среда, 29 апреля 2015 г.

narrative

     
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magnet

So today an interesting thing happened. Many years ago I threw out my chess board. Only one figure was left. Black bishop. Today on my table I found my broken metalic earing. The thing is that a bishop has a magnetic bottom. So two of them found each other after so many years. They fit perfectly.

понедельник, 10 марта 2014 г.

http://muzofon.com/search/Synthesis%20SPACESYNTH

понедельник, 20 января 2014 г.

Interesting observation

As I have discovered today, the style of Oscar Wilde´s short stories is very similar to mine.
http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/SelGia.shtml

среда, 30 ноября 2011 г.

Chaper 14. Love is a tender game.

Hefis went through the magnetic gates to appear on a Vatican Square Sunday mess. He thought he got in Heaven - so warm and bright was around and you had a sence of elation and conciliation. What was going on looked like a well-prepared theater. The Pope was giving a speech in Italian. He could not understand it, but he could guess that it was probably about "peace, giving money to the poor, tolerating sex minorities"(the latter probably not). The junior deacons, dressed in green, yellow and white colours, mooved in a strict procession. It seemed that even the pigeons that were flying from one cornice to another were also part of the troup. He wanted to take picture of two at the same time, but it was rather hard. They changed their positions chaotically: either only one flew at a time or the whole bunch. Finally they flew - a white one and a rock one. What a neet photo - Hefis thought.

Love still is a tender game. Even ifu loose.

воскресенье, 13 ноября 2011 г.

Chapter 13 in which Polar Princess meets Frostbitten Prince

пятница, 7 октября 2011 г.

Polar Princess entered the ice castle. She raised her head up. The ceiling was very high. The best architects of the Polar land made the archs and the vaults. The sun played with the glass of the ice ceiling, producing the rainbow geometric patterns. As she passed along the emerald corridor in the direction of main hall, monochrome white marble columns gave way to the purple-veined ones. The castle was huge, so the corridor was rather long. She entered the main hall. The size and the beauty of it amazed her. He was sitting there in the far corner, finely moulded, looking over the huge heap of little ice pieces scattered over the floor. And the following dialogue took place:

- Hey
- Hey
- Would you like to put together the word "eternity" from these pieces with me?
- I would like to do something else with you.
- I can't.
- And why is that?
- I am waiting for Gerda to come ...
- I see...

And so they played their game with the ice cubes till wicked Gerda did them apart...

пятница, 7 октября 2011 г.

Chapter 12. condensate

Polar night gave way to the polar day, and it was absolutely white and shiny around, almost meditative. The hills on our polar circle were covered with snow as usual. in the distance you could see two black dots that were approaching - they were the Polar Princess and her new found friend White Tiger. They sat down to rest a bit. She has just turned 14. She had a royal white dress on with pastel green, orange and purple rhombs forming a wide stripe in the center from the bossom to the feet. She was seeping beer from a silber beer can. The tiger curled around her, closing his yellow-blue eyes from the Sun. he was chubby, because he knew that in order to survive in the harsh conditions of the polar cirle you needed to have some fat. Well, lets not forget about the Sun. Now it was standing the whole day in the middle of the sky, not moving anywhere, no clouds, or whatsoever around him. But the Princess hadn't already cared about him anymore. She enjoyed the day, looked at the surrounding beauty. only the black nailpolish, pink stripe in the raven black hair and an awry crown were alien to the winter fairytale.