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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.

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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

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.

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...

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.

Chapter 11 back on track

Hefis woke up from a bad dream. To somewhat forget it, he decided to go for a run in the park of a palace that was situated near by. It wasn't that easy as it seemed. The dark impressions from a dream transformed into heavy thoughts that seemed to hold his head with their nasty wet hands. He switched his mind to the tourists that were mooving around the castle in a carefree happy crowd, with the backsight he caught the corner of the custord building. He decided to run up the hill opposite the castle as he has never been there before. He had the usual problems with breathing that the beginner runners do, so he stopped in the middle of the hill near a fountain. The fountain had the sculptures of hourses as the centerpiece. Hefis' eyes moved along the curve of the horses leg, and...suddenly...the majestic castle appeared in this so to speak frame of a horse's leg. as if people forgot it and he decided to remind of himself again. But that was only his imagination, Hefis thought, shaking his head. He wished he knew more places of this city, because they seemed to be like pearls cast all over it. So he ran to his friend so that he showed him some.

Chapter 10, in which the Polar Princess and the Ray of Sun have snakes

So one day, when the Polar Princess was waiting impatiently for appearance of her friend, a tragedy happened. It was a Sun eclipse. The Moon stood between the Earth and the Sun exactly at the time when he was supposed to come to her. It was dark and still around for a moment that seemed like eternity. She coudn't moove, tears trickled at first down her face, than her whole body, covering it with ice plates that grew thicker and thicker until she was like one solid statue of glass. The Ray of Sun couldn't see what was happening down on Earth, but he felt that the Princess was in trouble. He knew that the only thing that he could do was to separate from the Sun to be able to reach her. But that meant nevermore to return back. So he flew to the statue. The statue began to melt from his touch, but instead of water it licked with the rainbow colored trickles, which formed a radiant snake that crawled at first along the snow and than bursted into the air with the Northern Lights.

Introducing the Pink Fizhy

        Like his imaginary character Polar Princess, Hefis also had a friend and a relief from the mundane problems. It was a middle sized pink fish. Her body was incrustated with iridescent ornaments, wich was like a way to once again emphasize her spontaneus character as well...

....- I don't know what's happening with me, Fizhy, I feel down, I can't sleep at night and I have these weird thoughts...I feel like I am ready for some life's wisdom.
- It's either you're in love or it's the side effect of the medicine you're taking.
- Always you have your sarcasm. I feel like I AM eating myself and if people gained weight from that, I would be pretty fat by now.
- Well, I think you have actually lost some weight during the past time. This is how you are looking from the objective point of view by now. Go and have some sex.
- But sex is a physical activity, I will loose the weight again.
- you are leading me to the battle field, I protest! You are not suppoesed to joke with these things.
- What am I anyway -  mermaid Ariel? Speaking to a FISH!
- That's the spirit I like better.

A fairy tale of a Polar Princess and a Ray of Sun

We had a chance to peep at one of the stories of the one-sided-face writer (Hefis was his name) Here it is: ...Somewhere far far away, in the cold violet darkness behind the arctic circle lived a 5 year old Polar Princess. She was gourgeous, like just having descended from Velaskes portraits. She lived all by herself, no one hundreds kilometers around her. Of course she felt lonely. As gazing at the stars or drawing in the snow wasn't that much of fun. But she had a little joy. Every day at the same time a Ray of Sun would appear and blow her saddness away. He would talk to her for 5 minutes about this and that, about how cool it is to be the Sun and to travel around the world, and of breathtaking things he saw all around, and soon disappear, allowing the darkness gradually absorb the space again. With the first shadows Polar Princess would become sad. As soon as finsternis masered again, she would become angry and obsessed. "Why won't he stay longer and play with me!" she grieved. "Am I not pretty enough? Are my games boring for him?? I would do ANYTHING in the world to be with him!" And she would weep and her teers would make a jinggling sound as they froze before touching the ground. But then the anger would be replaced by waiting and hope. She would gaze impatiently into the sky and with all her energy think of her friend to come again...

Battle ground

Several miles from that village in the brick-red sand of the prairie there was a sacred place of its people. It was a kind of a circle shaped battle field, but only for two people. You could take part in the contest only if you were emotionally and spiritually mature. The point was not to win, but rather to check your strength. You could win only if you trust your opponent. The air inside of it was hot and moving. So at the same time the contestants had to struggle with the unbearable heat. Secondly, to enter the field, you would need to take your mask away, otherwise your mask would be competing against you. To some people mask grew very closely and they had to tear it with the skin. When the rivals clutched in the meditative battle, they looked like two lions. The battle could last for several days. If someone lost, he suffered great physical damage. The sand on the field was red also from the blood spilt during such battles.

Another dweller of the village

At the same village there lived another personage. He had a big oval head of a white colour and his face was one-sided. He was vey thin. He lived remotely from the other village dwellers. His little house was on a hill. Once or twice a week in the evening he would come out and write under a tree that grew beside the house. His stories were very simple and not original at all. That was a subject of an frustration. Why couldn't he write something great, he thought to himself very often. He was very well-read, and he respected the famous writers and couldn't stand the mediocre ones. But something kept him from writing like Shakespear or Kafka. Was it the vanity of life? He didn't know. Nevertheless, once in a while he would come out into the fresh air and compose a line or two untill the moon came out.

a boy named Decius

Once upon a time in a remote medieval village there lived a boy. His name was Decius. And he was somehow different from all people around him. Namely, he had two heads. This defect of his had a positive side however, he was twice as smart as the people of that village. At first there was a small group of people who still tolerated the ugly genius. But because of some acts, of which will be told further, they turned into his enemies as well.

Decius basically has decided one day that everything is allowed to him. One day he was strolling along the road and saw a four year old girl, who in her turn was observing in a hidden place a group of other kids playing and was afraid to join them, even though she wanted. He decided to play a trick on a poor soul and to scare her even more. He quietly approached her from behind, and when she turned her head to look at something behind her, he jumped at her with a wild animal roar and made a grimace with his dreadful face. The poor thing ran away in hystery. It took several days for the doctor and her mom to bring her back into the normal state again....

Juliet in the hospital

She was slightly shaking from overall tencity and despair. Because she couldn't sleep from exhaustion, she could only fall into a series of faints, when for short moments the sharp pain could be replaced with numbness. The muscles, going up and down from the heart jammed with every moovement, and the pain was unbearable. Every thought - a razor, cutting deep into the brain.

The room was like one hot cubicle, there was no air to breathe. She wished for the night to come, at least it wouldn't be so damn hot. But the night didn't bring the release. Instead, it brought transcendental fears. They were playing with her fevered body and soul like with a woo-doo doll. She was afraid to fall asleep, as she thought she will never open her eyes again. She was all alone, no one to save her. The indecisiveness was tearing her apart. All night long there was the same light brown picture on the screen of her window. Every night.

Athene's owl flies when the dusk comes

The unusual court was taking place in the darkness of Athene's temple. The light from the fading fires was reflecting on her goldem armour, on her spear and her eyes. She has listened to the Furies who were dying to drink Oresteys blood. Now he had to protect himself.

- You've killed your mother, Orestey. There is no forgiveness of this sin.

- Please, oh almighty and wise Athene, the goddess of war and the patronness of Athenes. My mother has killed my father. And this to rule our city with her lover. No matter how I tried, I couldn't find another way to wash away her shame. The pain from the loss of both parents on one side and the anguish from Furies savage reprisal are tearing me apart.

- I know that you were not alone in your deeds. The God Appolo has approved and supported you. The verdict is - you should live and let live. And to you, Furies, I give the love of Athens and a new name Eumenides - the gracious.

And thus the bloodshed in the cursed family has stopped and the last flames have withered to let the night absorb the temple.

the ghost of Clytemnestra

... and so Clytemnestra killed Cassandra, Agamemnon's lover, as well. But there was a price she had to pay. Her son Orestey and daughter Elektra have united against her to kill their mother for the memory of the father. The god Apollo has helped Orestey, but he couldn't protect him from bloodthirsty Furies, goddesses of Vengence. Even young heroes mother has arisen from the dead and came to demand his death. The same fate, as of his parents, was awaing the young Argosian. And hopeless and scezofrenic from fear he fled to the temple of Athene .....

Clytemnestra's Rache

" The water is hot and the steam is perplexing, Agamemnon, but you have gone too far and I won´t show mercy on you now." The labrys was inside the head of a man who returned as a victor from war. "This is for my daughter Iphigenia." The strong man, King of Argos, tries to escape the next blow of the infuriated woman. "You have no idea what I went through! I dreamt of a dragon drinking blood from my breast! But after all this I still promised to be a good wife and obedient to gods". The second stab. "But you were not worth it, Agamemnon, I will kill Cassandra, just like I will kill you, dirty animal." The water of the term was red. The labrys was high in the air . "I pray that gods accept your mortal soul and forgive you killing our daughter. You have been a good ruler and a good husband. I forgive you the betrayal and hope that you find peace in the other world."

To be continued

Cross cap

A green apple. A physicist: an atom compared to an apple is like an apple compared to the plantet in size of course. A poet can find some image like a Newton being struck by an apple. A cook can cook a muffin or an apple cake Charlotte. But the cake Charlotte has something of a simple-trivial-that-anyone-can-do flavour in it. And a muffin doesn't. Not sure I can say anything about anaconda, Eve and Adam and an apple. But it still will be an apple.

in continuation of "Never stopping" topic

I am dedicating this post to a Space Shuttle Challenger, which completed nine missions before breaking apart 73 seconds after the launch of its tenth mission.