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Henry was not so tall, above one or two metres. You know in the ancient people had three metres of height normally. But my character had eaten not so much in childhood and in thirty years looked by height like normal table for cooking. That’s why people gave to him name Henry “Table”. May be in revenge or something else Henry become TABLE in the literal sense of this word. What does it mean? I tell you.

Really he got a habit to sit on the table everywhere he was. When he went on visit to his neighbors he had been attracted to all the tables he had seen.

Off course citizens of my country knew about his strange feature. When Henry came to theirs houses they covered all their tables with barbed blankets. But this blankets was so huge barrier that poor little Henry didn’t know what to do. He was afraid of hurt but he could’t was lockated on sofas or stools. He needed get on higher then usual small chairs. And after pacing from corner to corner he came out to find other houses with tables on which he could sit. But he couldn’t again.

And every day looked like one. Poor Henry’s foot was beaten. He hadn’t rest. Bad people around him didn’t allow him to sit on their tables. I don’t know how H.Table finished his life but I am sure that he dreamed about big tables to his last breath.

You ask me “Why Henry came to his neighbors instead of sitting on the OWN table at his home?” I answer to you. At HIS home nobody couldn’t see like Henry sit on the table.

Some years ago all the books I read was more interesting. They had more people who was happy. Early I could read book after book and day after day forgotten about time and business. But now all what I can do is looking throw some pages and put that "amazing story" up the shelf.

People around became so bored like longest road to sea under the burn sun.

What's happened? Do you know? Why all around seems not like as in my childhood. I don't see good things. I know my eyes lost keenness, but I can hear this world very well. And what did I get? Only my cell's bells. As I try to replay and just say HELLOW how terrible voice shout me HOW MUCH TIME WE'LL WAIT?

Take it easy please. Take it easy... It is only crazy post in diary. I am ok. Thanks. Yeah... I am ok!

bye

kissss

I set to calm down and think about my future way. The one souvenir was seen out of my baggage. I bought it in special VIVALDI’S shop not far from my house. It looked as a violin, but really was musical box. I press the button “ON” and heard beautiful sounds… Oooohhh.. Lacrimoooosa.. Music by Mozart. Requiem, cantata 626 number. This chorus lulled my mind.

… I am a boy in musical school. We study one symphony by Mozart. I come to piano and begin to play the “Figaro”. I do it widely, commonly, dirtily; I do it in such rude way that all around roar with laughter, that teacher shuts me “Be of!” and throws out the door.

I look at musical box and listen to wedding march. We are both in the white, dance to the Mendelson’s sounds. I bend forward her pretty ear and whisper one word “Bitch”. She can’t hear me because of loud music and we go on to dance. In the night I rape her to the sounds of “Bach”. After I kill her and lay nearly waiting my warders come. They linger and I call them myself. I am taken away to the sound of “Ave Maria”.
Twenty years went away and I got freedom. I had got a name “Musician” in a prison, because played on different musical instruments for first persons there. I got on with them and after prison received the invitation to Palace in Austria. It was belonged my close friend which I had known there. He had got a prison sentence for arranged the detonation of little plane. But he had been acquitted in ten years because our Low was always very kind to citizens of my country. That’s way my friend could change from prisoner to important godfather.

… I teach his children to play on the piano and guitar. I fuck his wife to the Beethoven’s music . She open a balance in a bank for me. I destroy the life of my best friend and his wife had pocket all they have. I get their money and their children. Babies love their teacher masterly. They are ready to self-sacrifice. Together we force their parents to renounce the Palace and hand down the legancy to me. The lower seals the testament to the music of Chopin and we throw out their parents. I live together with this offsprings five years. We listen to Vivaldi on our common couch. I kill them one by one and fill up their bodies in the beautiful garden. I pray at their small graves and listen “THE SUMMER” of Vivaldi. I decide to leave for such place where summer is round the day. For Australia. Vivaldi sounds in me.

I came to myself and noticed I listened to Mozart’s Requiem. I see that my day has come... I throw out all things of my suitcase, set inside and die. My baggage send to Australian Company Vivaldi. There find my dead body, dissect it and discover inside a lot of parts of one violin, was littered through my body. It is bring together and one famous Australian violinist touch me-in-violin in the biggest local orchestra. This musician gives himself up me to distraction and I decide to keep his family. Every evening he brings me to home in my expensive case, puts me into second part of his couch and sleeps nearly always doesn’t leave hold of his hands. Every morning he plays on me Vivaldi’s Summer.

My New Season is masterly.

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When the people fell on the Earth from different Planets, one man landed on my house’s roof. He was from the Moon.
Did you hear about this time? Yeah, it was when the world seemed very strange. In those days all the people were little like children. It was when all the people were glad to see everybody in their homes, it didn’t matter from what planet they came, the Mars, the Jupiter, the Venus or even from our Earth. People thought that the fallen man might bring luck to them and if you can turn on your imagination you realize my surprise when I detected the moon-man was lying on the roof of my house.
It was an usual summer morning when birds shouted at the Wind, singing their noisy singles (my house’s roof always looks like a concert scene of the Bird stars), because the Sun had time to wake up. In order not to be bored he touched the shoulders of all animals and birds. You see that the Sun unfortunaly was always very selfish and got up when he himself wanted but not when people needed.
As I told, this morning was similar to other days and no one sign showed my future. It was weekend and I could allow myself to wake up later than on the workdays. Whether my heart felt a wonder or the Sun was very stupid striking I don’t know but at those morning I got up as an early bird and began my “morning single”, what I created on that day.

Brushed my teeth,
Had my food,
Eggs with cheese,
All would be good!
All would be good! (c) Julia

(This masterpiece is mine, but I allow to use it if you want to have a morning of a fallen-man-from-other-planet. I think this words may call him! Please pay your attention to two last lines. It seems like a spell, doesn’t it?? )

Let's return to the story. I just finished my morning doings I noticed one strange thing outside the kitchen window… It were dirty boots which hung at my eye level and from time to time were shaken as do it little children being seated on a chair. But this boots were veeeeery big and looked as though they came from the moooost adult world, that was clear it might belong to the man who was not a child of the Earth.
WHO WAS SITTING ON THE ROOF OF MY HOUSE??

The next part of this story is more honest and interesting than the first one. If you are patient enough I’ll tell you tomorrow.

The purpose of my journal is  talking with my buddies! But now I haven't friends here. It doesn't matter! I like to chat with myself :-) Because I am crazy ))  Our famous Uncle Fraud liked to repeat that we have several persons in one body! It is true.. I have two accounts in the livejournal. This one is my English side of my soul. I mean my deep creative soul need express  emotions and thoughts in various languges. And I allow to do it my "second nature" here. That's why my dear buddies I am glad to present you my favourite American girl (inside me)... Kavalena!