kavalena

the game which people play

2008-02-04T06:52:53Z

To lose is easier than to win
To win is easier than to lose
Choose your own way

The strange story about Henry Table

2008-01-01T21:16:16Z

Ones, two or three thousand years ago (I don’t remember exactly) lived on the Earth one little men. He was called Henry.

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.

I can't forget you

2007-11-28T19:57:15Z

He said.. and what can I do?? To buy ticket only. I start to count down before our meeting...
20 days before
480 hours
28 800 minutes
1 728 000 seconds.. oh no! 1 727 999.. 1 727 998...
see you my love
kiss you
miss you too much(((((
1 727 997
1 727 996...

desgusting life and books, but I am ok. take it easy and take care

2007-11-07T22:36:32Z

My new life is not so interesting as before

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

about long story with much crying

2007-08-28T06:55:37Z

Hy there! My work takes me all the time that's why I haven't free time to write there
What's happened with me you want to know
Oh... It's very long story with much crying (c) my foreign literature teacher Tupa M.G.
If I begin to tell you I can't end to tomorrow evening
Because of much feelings I need express you can understand me
Any way.. I am happy! It's enough to be perfectly in order)

kissss

With kiev’s rain

2007-07-31T16:05:37Z

In unison with heartbeat
We can not meet.
Give up! – Around say
But if you are indeed
And I am message only
That you read bain
We don’t to feel lonely
With sun and kiev’s rain.

without my Mom

2007-07-29T05:15:52Z

I get used to my mother near me. She left me alone and came to her family. That's why I was ill yesterday. My body had high temperature and I coudn't wake up all day... People say that we can fall sick for bad nerves. I think they are right. I am taken ill for tension at my home.

sleplessness

2007-07-24T04:38:24Z

If you say "sleep!" yourself you can't because every person must be in relax to get a pleasure, that's why you can't force yourself do many things. For example to sleep or to love... But when you forget about this problem - to DO anything to get pleasure - you get it very quckly. Don't think only feel. And you will be happy, I know.

VIVALDI "The New Season"

2007-04-28T11:23:05Z

I packed my suitcase to come into Australia where the one Australian firm had waited for me already. It was VIVALDI, famous in the world company produced musical technique. I was exiting that a new country and a new music expected me. Good bye four seasons, long live to endless summer!

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.

annyversary

2007-04-06T04:45:45Z

Every year on the 6 of April I celebrate the Great Day of Love.
I congradulate you my friend...

The man who has fallen from the Moon

2007-03-29T09:30:37Z

From “The honest tales of the adult world about its childhood”

1 chapter

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.

I like my work

2007-03-27T16:25:24Z

I like to argue, if I have an interesting opponent. Somebody thinks that thought thrives on conflict. But in my case 'tis called the result of work.
I like my work, because it allows me to argue :-)

Don’t be afraid of your fate, because it inevitable

2007-03-26T14:08:16Z

You may choose your own way, but sometimes the way chooses you. People call it “Fate”.. Could you ignore or hide from evil fate? I think it inevitable and unavoidable unfortunately. It can find you anywhere.

I want to keep a dog, but all I can do is reading and watching about

2007-03-25T20:33:39Z

What else today... I watched "The heart of the dog" produced on the novel by Michail Bulgakov. It's a great film. Some people say that it not like a novel, but I think it is not true. The director of film made a masterpiece indeed and managed to express the main idea of writer's novel. If you don't believe me you can check it :-) But at the start u need read and watch that 2 thing.

the other side of my soul

2007-03-25T17:49:17Z

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!