generally has been very incontinence).
Nightmare my life, until my heartfelt only in the imagination - when reading the tales of heavy moments Chara. I - a negative example, a slut, universal ridicule. Children tend to dramatize. It seems I took it so close to my heart, that even tears.
Naturally, I never do not. No should not differ from the collective. Despite the fact that it was after the restructuring is likely to "Soviet" sense of the teacher was too great.
But think I'm imbued with respect for the system? Certainly not. I have learned to accept it and abide by that she does not sucked me into their conflicts - and to live in a fictional beautiful world - in the books.
analyzing this situation now, I think that a grand disappointment, she gave birth. School was no longer a world of magic "Should" triumphed over "I" and the variability of consciousness was something shameful. Might have happened all the way, I would have grown more pampered, but more free, uncomplexed.
Until now, I take sharp criticism very personally, probably not very adequate and fair warning of its immediate Chief, what happened to me is only a method of "stick" - I'll do everything I can and penetration of the love of work. The method of "carrot" is causing me confusion and alienation.
Pretty scary to think that if my first teacher just called me to her and calmly explained why she does not like colored markers hedgehogs, and advised to use crayons - a lot in my training (not only) life could be quite different.

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I'm scared .
me scary all , what happens to education (CSE, the appointment of rectors, it's here, yes, even in our Philology impose some sort of absolute bureaucracy).
with the government, which is not to destroy the fascist marches, but the substitutes do not agree with the arrest of Limonov.
about what, what kind of democracy is it?
we are right now doing stuff about Russian that have succeeded overseas - and, damn, how is it hypocrisy.
there are many scholars in the list, yeah.
my brother might be among them, for example.
but он (увы?) остался здесь и был вынужден уйти из нии, потому что на три тысячи в месяц сложно жить.
мне правда страшно многое вокруг.
наверно, это паранойя, но я do not even want to go out anywhere, except the university.
I'm not in any way do not want my kids to have all this ratio.

me, incidentally, liked the film 2012 his honesty, among others.
despite the symbolic destruction of fat and convulsive consensus to let people into the ark - still survive not the best and richest. ridiculous even.
world of shit. and - as predicted by edging with Schiller - we have all become cogs in it.

looked only that the new moon. Home it was quite silly and cardboard. but at some point after caught himself on the fact that we sit, spasmodically clenching his fists and almost wept. and could not understand - why is this naive and stupid thing so catchy? so many?
and probably that's why.
want something pure and real, without looking back.

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Hello, Piccirilli. I've done it. I'm not completely satisfied with the result, but I shall conceal place now or forever XD
Good reading.

After ' intro last time ...

Trip Fontaine, "Snapshots"

Pix walking down the street with his nose in the air, times. She likes to feel the sun on the neck, the rain on the face, the wind in your hair black, and no thought to claw the brain.

But there are other times. Other days, those black and blue - pale color, color paranoia - that maybe the rays are equal in the air, the atmosphere vibrates the same, but she did not. These are the times that the memory of the cage opens up suddenly, a creaking of hinges startled the old rusty lock, and all that has never failed to remind the entire violently resurfaces.

E 'then give the legs by anxiety and a rain of mental snapshots teaches fear. E 'then that anger eats, reaction, and play smash Molotov cocktail of beer and rags against the walls behind the school and the cars parked along the paths maniacally. E 'then shaking decides to destroy his innate lucidity as if he knew who was to die tomorrow. Because one day will be tomorrow. Might as well be ready. And fuck you.

I knew her, Pix. With me was one that had never been. It made me the greatest gift, the only possible. Without spitting. Without insults. With infinite love. That was, Pix. What is his nickname dick, a real name because, well, in some places costs too much. And with the crisis, the better to be the goblin of someone who kicked a zero on the sidewalk by anyone. But what do you care so much.

Maybe his name was Christine. Hopefully, any day of any month of the beginning of the nineties ridiculous - no matter the date, there is no deadline, only memories, and you'll be the same gastritis - the midwife had taken out dirty little cradle and placed in a hot condition clue of phrases and clichés in the arms of someone who preferred to Sylvia, Justine, Lala, Elaine. Patricia. Nora. Or maybe not. Perhaps even then he was a bundle of pain, a small burden of responsibility and punishment for someone who had no intention of recognizing the burden - but it had folded over her mourning, you know, our beloved cocker spaniel.

Pix This has never said, however. He did not know, maybe, or did not want to know. What I shared some nights when we went down to fix the lake, or vodka in front of the two recovered money to the store I was little. He was very even, because he poured out his head and poured into the mine - but it was little, all things considered. I know it force them out, but as it began - who is the culprit, who had dared to pull off her green cloud in the midst of this sea of shit that he accepted it so bad - I just do not know this. Excuse me.

He had a plan. Mica always with her was so, there were mornings of proposals and projects and rivers of words hilarious and crazy with anger and then died of hunger afternoon sleep of boredom anxiety of desire to vomit and tears. It was always difficult to follow, but I done - in every price hike, every swing.

She smiled at the end. Mood swings, it is said, for the rush as his, because his mood was swinging, ever.

E 'dead this twenty-seventh of April this year, in the pouring rain.

Or maybe it away with a different name and a new plan in a different city certain places, and laughs and runs and lives and dreams. And hopefully, true to its color.

But for me died that day, the day of rotten wood, creaking boards, the day of blood down the stairs The day I lost two teeth and balance and name. Why I I had it, that one. April. Ha. What a fucking irony. Who's laughing now?

but will be back to take a day - he promised me.

Every day I look out and look crazy time, one in which she talked and I listened and then looked around the shit stink less, seemed less shit, our time, time that will - and every day after midnight, the three become four, five, six. Dawns. I cry. And it's time for another pill of shit. And in the end die a little 'too.

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aggeliko @ 2009-09-15T12: 25:00

last year, when I dealt with only the University, I was sad and wanted to work-work-work.
now I'm doing the University and three other magazines in parallel, and everything's cool, but of course I'm starting to regret that did not have time until tomorrow to finish reading five hundred pages of Stendhal.
people - stupid device.
but still cool that I repaired MacBook finally.

and even I know why I do it. and a month later everything will be just fine. and when I give a brand new passport, we immediately hit the road somewhere :)
and even Schiller wonderful. St. Petersburg State University Department of Journalism, ayy. and I'm boring now. children, pay bills on time.

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And here. Happy reading, guys. Ah, the soundtrack included as always - on me. Luv ya.

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Let me. Executioner does a cold out here pig Pork and beyond. Open. I still have not blasphemed God no, do not let me start right now. Let me. Do not feel his fingers crawling on the wood and glass? Do not see the blood oozing from rust and splinters? Do not you realize that the warm breath against your ear is mine, mine, mine - open the door, or I will die.

It will be all your fault.

The house is huge, decadent, decayed. Which has a large animal dying, graveyard of the elephants, but even half of his innocence. Carcasses in agony is not injurious to others. Some places - in some places - but yes, and when you realize it's late. Probably the dark t'inghiottirà. You said your prayers?

Run fast, run light - run heavy with anger and fear - run helpless and hopeless - before a monster will eat your face - the wind on your face, the weeds on the skin - the mud on the soles and a sky without stars - a song in my head the rhythm of your steps - run stronger and hoped that steps

Run again to run as strong - the obvious rhyme, challenge death - run fast without stumbling - or saved the soul encounters pain

With those eyes he ate the whole sky.

They were big, the eyes. Unnatural and liquid - a little 'cat, a bit' cartoon. But what really struck you, in her, was the color. Bright green, bold, a little 'obscene - acid, mostly. His favorite. Frayed on the head, incised on the skin, inside and out and up at the bottom of the iris: Hope Green, green grass, green freedom.

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cuddles and cuddles, I said. Here I am. As several have happened in recent months, Bellini and less pretty, but I still find myself here and this is definitely a good thing. Get myself equal with your work, slowly, I promise. I intended to do so quietly and reappear on tiptoe, but beating a real, concrete power today has made me me want to ... "Speak out loud." Nevermind. How do you feel with the third world simmico? There you have? You use it? Hate it? I was told that I would never betray our loved TS2, in June, and instead gave it to me fratelluzzo: it was love at first slip, yeah. Despite that information Facciotto plasticky. Long live the new downloads! XD

bring a couple of news, I hope you like.

The first is that Licio Adanay and I soon sprout on these screens with a gruesome history, fascinating, fiQuissima with which we hope to delight you (gave you a taste Adanay same some time ago! Upon Egypt , spectacular, but it is not shocking that the paper will play ... Suspense! ^.^).

The second is that hopefully, before Christmas (because I keep largherrima you decide to come and beat me after eight months of silence and a possible empty promise XD), to tell you something new, too. I un'ideuzza in mind and some paper in his hand, I hope enough.

will entice you with a cover and a few lines, somewhere I would as well, but I do not know if this is the case. And what if ...?
Okay, okay. Next post. Tomorrow, I promise!
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It's cold, no. I do not mean the weather but the one that freezes your bones, your muscles ... which stops the beating of your heart. I hate it, because there is so much hatred in my heart? When will the war find peace perhaps? It's too cold.

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Epilogue: All I Want for Christmas - PART




And that's all, folks!

My Chemical Romance, "All I Want for Christmas Is You"

How far done, to get there early ... Kim could hardly believe it. Yet it was all so real: the memory clear of the long journey to Phoenix, rented a car scassatissima, arriving in front of the building, the TOC removal. The first few days of living in a real home, the fear of waking up in the morning and discovered that it was only a dream, the terror of seeing Karl in the eye of a less tender than what he gave her every waking smiling from the pillow next to her.

The Joy of Kylie surrounded by a room all to himself, his emotion in putting it to sleep in a crib true. The strenuous search for a valid asylum for the puppy, the genius of Karl's decision to open a gym of their own. The boundless force hidden deep in his eyes. Aggression tamed her own accord, the unknown heat in my heart that not even want to ask what it was.

And here they are, finally. Kim smiled to himself, before the exchange of gifts and the tender concern of Karl while waiting for "his girls" as he called them, to discover what lies beneath that shiny cover first. Then here is a pair of eyes appear liquids, a silky nose, two large soft ears: the funniest puppy in the world had fallen between them, another fawn tiger. "Oooh!" Kylie, astonished.

"Do you like girls?" Karl whispered, uncertain. "How did you guess, secchioncello? I love cats ... almost as much as you hate, "Kim joked with tears in his eyes while the child was thrown to the fluffy spupazzare guest. "Softly, softly, treasure, Santa has brought you to this one package ... Perhaps you have heard this afternoon, the mall, why not waste it? "Said the boy in the direction of the rascal, handing her a box lined with bright colors.

And while Kylie doll clutched to his chest the first of his life with a bit 'of emotion, laughter filled the throat of the other red head ; air jingles. "What's the monkey? You have discovered a new way to tease a bit '? "Said Karl in the direction of his pestilent love. "Nothing, just imagine!" Kim chuckled softly. "I just wondered if you had realized that this delicious ball of red fur ... is another female. You are officially a minority in here! "He concluded, shaking his favorite victim. "And know that I love, however," then added in a tone softer.

"But if they told me that is called Tigger! Oh, well ... I have no words. There must be a committee to defend those like me, somewhere ... And where's my gift? " asked the blond with overly offended tone, after recovering from the shock very funny. "I have not been good this year?". The girl laughed again, pointing to the bedroom "Oh, there will be time for that later. 'S over there. "

"You have a distorted idea of the holidays, monster, you know," Karl said, trying to dispel any thought little Christmas that had crossed his brain. Received in response to a tongue. Then he changed his mind, noting through the open door on a golden package of Latvia. "But then you do not fool me," he said. "Not entirely," Kim smiled, thinking that he would face when the boy, rejected the package, it would be found between the paws of a silk tie e. .. a pregnancy test. Positive.

***

"And here are my little men who return victorious," cried Grace relieved to see Rain and Sammy finally return home. "We have advised not to lag too much? At what point are they? "He asked quickly, a bit 'anxious. "All more or less okay, love, live and Emerald have flour from her hair, and say they can prepare in half an hour, the Moon does not know nothing, and Bal ... public menace number one came to us directly to help us to bring gifts and firewood. They will return soon to take the girls, "Rain smiled, reassuringly.

Jewel emerged from the kitchen and ran to Sam, "Here! Come and see the gingerbread house is beautiful, I decorated the entire I ... And Gracie has helped me. A little bit, "laughed the little girl dragging her boyfriend, delighted. Warming the heart, those two. Trotted away in a whirlwind of scarves thrown everywhere and the ground sown sugar decorations.

"Oh God, I hope that the other rooms are in order ... What shape do otherwise? E 'on Christmas Eve! "Worried Grace softly. "Honey, I do not think that much will be formalized. Why do not you stop being a housewife desperate and just enjoy the moment? "May giggled, caressing her cheek with an affectionate air system, while Neil clothes just thrown together by his nephew. "Come on, women, will save me from the mess that moves! By the way, you have a rope? Sam and I have to tie Giuggiola like two sausages to prevent the house put back upside down, "the grandfather could make her laugh.

"It 's permission? Can you? ". A booming deep voice rang out merrily in the hall. Here they are, the males of the field. "Fratelloneee!" Cried Jewel Bal throwing up, shivering and cluttered with boxes. The entry of Rain greeted the guests amused: "You yes, enter as well! It 's your ... brother in law that we should not have come at home, "Grace joked the boy clutching his side.

"at least I do not understand what you mean, Apache," Claude said with a wry comedy, and embraced in its Jewel time. "I do not know, maybe the fact that when you came to help me out with lights and decorations to be placed on the roof, two or three weeks ago, you have fried the system Electric the block and it took more than forty-eight hours to restore the controller ...", the Rain teased lightly.

"But my grandmother May not deny, however, a frog of her pumpkin pie, right?", The boy did with pleading eyes in the direction of adoration old. "I could never, Claude treasure, however, play dirty with that facet is not to be slapped!" she said, crushing her arms. General laughter warmed the air, and the pleasantries went happily down the drain.

Thus, while the children went back to chasing each other around the room, May and Neil gave the last touches to the table prepared providential. Meanwhile Claude system the package under the tree, curious small pests, and Bal thought to supply the stove. "Hey, slacker, you brought us here because they worked hard in advance for you? "said the giant addressing a Rain unusually relaxed and lazy.

"It 's that I can finally indulge a bit' my better half, Bal ... with the work we have to do the workshop, now that we were able to launch it, I never get what I want to stay here, "Rain said, his voice choking in the hair of Grace, who blushed. "It 's almost a good thing that the work will take a while' distance from home, Rain, or in the coming years we will be in too much to sit at the table all ", he cast Claude nell'ilarità general.

"Well, for now the damage is already done much. Too late, "joked Rain passing a hand across the soft belly of pampering delivered by his wife. He wondered what he could wish for more for next year. Grace held her and His passenger mysterious, happy that he is unable to answer.

***

is reflected, not at all vain. Running a hand on his stomach still flat and tight with a hint of regret, Em noticed a lot of suffering, while trying in every way not to show it. Aster had reassured several times, but ... It was nearly five months now, and she tried Bal to have a baby, but no dice. Sure, he could not mean anything bad. They were both young e. .. But if indeed they could not have? With what fortitude would have stifled the desire for ever greater than both?

drove out those dark thoughts, remembering the laughter of Aster comforting when, shortly before Em had revealed his fears . "Honey, think: you and that boy of my nephew took you years just to confess something obvious to anyone and become a couple. If it gives me so much ... "They laughed together. "From time to time: everybody walks with its own way. Appreciate every moment that life gives you side by side and let the Goddess be with you the best. Believe me, girl ", had finally caressed the wise adoptive mother.

Em found herself smiling at the memory. He concentrated on the evening in the company and his young sister experience, determined to hear every syllable of the board of Aster: life likes to happen when you least expect it, after all. "What happened, darling? I do not have more say if you have you managed to speak with your own, in the end, then asked to prepare to live and ended. "Only with mom. I made the best wishes from everyone ... He gladly returned, seemed to me, "said Vivica neutral in tone.

"And your father?" Em asked again, cautiously. "I do not know and do not care. As I understand it, is currently too busy from open bar at the Hilton New York to remember that at this time mom is in the suite, fully dressed, waiting to get together for dinner. Poor thing. I do not be surprised if in a few weeks we were a former Mrs. LaMar seeking asylum here, the gates of the camp, managed to smile bitterly Live, while the Em posed a pat on the head and we decided a couple of tears roll down .

"Hey, doll, where are you? Sammy and friends are waiting for us to begin to celebrate, "said Claude throwing open the door of the caravan with what looked like a well-aimed kick. "Hey, cowboy, moderate tones ... We are ready! Where is the hippie of my husband, instead? "Joked Em, going and taking advantage of the excuse to deliver live in the good hands of those who would comforted in an instant. It was so.

"Baby, are you crying?", Claude became suddenly serious, looking at the face of his favorite brunette. "It 's the bastard of your father, right? If it continues to threaten you or Juno, I swear that ...". Experience quickly interrupted him: "Shh! No, love is not really the point. It 's just that ... here, I'm afraid that my mother is not at all happy with him. " "E because it convinces her to plant it in the lurch once and for all, then? It 's beautiful as you, has talent to sell and it is clear that it has no need of him. May drop out and shine, "cried the boy eagerly. "In fact, you know what? Tomorrow morning, call them back and make me talk. "

Despite the moment of melancholy, Vivica laughed: "Oh, yes it is its the king of diplomacy we need, at this moment! I'll tell you about. But thank you anyway, my knight, offered for signing up. Now let us move, or Grace c'infilzerà with marshmellows on a spit, "concluded the girl putting on his jacket and finally pushing his hero toward the door.

"Moon And where hath been hunted? He understands what he wants from life, or not? I have a sister schizophrenic ...", murmured Claude as they walked to the car. "It's coming .. said that before he had a mission. So if you intend to mission grind some more 'the heart of that poor devil the farm, you probably will not catch us so soon, "laughed the brunette reaching Emi and Bal in the cockpit.

"Mistletoe? Goddess, that kid traditionalist I found myself noticing the Moon ...", whispered decoration hanging on the door at the top of Crimson Farm. "What do you want?" Said James, dry. "Make you wish you a Merry Christmas ... Or get the festival, more likely, "she went on quietly and ironically, trying to soothe her as usual. "He does not attack, Moon," said the boy sharply, stepping back. It was not a particularly smart move - or maybe yes, if calculated - as this allowed the girl to get into the house and bolted the door behind him.

"I mean really, Jay, I have come to invite you to a party. You know the Taylor-Donovan ... oops, Storm, in short, the happy family that lives in the big white house at the other end of the country? Here, we have a kind of twinning going on with those respectable gentlemen. So, all of them for dinner tonight ... You doin '? ", Proposed Moon, touching with a finger. "You have refused to come with me from Karl and his girls, but you knew what I wanted. Now explain to me what the heck why should I obey you as a domesticated animal? Do you think I fall again? You have no idea what is wrong, me, every time you treat me this way. You do not know anything about me, "growled James, clearly furious.

"You want the truth, Jay? Here's the truth. Yes, I know there helmets again. For I, with you, I'm falling again. I am continuing to fall for all the time, since I plumbed on the bloody pile of hay - in fact, since your crafty cagnoloni slingshots were on our lunch, field, and you after them to find them, "he says Moon, in one breath. Continued. "The truth? The truth is that I can not behave otherwise, but I strive continually to be as docile as possible with you. The truth is that I do not know that the future could ever offer you, me, and I do not understand why the world should expect more than what we already have. But I promise to go all out, Jay. And it is the best I can give you, because ... because so far with these four months are the best I have ever given to someone, yes. I could arrive at a round number, in effect, "he concluded, blushing, as he read in the eyes of the boy a new awareness and hope reborn. He tried to swear to herself that she would not back off that spark ... At least, that there would try.

"You say you will be offended much, if not reach them in time for dinner? "James muttered, dragging a right under the mistletoe branches scattered throughout the house.

A thousand lights and ringing laughter filtered through the windows by filling out the snow-covered patio of a gold-colored liquid and creamy. The smell of good cider and juniper that warmed the atmosphere reaching up to the door, inviting appeal for missing hikers to be welcomed with a bright smile and a hug ready and warm. It was only nine in the evening, but the sky was already full of bright dots that the cold air seemed to turn into polished pieces of silver.

"What do you say, mri pen, we can still take a scoop of mashed potatoes?" Asked harnessed to a little old cloth cat's color or pitch. The cat purred, or maybe said ...

But this is really another history.