Don't be afraid my love
Give it to me your body loud
It's not too late my love
Why don't you shout your body loud
Don't be afraid my love
Give it to me your body loud
It's not too late my love
Why don't you shout your body loud
Why don't you shout your body loud
Why don't you shout your body loud
Why don't you shout your body loud
Why don't you ( Read more... )

Обійми мене, обійми мене, обійми
Так лагідно і не пускай,
Обійми мене, обійми мене, обійми
Твоя весна прийде нехай.

Yempa Boleslavsky. 1949 - 2015.

Two years ago I was returning to Jerusalem from a winery in Golan Heights. The way to Tel-Aviv was so long that just as I stepped out of the bus at Arlozorov, I realized the divided city will wait until tomorrow. I paid almost all the money I had for a room at Isrotel tower (it was a dream to stay there at least once ( Read more... )

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The 33-year-old Nayyem, like the group of slightly older

journalists who had gone through the Orange Revolution, had assumed

that “today’s youth” were so glued to their computers and smartphones

that they would never bestir themselves to undertake civic activism “in

real life.”

"Так вот, вчера, после того как я зашла на почтамт и отправила тебе эту открытку (ты ее, я думаю, уже получил), мне надо было идти на день рождения к нашему общему другу. Закупив бутылку “Каберне”, я почему-то не нашла никакого транспорта с Кировской на Трубную, а так как было довольно рано, отправилась пешком вниз по бульварам.
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You know, it was never like this. This empty hole is not going away, day by day. Moreover, it is torn, because everything is far, very far from the end. Nemtsov is killed on that rough and wet Moscow bridge, and our free Russia is wounded, with a hole in the back, collapsing even further the limit. Wild carnival, which is dangerous not to perform ( Read more... )

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