storm

You sleep and don't see how waters of the life ocean are raging below us. Storm is sinking ships of eternity, and casting ashore forgotten treasures: gentleness, loyalty, illusions, faith, youth... I'm collecting them for us, showering you with them, and they are protecting us from the cold chaos, hidden outside your doors...

Hell

Hell is a sweet unbearable pain.
Hell in my soul. Hell in my brain.
Taking me out of stupid illusions
Hell is an only and no solution.

Going to hell is not easy. but hey,
i'm on the way. i'm on the way...

Moon melody

She sits on the chair in the middle of the room, her hands around her knees. Tears drip from her eyes, her hair disorderly comes down over her pale lean face. She thoughtlessly looks out the window, and a full moon stares her, likewise meaninglessly. A clock teaks somewhere in a corner, barely audibly, but deadly-monotone...

Suddenly her sight brightens, wonderingly and cautiously appeals to the moon. She hears subtle music. No doubt - it's the moon playing its Sonata, eternal as the world itself, touching the strings of thousands of suffering souls...

Her heart beats at a faster pace. At first she is afraid to stir, as any foreign sound can easily stifle this fragile song. But over time, the sound is becoming increasingly apparent, and fills her with hitherto uncharted sweet sense of harmony and inevitability of death.

She rises, holds out her hands to the moon. Her lips are ajar, and now the moon melody of despair completely overwhelms her. She is not afraid any more to break this thread - she closes her eyes and starts to circle around the room. There is no tact and no lyrics in this song, and her movements are irregular and absurd too, like a life itself...

She opens her eyes, but she sees no walls, no windows, no dark buildings of the city. Everything is dissolved in the sound of moon, melted in the dance of her weak body. The whole world of senseless illusions drowned in the merciless reality of being. She is not feared, not frozen, not sad any more. There is only the pale melody of the moon, only this last howl of non-existing universe. But even this unrestrained sound cannot melt her any more...

Reflections

If we saw only reflections in the mirror, we would certainly think, that they are real human beings, animals, objects ...
So maybe the "real" people themselves are merely reflections of something we do not see? Souls?
The invisible mirror is broken, - and reflection disappears. But something Significant still remains...

happiness

happiness is a wonderful illusion. We have to dive into it, and should not hope it to last for more than several seconds.
Getting used to the happiness is the first step towards losing it. And accepting its brevity can help enjoying it long after it's gone.

music

We always have a choice:

To look for quietness and pacification in life, for a harmony inside ourselves and with the outside world.

Or to turn music up loudly in order to drown an unbearable disharmony.

Rainy days draining brains

Lightnings of dreams

Lightnings of dreams in a quiet whisper of night lit the space of illusions.
From the dark chaos arises eternity, short as a life itself.

Beaten track

In this life we are going the beaten track. We can load ourselves with a burden of social responsibilities and moral norms, or we can go empty - this is the only choice we can make. We cannot change the direction, but we can still stop the train before we are out of gasoline.

mission

To open the commonly-known truths, covering the road of cognition with dust, and to excite others with neglected thoughts – that is my mission in this life.

(открывать всем известные истины, запыляя дорогу познания, будоражить забытыми мыслями - вот моё в этой жизни призвание)

Inflation

Inflation of human feelings as a result of an overproduction of social norms leads to a deterioration of the current relations balance.

a fly

Sometimes I feel like a stupid fly, trying to reach something very important for me, and not understanding that it's behind the window. I beat head against the glass, I do my best, but the aim remains unreachable. It makes me awfully angry – this glass walls are mainly inside of me, but knowing that does not help me to get through.

But another day I think that everything always has two sides. When it is dark in my room, and there is only a slim ray of light somewhere outside – unreachable, or even imaginary… This thin thread is a good reason enough to keep trying…

I've just helped the first spring fly to get through the window. Maybe some day someone will help me to do that too.

A short photo-report from y trip to Greece

I’d like to make a statement right away – I’m in love with Greece! This country is an unbelievable combination of spirituality, beauty and taste. Workful and frank people leaving there know how to appreciate the life and enjoy it (“Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero” © Horatius). These people are worthy heirs of Great ancient Greece – pride, self-esteem and humanity are harmonically connected in them.

While making a tour through the country, I could not get off mind that I’ve got into the fantasy world of Tolkien or into the mythic world of ancient Greece.

Religion is a seamless part of Greeks’ life, they trust in God from their birthday and until the old age. Churches are everywhere – graceful, modest… real churches.

If you get to know Greece, you can not have any doubt any more that this land could give birth to glorious Spartans, which protected their pride and their holy country. This is the place where those famous battles of 300 Spartans against Persian invaders took place:

This is the monument to czar Leonid; on the opposite side there is a noteless mound, separated by the road, - the bed of honour.

On our first day in Greece our local friends brought us to a place in the central part of the country called Meteora – one of the largests monks’ republics placed on the wondrous rocks, which where formed here as far as in ancient times by the waters of prehistoric sea and onshore winds. Over 20 monasteries built in the 14-16^th century are situated on the peaks of the rocks.

The air her eis filled with an incomprehensible power of faith and devoutness. I’ve felt deeply sorry about leaving this place, I’d love to come back some day and at least one week stay here, being along with nature and faith.

Some rocks were mystically similar to something. For example, these two heads bowed to each other – can it be an accidental creation of water and wind?

An the small towns undeneath reminded again about the mythic adventures, which have not seemed that fairy any more…

Because of lack of time, we’ve managed to see Olympus only from piedmont. Photos do not reflect a real greatness of Olympus, but what an incredible feeling you have there!

(me and my brother near the channel connecting two seas)

On the next day we’ve went to Peloponnese. In the city called Patras we’ve visited a church of Saint Andrej. Yellow sky is not a "Photoshop" – clouds brought the sands from Africa, and the rain later was also yellow.

In Athens we’ve made a „routine program“ – a visit to Acropolis, stately appearance of which is not ruined even by a crowd of tourists :)

I’m in love with Greece!

unbearable lightness

I’ve notices, that most of my friends like mystery movies (like those of D.Lynch). Same story with me, moreover, I like horror films. I think the main reason to like those fairy tales for grown-ups is an attempt to convince ourselves that the world is more complicated and mysterious than it actually is. Somebody reads Bible to make himself believe in this, somebody reads science-fiction, somebody watches Lynch’s movies… The reason for that – may be – is this insufferable understanding of how ordinary and straightforward the life is. The “Unbearable lightness of being” as Kundera names it…

trembling beast?

Am I a trembling beast, or do I have the Right? – the main question for one of Dostojewski’s characters. The conflict between social limits and a “thinking individual” is everlasting.

Social and moral bounds are set by and for a “median” society member, so does an above-average individual have a Right to outrage them? It seems that any revolutionary development (in science, in society, in art) is impossible without going out of these limits. But how can you know that going out will lead to progress, and not only to pain and crucifixion for others? And - even more important - how can you be sure, that you are this above-average and not just a trembling beast?

law of diminishing humanity

we diminish with the growth of buildings, towns, missiles, and the internet. lost in the background of our creations. pride, honor, dignity, decency - all lose their meaning. we become virtual. but in the virtual world, there is no place for soul.

lost in

don't look at me with daze, i'm not sick, and i'm quite satisfied with my destiny. in the ocean i'm still free, and in the danger my freedom is doubly valuable. you can never know where you loose and where you find. you just have to believe in reason, but live with your soul.

dilemma

i'm not stupid enough to be happy, but i'm not wise enough to accept this

going wild

we shielded ourselves with walls, exchanged our lives for the banknotes... I would like to run wild, be born in primitive times, jump around the fire, dance to the ritual drums, sleep under the stars, hunt for the same animal like me... not looking for a sense, not thinking about the "mission", just to be a part of something vast and incomprehensible. it seems to me that we have lost something very important in this race for the artificial.

two worlds

i've lived in two types of societies - a poor one and a rich one. the core difference betwen both are people. in a poor society they do not have much time and wish to hide. they are mostly who they are - in the most cases you can easily distinguish between good, kind people and those, who care only about themselves. and usually there is a regularity that the good ones are poor or at least not very rich. But they keep together and help each other - with money, with food, with compassion...

In the reach society people are often difficult to understand. their souls are hidden behind money, goods, and senseless talks about nothing. only few of them understand, what is friendship, what is condolence. the worst thing about it, is that i becoming a part of this society. clear -it is easier to be a consumer than to be a human...