Пятница. День Науки. Стенд филологического факультета ( Read more... )

Whether I'm getting too snobby about art or becoming more sophisticated)
Every day it's getting harder to find the piece of art which would satisfy my desire for the beautiful and make me really feel.
And you can never guess whose work will touch the right cord. It's startling, but the less renowned a creator is, the more chances to turn me on he or ( Read more... )

Hi, summer!

Nice to meet you)
I'd been looking forward to feeling your for the whole chilly winter and hard spring before you warmed my shoulders with your first beams, easing my griefs and filling me with expectations...

I'd like to tell how I spent your first day.

The day began with a little wonder, so unexpected for these cheerless days.
I was making ( Read more... )

For some reason, visiting theatres is believed to be the pastime of those who want to "imrove their cultural background ( Read more... )

For me a translation is not a formal rendering of sense. It's a sacred act.
In technical literarure every word has the exact equivalent.
In fiction there may be dozens of contextual synonims and senses of a word, and no dictionary can ever provide you with the one you need.
Every time you must feel the word, investigate the sense and choose your own ( Read more... )

Despite all those words about equilibrium and harmony in the Universe, there is the indissoluble truth: one can give you everything or nothing.
And if someone begins opening you his or her world, full of fanciful ideas, suprprising discoveries and complicated affections, you can't help going deeper and deeper.
There is nothing more captivating and ( Read more... )