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16/04/2015

Victoria Selbach ... ~ ~ Alone with a ...

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Victoria Selbach ... ~ ~ Alone with a ...




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How many years have passed, and thought the same,
All the same sad iambic pentameter,
As if frozen and covered with snow
Desert world without good fire ...
 
Tighter solitude spirited
Knocks life in steep turns,
One compresses, stretching more,
Not matured adulthood afraid. ..
 
(C)
 

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I thought that only bezgolosovom print mode I bitch bitch, dog biting, sarcastic viper, and in fact - a weakling razmaznёy. Weak, limp, voiceless ...
But for that crap?
When acquainted with someone, talk about their lives, usually hear in response that I am very strong, once experienced this and that - and not broken. And what does the break - drink bitter, lie down on the sofa, legs folded on the belly, collecting bottles or what?
Life as each anything and experienced ...
Strong ...
Inside sits trembling creature who is afraid of loneliness, poverty, humiliation, pain and loss ...
 
~ ~ The crown askew
 

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13/04/2015

Works Bulgarian artist Lyubomir Kolarov.

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Works Bulgarian artist Lyubomir Kolarov.


Once in the seaport
Moored yacht
And on board the yacht
Carried sailor watch

In the dark depths of the hold
Was a keg of rum,
And the barrel of Cabernet.
You can live at home

(04.10.2006)

 

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09/04/2015

Young woman in the mirror knows it - guide ... Artist Irina Yasyukayt - Dudareva

Young woman in the mirror knows it - guide ... Artist Irina Yasyukayt - Dudareva

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... When I was little, I had no better friend than my mom. Walking and talking, we spent so much time together! It was then that I learned about the world, I learned to think of telling the time, called the genus of different things and so much more. I remember the evening we were near our house and looked into the dark sky. Mom showed me the constellations, and called them, making sure that, as the comet moves, and sometimes suddenly shouted: "Look! Star fell! Make a wish! "I distinctly remember my feelings: an endless, full of bright twinkling points of space, which makes me shiver with delight, and only two people in the world - my mother and I ...

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Young woman standing at the mirror. Turned sideways, she sees her reflection - quietly, intently. Here she holds her hands on his chest: soft leather; now become visible veins channels; appeared here and there touches of pink. Here along the tight, stretched her spine down to the hips - wide potyazhelevshy. Here she is stroking belly, closes his hands under him, supporting and embracing. She looks at his reflection without emotion; calm and concentrated. Gently slide look after your hands; Re-examine your body changes every day, stops again on his stomach, stops. She looks, she touches, she listens - she feels.

... When I was little, I had no better friend than my mom ...

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Young woman standing at the mirror. She sees his reflection without emotion, without tears of joy. Her gaze is straight and clean - no mystery, no veil of dreams. She does not feel Madonna. It simply supports and embraces his stomach. Her medical record stands conclusion - dry and unpretentious this word "pregnancy". And the woman does not expect a miracle. Every day she becomes his witness every day sees tangible hear - feel - the incredible life force. She understands that this force exists and doeth not dependent on it. Yes, inside it; but also outside of it. Young woman in the mirror knows it - conductor. Life needs her assistance to prolong itself. And the woman gratefully watching this.

... My mother showed me the constellations, and called them, making sure that, as the comet moves ...

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Young woman standing at the mirror and think about what it is - a surrogate mother waiting child life, child of nature. The woman thinks that she is a child of his real mother - with him in his life. And she knows: her only and imperative duty - to be a good conductor; Now, then, always. Yes, this woman would consider her reflection in the mirror, supports and embraces his stomach, he knows for sure: it will not fail to trust her mother.

... And sometimes suddenly shouted: "Look! Star fell! Make a wish! "...

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Melodiya red tulips

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Vechernee sun

Young woman extremely grateful. During the first moment of fear - fear of a desire, fear for hope. For the first twelve weeks of vague, full of excitement and trepidation. Twelve weeks of abstraction. And fifteen minutes of contact with reality: the first fifteen minutes of her life, when she suddenly began to see! When she realized. And for the first day, when she suddenly began to feel and hear! When she felt. That day she was silent and did not stir; shocked lost his mind. Happy. She is extremely grateful for every inch of her body is changing every day. For every look at his reflection in the mirror.

Young woman standing at the mirror. Turned sideways, she sees her reflection - quietly, intently.

... Endless, full of bright twinkling points of space, which makes me shiver with delight, and only two people in the world - my mother and I ...
? Anastasia Babicheva

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Otrazhenie

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Gerbary. Dreams. Whisper of the sea

 Minsk artist Irina Yasyukayt-Dudareva was born in Bobruisk in 1981. She graduated from art school, then graduated from the Minsk State University of Culture and Arts, in 2009 graduated from the Belarusian State Academy of Fine Arts (Department of easel painting). Lives and works in Minsk. Happy wife and loving mother (Irina son and daughter) says little about the reality of dreams. In every picture - your warm little world.

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Natyurmort snail

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Podsolnechnym morning

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Bumazhnaya boat

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Summer in the sink