To tell the truth, to us too already was to spit on and not come winter. In day we departed to Sri Lanka! Couple of years ago islet has covered with a notorious tsunami, consequences from which are notable till now. And still Sri Lanka are a jungle with hordes of mosquitoes, rice and tea plantations, Buddhist mortars continually, elephants, buffalo s, impudent monkeys and break roads. And here in such country we were soaped three together in individual round. And at all then about it have not regretted!

(more …)

Marginal notes, sketches, sketches, sketches, preparations, strokes to a portrait

The woman at stadium

I talk to the cosmetician, she with the husband has decided to show to the seven-year son, that such football at stadium.
(more …)

For quite some time now to me began to seem, that my life loses any value if at least its small slices do not remain in the written down form. Words have started to appear on turns of draught listings of scientific articles which I in a chronic mode write on work. At me it is a lot of turns, they never will come to an end, I never will manage to use up them. I have written my first diary almost one year ago, and it was called New York diary. The innocent whim has strongly become a habit, and here again something is written, and to name to me it it would be desirable so: «the Diary of the Wife». For me the best time to write is time of flight and therefore, the best place is the plane. In any other place I precisely will have doubts: «Instead of whether to be engaged in something more useful?» But the plane takes dispersal to fly up, on the next armchair at a window near to me the husband, and, thus, flies up the diary name is completely justified. Well, have departed!

(more …)